WW3: Federation Day

Punching him 10 times a day.

Current time: 12:00 PM Midnight. Logan's P.O.V

i was asked to Watch Hesh, and "Walker" as Rorke called him. i wasn't very eventfull Hesh would ask me questions and i would answer them while "Walker" sat and watched.

i would have to put him back in his chair a couple of times because he would pass out from blood-loss.

After "Walker" getting free yesterday, Rorke sent guards out into the desserts surrounding the castle to keep an eye out for Keegan because apparently he "joined us" as Rorke said.

Syler.

i heard a voice to my left say something almost as if whispering.

you...wanted...know...me...Syler.

he could barely talk because while i slept during the day, Rorke tortured the shit out of Syler. and its been a month since the Assassins lossed Masyaf. Altair was locked in a vault below the castle, his own doing so that Rorke couldn't get the "Apple of Eden" Syler called it, Ezio was almost hung but he managed to escape and is now at the cross-roads of the world also known as Constatinople, Arno escaped and left to visit his old friend Elise in France, Edward is sailing back to England to visit and old friend called Adewale, Connor was devastated by the loss of Achilles and returned to his house on the frontier in Canada, and as i said Achilles is dead, Rorke shot him in the leg then the stomach then the chest and finnaly shot him in the face, one bullet for each time Syler didn't give Rorke Keegan's location.

but today we were breaking out, Ezio had returned to Masyaf with a new Weapon his friend Leonardo made for him. he called them revolvers because the round cylinder i the middle which hold the ammo revolved when you shot it, it fired a small piece of metal called a bullet that could kill a man instintly if the bullet hits the right place similar to a bow and Arrow only smaller and could fit in your palm.

i cut Hesh's ropes and  gave him his revolver, then i Grabbed Syler and put him on my shoulder, Hesh and i bothcheck the amount of ammo we had and when we we're satisfied we kicked the door down and started shouting our way to Merrick who was probably looking like Hammered shit right now. (if you understand this Amazing. if you don't well then it still doesn't matter)

when we reached Merrick he looked exactly like i thought he would, like hammered shit.

Merrick you alright?

I'm fine, rib's broken but i can still walk.

Limp was more accurate but who was i to complain i used to punch the poor guy 10 times a day.