Blasted to the Past: Sequel to Ripped from our Time

Chapter 5

Desmond's POV
I wake up the next morning and stretch. The sun is streaming through the small window, and I can hear people beginning to mill around in the village nearby.

I walk out of the room and look around. Nope, still not adjusted to the 12th century.

"Desmond! Altaïr is outside waiting for you!"

I turn around sharply and see Malik standing there.

"Don't scare me like that, Malik!"

"My apologies. Altaïr is waiting for you."

"I got that part. See you later."

I leave the building and Altaïr grins when he sees me.

"I figured I should take you on an assassination mission."

"Really?"

"Sure! It's good practice."

"Let's go!"

Altaïr and I jump on horses and start riding towards our destination.

"Who are we assassinating?" I ask as we ride.

"His name is Saiful Karim. He's the leader of a large templar group in Masyaf. His camp is a little ways outside of Masyaf, though," Altaïr explains.

"So, we just need to kill him?" I ask. Altaïr nods.

"Yes. Just get in, kill him and get out."

"Are you with me, or am I doing this alone?"

Altaïr chuckles.

"You think I'm going to send you on an assassination mission by yourself?"

I laugh and shake my head.

"Definitely not."

We reach the camp, and Altaïr and I sneak in between the templar's tents.

"Do they not have a better base then this?" I whisper.

"They go around and recruit more and more templars. Saiful Karim leads all of that," Altaïr whispers back. "He's right over there."

I look over and see a middle aged man with heavy armour and a helmet on. He's speaking with another templar, and his brown eyes are hard and cold.

"Follow me," Altaïr whispers.

We sneak around the back, and Altaïr grabs the pole of a tent and swings on top. He helps me up and Altaïr unsheathes his blades.

"Kill the guards surrounding him. I'll take out Karim," Altaïr says. I unsheathe my blades and we jump down off of the tents.

I kill three of the guards surrounding him, and Altaïr begins combat with Saiful Karim. As I kill oncoming templars, I can hear the clash of their blades behind me as I continue to kill templars.

"Desmond, come on!" Altaïr says suddenly. I back up and see Saiful on the ground, blood on his cloak.

I turn and run, following Altaïr through the camp. Templars come at us, but they can't get at us.

We reach our horses and hop on quickly. We start sprinting towards home on our horses, far away from the templars.

Altaïr starts laughing, and I join in. It seemed almost too easy.

"That was fun! Let's go home," Altaïr says.

"Agreed."

We ride back home and leave the horses in their stalls.

"How'd it go? It must have been good, or you would have come back covered in blood and with 9 fingers instead of 91/2," Malik says when we walk in. Altaïr glares at him, smiling mischeviously.

"It did go well. I assume everything was calm here, or you would have no arms instead of one."

"Novice."

"That's enough. Now, I'm going to go eat," I say. Altaïr and Malik chuckle and Altaïr punches him playfully in the arm.

"Alright, we're coming with you," Malik says. Together, the three of us walk to the dining hall.