The Last Assassin

Chapter 10: The Rebellion Sparks

Kyle

  It took all the strength I had to not jump down there, and attack those agents. Not only do I have to deal with the Fallout Project, and the Templars, I have to deal with an infection that's making the project's agents kill civilians. I kept going, and eventually reached our destination. A group of Templars were conversing, and waiting for someone. Possibly the agents' friends. I used the Eagle Vision I was taught to spy on the Templars. All of a sudden, I could hear them, even from far above. "--and when they get here, we exchange the money, get the armor, and let them do whatever they want to the civilians we've caught." One of the Templars said, and the others nodded, having those stupid, evil grins on their faces. 

  "What are they saying?" NM asked, and I shushed him. "Why don't we just kill them when they get here, and after they give us the armor?" Another Tempalr asked, and the first Templar smacked the back of his head. "Are you stupid? These guys are very important allies. They are inside, and can give us access to things that Nick might find interesting. Plus their armor has been proven to shrug off our bullets." The Templar nodded, rubbing the back of his head. "So, no one try to kill them. We simply exchange the money with the weapons, and let them have the civilians. Once they're done, we take what's on their bodies, and leave."

"When we caught them, we counted 12 males, and 10 females. Counting thm now, there's only 6 females." A third Templar spoke up. The fourth chuckled. "Nick wanted to keep some for his... 'collection.'" The Templars laughed, and I looked away, getting rid of the conversation. "What did they say?" Illinois asked, and I nearly gagged. "I thought I killed Nick, but apparently, I didn't. Not only is he still alive, but he's keeping females as sex slaves, probably." The agents looked at me, and both said, "Probably?" 

  I shook my head. "I didn't hear what they were kept for, but all I hear was he kept some for his 'collection.' God, it makes me sick." NM shook his head. "I did research on the Templars. Sure, they want to control the world, but that's just sick. Sex slaves? God, that makes me wanna gag." I looked at the captured people, and my eyes widened. "There's kids in there..." NM looked at me. "What?" I balled up my fists. "The Templars captured kids, those sick---"

"What would they want with kids?" NM asked. He sounded curious, and rather interested, which was weird. "Who knows, but we can't leave these people here to just be sold." I was ready to jump over the ledge, and kill the Templars, but Illinois pulled me back. "If you're going to fight, be stealthy about it." He handed NM a sniper that he saw next to him on the rooftop. "You'll be our look out, and long range killer. If you see any of those guys sneaking up on us, take 'em out. Talk through your helmet comm to let us know." NM nodded, and grabbed the rifle from Illinois's hands.

 Agent Illinois

  The kid crawled through the window, and took out two Templars right by it. I grabbed a Templar by the gopen doorway, and pulled him away. I snapped his neck as the kid made his way to the cage. He was crazy to take on a whole wearhouse, just to save a couple of civilians. I chuckled, and killed a few more Templars inside. By the time the agents got here, they would be pissed. NM was killing the Templars we couldn't see. If I trusted anyone with my life, I was glad it was him.

  "Heads up, there's a small group of them comin' your way." I looked around, and saw four Templars coming. All of a sudden, the kid came from nowhere, asassinated one from behind, shot two of them, and pulled out a katana to hill the last one. For a teenager, he was a killer, and that scared me, weird enough. I may be trained to kill, but I'm in my mid 20's. I wonder what goes through that kid's head sometimes.

 I saw the kid was right by the cage, but there was a templar right behind him. I ran over, and tackled him down, smashing his head against the floor. The kid turned to look, but then turned back to pick the lock. One of the women screamed, and I looked up to see why. Arizona, and Texas were right there, guns aimed at them, and us.

  "Well, if it ain't the traitor. You'll be glad to know that Nevada is up there, dealing with NM right now. You two will be nothing, once we're done with you." Arizona grinned evily, and he shot me. My vision went in and out. One minute, ARizona had the kid pinned down. The next, the kid broke free, and was fighting the two of them, having them at a stalemate. My vision gave, and came back one more time. I saw the kid barely miss Texas's heart, and Arizona was on the ground. My vision came back to me, finally, and we weren't in the warehouse anymore. We were on a roof. NM's face look beaten to hell, and the kid had blood all over him.

 "About time you woke up. We thought you died on us." NM helped me up. 

"What happened?" I asked when I could. I felt like all the wind in me left, when I stood up.

"Your agent friends showed up. One of them beat down NM, and the other two tried killing us. I beat them down, and almost killed them instead." The kid looked over at the people as they ran for safety, and possibly to their loved ones. "Maybe we should've listened to their conversation, then killed them." The kid sighed, and sat down. He watched some people hug each other, and I could've sworn I heard him stifle a tear. I heard him mumble to himself "I miss my family..."

 "Why do you miss them so much?" I asked him. He looked at us, and there were tears silently rolling down his cheeks. "My brother and sister were killed in front of me... my parents now think I'm dead, as well... I became an assassin to avenge my siblings, and to keep my family safe. Even if it means they have to think I'm dead..." It never occured to me why this kid did what he did. I knew his siblings were killed, but when I read his file, I thought he was always like this. It just goes to show you how much bullshit the Fallout Project creates to keep us in line.

  He wiped his face clean, and he went to higher ground. He was only 16, at least that's what I read on his file, and he was pulled into the midst of a war. I never felt so sympathetic for someone, in my life. NM didn't seem at all different. His bruises were almost gone now. Funny, because I thought his suit gave him super stability, which let him become a better marksman. "Well, we saved those people. Now what?" 

  "We came here to stop the agents, and we did." The kid said. We went to the little hide out, and we wondered what our next move was.

Kyle

  Days went by, and we all tried to keep our heads low. We kept our wanted faces, and names off the trons, and papers. We heard on the news that the people we saved were interviewed. They talked about a hooded figure that broke them out. "Looks like your famous, kid." Illinois chuckled, and everything I tried to avoid, being known and all, became reality.

  As it turned out, the people who were kidnapped were trying to rebel against the Fallout Project's control. The Templars just caught them, and decided to make profit from it. The heartless creatures only cared about control, and money. I will kill them, no matter what it takes. They will end by my hand, and no one is going to stop me from doing so.