The France Revolution

Time-Warp

Chapter 4

Paris 1791, January 4

Almost a year has passed since Arno was taken into the brotherhood of the Assassins, he started his search for De Le Serre's murderer, Elizabeth helps with the investigation as best as she could, with the help of her friends. Charles Abbali the tank, Andy Christian the thief, James Angelo the flirt and Jackson Abbot the shadow. So Arno meets up with Elizabeth at the square where there was a crowd of people. "Took ya long enough," she tells him as she turns around. "Were you waiting for me?" he asks her, stopping next to her. "Well of course I was. And good timing, I can feel the men here starting at me," she tells him, Arno just laughs. She looks at him "It's nice to hear you laugh again." she said with a smile. Arno looks at her and smiles back, "It's nice to see you smile again." he tells her, she just sighs. "I know, but with everything that's going on. It hard to ever smile," she tells him.

Arno nods at her, "That I can understand." he tells her, and they started to walk, "So you've been an Assassin, all your life?" Arno asks her, she nods at him, "Oui. I was born into this as were my ancestors before me." she tells him, "You mean... your entire bloodline was part of this war?" he asks her and she looks at him, "Yes, but I've grown tired of this war, every kill I've taken it has to etch away a part of me away, I felt empty inside everytime I drew the blade." she tells him, he just looks at her with sad eyes, but she smiles a little. "But there was one good thing in my life that was worth spilling blood," she states, his eyes lit up. She turns to him. "You. Elise and De La Serre. You all were worth it." she said with a smile. Arno drops his head in shame as he still remembers the look on her face when he shouted at her, "Izzy... will you become my best friend again?" he asks her, she looks at him, then steps up to him, grips his hand, lowers her head, looking under his hood into his eyes and nods, "I would love to be your best friend again, you're stuck with me Arno, get use to it." she tells him, making him smile a little at her.

He then wraps his arms around her, holding her close, Elizabeth lets herself go as she pulls out her hand and places it on his shoulder as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Merci, Izzy." Arno tells her, she giggles, "Merci, Arno." she tells him, they pull back "Come, let head to seek out Bellec and with this little business they want is done, then we can continue with our investigation on De La Serre's murderer." Elizabeth tells him, Arno nods at her. "That I can agree on," he tells her and they climb up a building and ran along the roof where the met Bellec. "What the mission?" Arno asks him, Elizabeth looks over at him as she sat down. Bellec stood up, "The mission is getting your arse in position and don't ask questions, pisspot." Bellec tells him and walks off, Arno looks over at Elizabeth and she shrugs at him, "I live to serve." he mumbles as she sighs then places her hand on his shoulder, "I'll be here if you need my help." she tells him, he looks at her, places his hand over hers and nods, "Merci, mon amie." Arno tells her, then he pulls his hand away as hers slip off his Arno then leaps off the edge and into the hay wagon.

Elizabeth then squats down close to the edge, gripping it gently with her hand, as she watches Arno kill the guards and sabotage the warning bell and waited for something to happen. She then ran over next to the two boys as men started to show up and were starting a meeting. "Lord Guillaume de Roussel has generously agreed to our price of forty percent." a Templar states, Elizabeth growls as she recognized the Templar, "Izzy, what is it?" Arno whispers to her. "An act of desperation. What about the priest?" the other asks him, "He'll come around." he tells him. "Your confidence is infectious, Sivert. My boys will have the wagon ready." the man tells him, Elizabeth stiffens. "That him. That's the man that help murder De La Serre." she growls as she grips her pistol as anger boils in her belly, but Bellec grips her wrist that held her pistol, "If you do this now, you will jeopardize the mission. Never let your feeling cloud your better judgment." Bellec reminds her, she glares at him, then Arno places his hand on her shoulder.