Assassin's creed influenced dream - "You can do better than that novice!" Wolf's trainer demanded.
Wolf countered with and underhanded strike to the ribs, a round house kick and pinned his trainer to the ground.
"All right" Mahir said. "Trainings over back to your posts." the Hassassin leader said.
Gathering his things, Wolf vowed he'd beat the crap out of Haytham (his trainer) once everything was done.
Walking to the hidden door he entered a long concrete tunnel that lead to a ladder as he climbed the wondered how his girlfriend was doing; almost slipping he gripped his footing and reached the top of the ladder. Popping out of the man hole like Mario he looked around and emerged and covered the man hole over. The market was full of life, people, spices, vendors. It was a crossroads of the world just like in 1511, Turkey today was just alive as it was back then.
Briskly he walked up to a trading post where they sold goods like clothing, food, ammunitions to both sides in the war. Peeking his head under the flaps he entered the shop and called the shop keeper in Arabic.
"Anyone there, Sev-, I mean, Raqsh! Hello?"
"Yes!" an alert voice chimed out from inside the shop. "How may I help you?" she motioned with her eyes to her boss. A burly and fat Turkish man smoking on his pipe while on the computer.
Wolf eyed the man suspiciously an leaned in. "He giving you any trouble because if he is then-"
"Don't worry he's gay." she reassured him. "Would you like to purchase some fine wears or some ammo perhaps?"
"Uh yes, 2 clips of 50 cals and some jerky." he replied.
Going to the counter she bent over and rummaged through some things. Even though she was dressed conservatively he could still make out her curvy hips; through the white see through skirt and cotton clothing, he throbbed down low.
"That will be 44.5450 lira please." she said.
He handed her the money, 44.5450 lira was $25.00 in US dollars. As he leaned in to give the money he whispered. "I'll be waiting on the roof tops nearby, to safely watch you go home."
"Meh." she smiled and showed him out. "Closing time is in a half hour."
The shop owner coughed out plumes of smoke and she darted back to her register.
He stepped out of the shop and was spotted by two guards.
"Hassassin, Hassassin!" the police yelled. Wolf ran as fast as he could from roof to roof.
Shit man, I can't be in two places at once!
A loud explosion sounded behind him and pushed him forward almost to the edge of the roof, catching his balance he dared not to look back but he felt as if his call was answered somehow.
-*-30 mins later-*-
Else where Severina, known as Raqsh Alsma'a (which meant Sky Dancer in Arabic) by her friends and workers, walked home and wondered where Wolf was.
"Wolf?" she called to the roof tops.
"Yes meh!" he sprung out from the roof and onto the ground gracefully.
She looked into this eyes as she drew closer, she sensed something off. "Blue contacts, what happened to the purple?" she could tell he wasn't wearing any.
"Uh I grew tired of them."
"What about your colleagues at work...?" she asked.
"They'll assume I'm sick or something." he joked.
"Hassassin!" a guard yelled in the distance.
"Oop, gotta go!" he kissed her on the cheek and hopped off.
The guard questioned where he went the pointed in the opposite direction.
Hmm, something isn't right, that's not him. Is it some Crusader trick or has Lu. PM corp. found us?
Stiletto in hand and unsheathed under her robes she walked the populated streets with caution as she thought.
Escaping the infighting and war about to be unleashed in America, they fled to the middle east in hopes of starting a new life together. Leaving their friends and family behind only to bring necessities, their wits and a few trinkets that they held dear to them. Danial Llien, known as Wolf Spade to his peers and colleagues to mask his identity but even Danial was a mask of who he was.
In America he was known as a name that he wished to be kept anonymous, only one person in Turkey knew his name and that was Severina, his girlfriend whom he declared wife in Turkey. Keeping their status of even knowing each other or being connected was very strict to uphold.
Working as a double agent, so to speak, a cut throat of sorts as he worked for the Hassassins and Crusaders. In one corner we have the Hassassins, sworn to protect liberty and justice and in the other corner was the Crusaders; ruthless people of a harsh ideology who believed in censorship and ruling through political influence. The third deadly factor in this mess was Lu. PM corp., a multi-international corporation of medical supplies and armor manufacturers but in the shadows they were the head company of all the PMC (private military companies) of the world, they fueled the fight and manipulated people like puppets.
How did these two fit in you wonder, well it's easy. Danial/Wolf was working with Lu. PM for the money that he needed to kick start his DJ career and Severina/Raqsh was searching for artistic inspiration around the world. Quite a task for two 24 year olds but they could handle themselves fine. Wolf was to sabotage the Hassassins and Crusaders so they would eliminate each other; however he had other plans, what he wanted was to destroy one faction and rule the other and his choice was the Hassassins, he'd rule them with an iron fist using fear and intimation (a regular Caesar's Legionary* like approach). This seems like a full proof method but it has its flaws and can only work for so long before morale jumps out the window and into suicide and his troops abandon ship.
Severina undoubtedly remained loyal, with love of course, but she was the pants in the relationship and kept him in line, from time to time he'd have his fun and so would she. All she wanted was a simple life of an artist and to be revered as a great artist. Her role to many looked small and useless but it made its impact she had plans to be a tactical forecast, like a weather man but 100% times more effective an accurate on what the enemy will do next. She'd predict their actions up to 50 steps ahead, with a 1% failure rate!
As she walked on ahead she came to the camp where she rested nightly, she settled with the gypsies and by night he'd come to her for their intimate moments, trying to keep some part of their relationship alive in stressful times but she strictly remained a virgin until their status as a real legal couple was valid.
"Come in, come in, you must be so tired!" Florica chimed.
"Yes...very." Severina said as she yawned.
"Here have some Kiymali Pilav." she offered (a Turkish rice dish with ground beef and spices).
Readily taking the dish she gave thanks to her and those around her.
"Oooho child you are so gracious, you're in good company you can remove your wears." Leyla a lesbian belly dancer that entertained men for a living but indulged in women as a side job.
Severina blushed at her comment and respectfully declined even if it was an all female room she kept up her decency.
Florica buzzed around serving others, she was the head cook and a flowery person who always spread goodwill towards others. "Need anymore?" she asked.
"No, no, I'm fine thank you." Severina declined as she retreats to her room at the camp house. It's a small room 10 x 10, with Turkish designs, fabrics, tile, wallpaper and furnishings. Fresh burning incense wafts through the air.
As the night goes on she become tired and sore, but forces herself to stay awake, waiting for him, fighting her body seems useless and lately she's been more tired; she falls asleep with an aching back and hopeful heart.
-*-3 hours later-*-
Dropping in from the roof entrance he creeps into her room as she sleeps and lays down next to her and cuddles against her warmth.....
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