Assassins creed: Remnant

First contract

As night falls over Vale, the city is shrouded in an air of secrecy and intrigue. Unbeknownst to the general public, one of the councilmen, Finley Grey, is out on a walk. His destination or rather business, leads to a warehouse just at Vale's docks. He looks around and notices shipping containers spread out all over the docks along with scorch marks and pillars of ice that have exploded.

He comes across a dimly lit warehouse and straightens his tie. He goes to knock but feels a barrel press against the back of his head. He slowly turns to see a White fang soldier "What do you want human?"

Finley sighs with frustration plastered onto his face. He puts his hands up and speaks calmly "Your....human boss is expecting me." He states. The White fang soldier lowers his weapon slightly and looks the man up and down.

A realisation hits him "Wait...aren't you one of the councilmen for Vale?" He asks. The question is answered with a simple nod from Finley as he turns to face the soldier and gestures to the entrance of the warehouse by darting his eyes between the soldier and the door. The soldier eases up and tilts his head towards the door, signalling for the councilman to enter. Finley continues into the warehouse as the soldier closes the door behind him and stands guard.

Finley spots a table in the middle of the warehouse with a light hanging over it. He notices more guards on the catwalks looking down at him as they patrol. He takes a seat and makes himself comfortable. A click followed by some sparks in front of the table catches the councilman's attention. A small flame gives light to the dark before being held up to a cigar, slightly showing the face of the user. Roman Torchwick.

The criminal steps into the light and smiles "Finley. How's the wife and kids?" Finley doesn't say a word. He simply gestures to the chair on the other side of the table to which Roman kicks out and sits. "Look, if it's about the dust, don't worry. We've been taking our cut. The other half unfortunately is being taken by another party so....that's your security's problem."

Finley raises a brow to this "The same security in which I have to replace after every raid you and your group do?" He questions.

Roman looks up and blows raspberries while blowing smoke out his nose "...Yes."

Unknown to the two and the rest of the White fang guards. The soldier that stopped Finley at the door was now dead with his neck sliced open.

"We have four months till the festival begins, the Dust that is needed for both your people and the festival from what I'm hearing is slowly going down the drain. Which means the cover that you and your people promised my people so we could leave Vale is also going down the toilet!" Finley stands and shouts the last part which cause the guards to stop and look down at the scene.

Especially the guard on top of the roof who was looking down from the skylight "Jeez he's pissed." The guard acknowledges. Suddenly, he hears what sounds like a blade unsheathe and looks behind only to see a figure cover his mouth and jab a blade through his throat which shatters his Cervical vertebrae.

The figure pats the body down until feeling a spherical object. He pulls it out and finds a grenade. He puts it in his pocket and enters through the skylight and latches onto the beams. He slowly starts moving across slowly as the councilman and the criminal mastermind keep talking.

"What even happened?" The councilman asks with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Roman leans in after taking a puff of his cigar "I'll tell you what happened. That terrorist that's been beaching all the boats. She's here!"

The councilman looks at Roman surprised while the figure above them stops and looks down. "I'm sorry. What the hell do you mean 'she's here'?"

Roman sits back and blows smoke out his mouth "We worked with one of them against her. Y'know, terrorist versus terrorist. Fighting fire with fire...although it was water and-"