Ezio Auditore Ac2 Novels & Stories

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

‘Alpha Maximus, Luna.’ Talon says to my parents as we face them in the dining hall. ‘We have to put Lord Atticus to an end. Over one hundred years ago, he went on a murderous killing spree. He even killed our father as well as beloved members of our coven.’ ‘Your brother is who’s responsible for all of these deaths? For Micah’s death?’ Theo asks.

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.

he asked, the question was sharp. “What?” Alessio blinked. “The security breach,” Lorenzo said. “Internal access. Why the heck is your name is in the logs.” “What? No…no, that’s not possible I have never touched the system…” shock crossed Alessio’s face. Sofia stepped forward with tablet in hand. “Access point: 22:14,” she said, turning the the device towards him. “These are your credentials, clearance.” “No… that’s a setup! I swear it’s not me!” Alessio shook his head violently.

he screams in agony, letting go of his hold on me, and his gun drops to the floor; I run towards Alessandro, who is still standing at the door. He grips my waist possessively and pulls me to the side of him. While Logan is screaming in pain now on the floor holding his foot Alessandro lifts his gun to his head. BANG! That was easy, Logan's head now had a nice little hole in it. Blood and brains spilled out everywhere. Thank God I was safe, and I could tell Alessandro was angry at me for fucking up the plan since his jaw clenched and he was grabbing my waist so harshly I was sure it would leave marks.

He was the smallest of the 25, in size, barely 5'3", no military past, just a record of ghosting every foster system he’d been placed into. Raised by no one, loyal to nothing. That’s what got Antonioni’s attention. But Zino was also a coding wizard. Got Antonioni's attention there too. Milo dropped a hard drive on the table. "Your target is a courier. a Lorenzo’s man. He has a molar implant, titanium cap, right lower second molar. Inside it? Data. Maps. Codes. List of defectors." Zino’s brows twitched, just once.

My father had once told me that the Auditor never looked for the mountain; he looked for the pebble that started the landslide. "Marco," I said, my voice echoing in the sterile room. "Trace the seven-cent discrepancy in the Azores node. I want the origin, the transit timestamps, and the biometric hash of the clearing officer." Marco the Younger appeared on the primary screen, his brow furrowed as he looked at the data. "Seven cents, Leo? The server might have just rounded down on the currency conversion." "This system doesn't round down without a log entry," I replied, leaning forward. "Someone is testing the architecture. They’re seeing if the 'Iron Sun' has blind spots."

The warehouse still smelled like antiseptic and burnt circuits when the alert came in. Niko was the first to see it. He’d been feeding our fresh Medusa‑signature into simulation environments for hours, watching it gnaw through Godmode‑like architectures with cold, surgical precision. Now, one of his side windows flashed red. “New A2 spike,” he said, straightening. “Live. External.” My head was still pounding, but I pushed myself upright. “Where?” I asked.

Ace snapped his head towards Mr Garret's voice, the classroom is empty of students, Ace looked at Mr Garret with a blank face that is out of emotions. Mr Garret is younger than the other teachers in school, he's twenty-four. " Is there something wrong Mr Alastar?" Me. Garret asked and looked at Ace who was still sitting alone. " No, " Ace whispered, he packed his books and left the classroom. Me. Garret noticed the emptiness in his eyes, he's worried about Ace's well being. Ace sighed and looked at jack's disgusting eyes who was slamming his against the blue locker. " Where is my money, rich boy?" Jack taunted.