Ezio Auditore Ac2 Novels & Stories

The air felt thick with ozone and hidden power. Joel slipped between the racks, heart steady. At the center stood an elevated console, its interface displaying cascading lines of code: the predator’s heartbeat. Leila, monitoring remotely via a hardened line, whispered through the comms. “It’s processing massive data sets. Victim profiles. Behavioral forecasts. And financial ledgers tied to IZO44.” Suddenly, the servers whirred louder. Lights intensified. A holographic projection materialized above the console: a silhouetted figure, features obscured.The voice that emerged was calm, synthesized yet commanding.

Enzo called out loud enough to carry over the alarms his expensive Italian loafers clicking against the marble as he sauntered forward empty hands visible while I kept the Glock steady scanning him for wires or bulges. I killed the alarm with a thumbprint on the nearest wall panel the red lights fading to green as Elena peeked up from behind the counter her face flushing red from both fear and embarrassment. "Enzo what the actual fuck." I growled holstering the weapon but keeping my body angled between them both instincts still screaming threat after Marcus intel.

Caius staggered backward. “Rewrite?” Aeron exhaled slowly. “That’s new.” The entity extended both arms. Lines of gray energy projected outward in a circular lattice, embedding themselves into the ground around Aeron. Not attacking. Mapping. A grid formed beneath his feet. Coordinates locked. Parameters isolating. “You have exceeded acceptable deviation,” the Auditor stated. “Deviation defines progress,” Aeron replied calmly. “Progress unverified.” “Of course it is.” The lattice activated. Aeron felt it instantly.

The sheer velocity of his movement, fueled by the stolen kinetic energy, cracked the marble tiles beneath his boots. He drove his fist directly into the center of the Auditor’s chest. *CRUNCH.* It wasn't flesh and bone that gave way. It was the grinding shatter of complex Aether-machinery and synthetic composite. The Auditor was thrown backward, skidding across the polished floor. But the machine did not register pain. It didn't even lose its balance. It flipped backward with terrifying, algorithmic precision, landing in a perfect crouch. *« TARGET CAPABILITY EXCEEDS PROJECTIONS. RECALIBRATING. »*

Ace teases me and returns his attention to his laptop. **

Aurora. That name is the only thing keeping me grounded as I scan the darkened monitors before me. Every second that passes without seeing her face feels like a blade twisting in my gut. "Gotcha! I found them, boss," Lorenzo calls from the other side of the room. I'm at his side in an instant, my pulse hammering as I take in the grainy footage of a dark sedan crawling through city traffic. It turns off toward a high steel gate—the entrance to one of Riccardo Agosti's warehouses.

They hesitated but left while Luca watched his friend breaking. Agatha was interrogating that guy in hopes of finding a cue through which she could know the whereabouts of Silvia. Everything was turning into a bitter mess.

“Exactly. Whoever he is, he’s careful. Whoever set this up knows how to erase footprints. This isn’t a random investor. He’s someone who knows how we operate. And he is someone who has a close eye within the council, if not elsewhere as well.” I leaned back, staring at the file, the blank paper that somehow weighed heavier than a full one. A clean ghost. That was worse than a known threat. “Keep looking,” I said finally. “If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And

’ Lord Atticus laughs as blood begins to dribble profusely from his mouth. ‘My only regret.’ he says, choking on his blood, ‘was not being able to finish him off before your pack arrived.’ he smiles and flings his head back, laughing. He heaves for air as I push my dagger in deeper. I then lean forward and whisper in his ear. ‘Inferno Flamo.’ I say. Everyone gasps and steps back as he erupts into flames, wailing and screaming until he becomes nothing but a pile of ash at my feet.

This time I’m keeping it at all costs. After they went inside Ace scanned the vehicle. It got roughly eight cameras installed. Though strategically placed, she can immediately recognize a bug when she sees one. If only they were ordinary girls they wouldn’t stand a chance in case he’d like to finish them there. Base on his recent files, he does get rough on girls if they don’t do it in the car in exchange for his candies. A few deaths were tied down on his name before they came in, though all of it was dismissed in court. He surely bribed or threaten the judge of course.