Assassin's Creed: Firewall

Blast From the Past.....err Future

"A gunshot wound?" Malik blinked, looking between the wound and Emma's scar.

Hand going towards her belt, she pulled out the Glock. "Did the weapon look like this?"

Altair stared at it for short moment, teeth clenched. "Similar. It was longer. I never even heard it coming."

A suppressor then. What little noise it made would have been lost in the noise of the city. How the fuck did that happen? There was only one explanation of course, and it both excited and terrified her at the implication.

She wasn't alone in the past. But whoever was here with her had been targeting the assassin. Given the only way (that she knew of) into the past was through the machine at Abstergo, the probability that they worked for those psychopaths was high. Still....there could be a chance they would be on her side, could be able to get her home.

"Hold up." She stepped forward, forcing Malik to pause in his attempt to start stitching. Altair's back proved to be injury-free, which meant it was about to get a lot more painful for him. "The bullet is still in there, we have to get it out before you can patch him up."

The terrible part of her couldn't help but think perhaps there was some justice in this world after all.

Malik paused, peering closer at the wound. "I see nothing in there."

Ejecting the clip from her gun, she held out a single bullet for him to see. "The top portion is what gets shot. Small, but goes far quickly and can cause a lot of damage. If it stays in there it will poison his blood and kill him slowly."

Both men closely studied the intact bullet in her hand before Malik stepped to the side, motioning for her to take his place. Emma balked. Blood didn't bother her much, but it wasn't as if she was an expert at pulling bullets out of living bodies. "This is something from your world. Neither of us know what we are dealing with."

Altair did not look entirely confident in Malik's choice to hand the reins over to her either. Sucking in a breath, she realized that the Dai was right. He wouldn't be able to remove the bullet with one hand, she knew what she was looking for, and she wouldn't be able to just sit back and watch a man die in slow agony. Even if said man was an arrogant ass.

Luckily, this time had what was essentially tweezers, otherwise this would have been made that much more difficult. "Get him some leather to bite down on."

"I do not need it." Altair snapped, his voice and posture tense. With personal experience at the pain he was going through, Emma knew he was just playing the tough guy.

"He's going to need it." Malik procured the item quickly, and with a ferocious exchange of glares, got the assassin to bite into it.

Right, now to pretend that she knew exactly what she was doing. Unfortunately for Altair, he was well built. It was all solid muscle that the bullet had torn through and was now lodged in. Not only was this going to hurt like hell, but it was going to be a bitch while healing.

Their trip out of here may have just been put off for four weeks.

Sitting herself on the floor next to him, she braced her left forearm across his chest so that she could still work with her hand while keeping him from jerking forward too much. He watched every move with hawk-like intensity. It was more than just a little unnerving. "Make sure he doesn't jerk back."

Malik sat behind the assassin, bracing his own arm across his back. Altair was as pinned as they were capable of making him at the moment. Taking another deep breath, Emma pulled away the rag that had been keeping the bleeding at bay. Blood came forth quickly, running tracks down his chest. A large jug of water was among the supplies Malik had grabbed, and she used it to flush the wound enough that she could see.