1:36 p.m. April 29th, 2016
The two teams, led by Sloan and I, started walking toward the planes, but then all hell broke loose.
An explosion from inside the Toronto Brotherhood HQ knocked all of us off our feet, and sent one of Sloan's men over the edge of the walkway and into the waters fifty feet below. I look around quickly, to see what had caused the explosion. Then I found it.
A sleek gold and black painted helicopter hovered over the lake, and was reloading it's missile pods. The copter shivered slightly, and I got a glimpse of the side, and I was greeted with the all too familiar Templar cross, and Darren in the driver's seat, with a devilish grin on his face.
"You bastard!" I yelled as I grabbed my sniper rifle from the plane and I aimed it right at his head. But he got me first.
A shot fired and a bullet pierced through my shoulder. I recovered and shot twice at Darren, hitting him in the chest.
"Toby!" Sloan rushed to my side as I collapsed.
"It's alright. I'm fine," I panted.
"No you're not, I'll be right back with the first aid kit."
"No wait! That can wait! we need to follow Darren to see where that bastard's base is!"
He stopped a moment then considered it. "Alright everyone on one plane! Move it! Jack! You can help me get Toby into the plane. Everyone else can get luggage. Understand?"
"Yessir!" Five voices replied in unison, and Jack ran over to help me up.
"Toby! Are you alright?" He seemed really concerned.
"Don't worry. I'm injured, not dead," I grinned at him. "Now come on. That asshole and his Templar buddies aren't gonna kill themselves."
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Assassin's Creed: Prophecy
FanfictionLife is never easy. Especially when it's your job to take them from others. Toby Connery is an Assassin. And he's here to kill.
