Ezio Auditore Ac2 Novels & Stories

Directly beneath his polished leather boot, the micro-thin pressure sensors embedded in the marble floor emitted a sharp, high-pitched electronic *beep*. Matteo's face turned entirely white. "Boss! Step back!" Lorenzo took another massive step forward. Another warning *beep* echoed through the chamber. Amelia’s brow furrowed, her composure genuinely cracking. "What exactly do you think you're doing, Lorenzo?" Lorenzo never slowed his steady, rhythmic advance. "If you wanted to dismantle my empire, Amelia... you should have systematically attacked my financial assets." Another step. *Beep.*

I gaps and cover my mouth with my hand. "There's more," Aurelio states matter-of-factly. I look at Enzo. His face has contorted into something animalistic. Wasn't this supposed to be a victory? "Caio de Luca got away."

Matteo's POV The interior of the surveillance van smelled like hot coffee and stale circuit boards, and I was hunched over the main terminal with my fingers flying across the keys while the audio feed from Alessia’s hidden microphone crackled with the sounds of shuffling cards and the low, tense murmur of the high-stakes game. I had the palace’s secondary server node looped into my own local drive, and the green progress bars were dancing across my monitors because the encryption keys Count Alberto was using for his private ledger were surprisingly complex, but they were no match for the cracking software I had been building since the factory fire.

“There are more documents inside.” Lorenzo crouched and started rummaging through the pile. “Manuals… receipts… old notes…” He suddenly froze. “Oh, look what I found.” “What?” I asked. “It’s a receipt,” he said, holding it up. “For the cameras. And it’s in your name... Echo Flamez.” My jaw dropped. “What? That can’t be right. I don’t remember buying any cameras, let alone installing them!” Adrian tilted his head. “I think you did.”

The biometric scanner read his fingerprints, iris, voiceprint, and a twelve-year-old cipher code that hadn’t been spoken since Don Emilio’s reign. "Legacy nullius. Corpus ex machina." Green light. Access granted. The vault opened. Cold air. Dry. Electric. Inside, an obsidian room lined with data cables that pulsed like veins. At the far end: a sarcophagus-shaped mainframe humming with sentience. Project EYE. The Artificial Intelligence built from the first Umbra neural prototypes. Disbanded. Sealed. Buried. Until now. Lorenzo stepped forward. "Run base protocols. Identity: Lorenzo De Rossi Clearance: Black Rose."

(02, 03, 04) As soon as the [Scans] were done, Squad Leader Agent Rosee immediately issued an order, at that moment the Aeternum A.C.I.A that has been silent the entire time at the door frame, immediately moved towards their targets, each agent for a single targets. At these time, the vibes in the room has already started to change from these people being mad, to become wary and suspicious.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

“She's the one I told you about." A murmur rippled across the table as soon as he said that. None of them looked surprised, because he'd clearly told them about me. But that didn’t stop the disapproving looks I got from them. "Let me introduce you," Adrian said, standing as he gestured toward each man. "This is Enzo Valenti. He’s our weapons specialist and distributor. Beside him is Lorenzo Caruso. He controls the ports here on the East Coast." Lorenzo gave a slow look that made my skin crawl, but I didn't blink as I stared back at him. I didn’t want to look weak to any of them, because they would tear me to pieces if they sensed any sign of weakness in me.

Red circles marked unusual activity in the East Side docks—movement of men, encrypted chatter, smuggled arms. Aurora pointed at the satellite photos. “Whoever’s filling Angelo’s void isn’t sloppy. These are trained professionals. No gang colors. No symbols. Just tactics.” Enzo added, “They’re using ghost protocols. The kind our fathers feared.” Camilla nodded grimly. “That confirms it. Someone with high-level training is backing this.” Riccardo flipped open a dossier and pushed it forward. “His name is Cassian Vale.” Aurora blinked. “Vale? As in—”

Beside me, Silas was screaming. It was a raw, primal sound that tore through my heart. He was being held down by "Audit-Claws"—jagged, silver needles of light that were stitching themselves into his skin. He wasn't a program anymore; he couldn't "glitch" away. He was a human man, and the needles were drawing real, crimson blood. "**SUBJECT 02: DEPRECIATED ASSET,**" the Chief Adjuster’s voice boomed, a sound like a thousand filing cabinets slamming shut. "**INITIATING: RECOVERY OF BIOLOGICAL MATERIALS.**"