The cold Atlantic waters chilled me to my bones, the sun not helping at all. The salt in the water leeched its way into the various cuts across my back, arms, abdomen and legs.
They stripped me of my leather bracers, my flintlock pistols and my throwing knives.
This is how the assassin's and thieves' guilds repay their best recruit?! This is how I die?!
I just floated there, knocking on death's door when a spotlight blinded me and the sound and force of a helicopter pushed me underneath the water again.
Hydra, both my guilds, the Templars and the Assassins seriously fucked up, I think as my world goes dark.
~Three Hours Later~
I woke up to the sound of beeping and the pain of a headache.
"Hey, you're safe. You're safe," a man's voice says.
"Who the hell are you," I hiss, panic rising.
"That's classified," the man says.
"Classified my ass! Do you know who I am?".
"No, I don't know who you are, but I do know that you would've died if someone didn't call my boss," the man says.
I close my eyes, everything rushing back to me.
Arno, Connor, Edward, Altaïr and Ezio stared at me with sorrowful eyes, the other assassins not so much. I close my eyes and lock my jaw after they hang me by my wrists. I knew what was to come.
First they'll start with the whip, then move on to branding and finally they'll use knives to cut and cauterize.
"You know the protocols, Hanson," Liam says.
I nodded, my jaw still locked. As soon as the whip hit my back I started counting in my head. Two hours later I felt someone dragging me, then came the cold water.
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down," the man says.
I grunt, the pain dulled.
"What was a pretty girl like you doing in the Atlantic," another man asks.
"Tony, back the fuck off," the first man hisses.
I watch them, bemused by their antics. I sit up making sure they don't see my back which took the brunt of the beating.
"I just want to know who she is," the second man, whom I assume is Tony says.
"Maybe she'd like some rest, Stark! Can't you see she's been through hell and back," the first guy shouts.
These two are amusing, but alas, the remind me too much of Ezio and Edward.
I clear my throat, which surprisingly silences them.
"I asked once, I'm asking again. Who are you two? And don't give me that classified shit," I calmly tell them.
"Fine, I'm Hawkeye and the other guy is Tony Stark," the first guy says, then I notice he has dirty blonde hair.
"Who are you," 'Hawkeye' asks.
"Hanson, my name is Hanson," I say, eyeing both of them.
~Two Hours Later~
Hawkeye and Stark show me to my floor/apartment they wanted me to stay in until they're boss could talk to me.
I just nod and begin mediating as soon as they leave me alone.
I cannot tell them that the Assassin's Guild exists. They know of the Thieves Guild because of Le Beau. Deep breaths, Hanson, they don't know who you are. They just know your fake name. As long as Arno, Ezio, Connor, Edward and Altaïr better not screw up and get kicked out like I did.
My meditation time is cut short when I hear someone knocking on the door. I groan as I get up, not because of my wounds, but because I was interrupted.
"What," I hiss when I see Hawkeye after I open the door.
"Director Fury wishes to speak to you," Hawkeye says.
I just nod and follow him.
