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What fate has written; Alexander McCrae
Topic Started: Mar 30 2013, 12:51 AM (62 Views)
Kitagawa Yukari
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All of the higher-ups were in an uproar. The coveted Oracle, a woman by the name of Alexa Harper, had been stolen away in the dead of night; seemingly spirited away from the Rome based Abstergo facility by a band of Assassins. Not a single face, horribly distorted as they were by the darkness and shoddy quality of the security cams, had come through in the private database or AFIS. The Masters had been summoned, in one form or another, from their respective facilities around the globe to congregate in the Inner Sanctum of the Templar Order, talk of the incident spreading amongst the assembled Templars not unlike a wildfire. Undoubtedly, they were looking for someone to blame, some form of evidence to help them discern just where they had taken her. The location of the Assassin Headquarters had eluded their scrutiny for many, many years. It was there they would keep her. Soon, the Masters would arrive at the conclusion that placing the blame was useless. Retrieving Alexa was top priority. Punishing those that had failed in their duties could come later, when they least expected it.

Kitagawa Yukari, a twenty-year-old native of Kyoto, had arrived at that conclusion the moment she'd heard what had happened. Her father, one of the most influential businessmen of Japan and one of the highest ranking members of the Order, had always been a man of action rather than discussion. He'd assigned her to reconnaissance the second they'd arrived at the facility, loathing the time that would be wasted going through the motions. These European Templars stood on ceremony with impressive, albeit foolhardy, tenacity. Without question and after receiving the second highest level of clearance, she began the lengthy task of combing through the compiled data from the night of the debacle. She found nothing extraordinary, nothing even worthy of note. She moved beyond the realm of the facility and scanned through hours of security footage from the airports. Still nothing. Frustrated and bored out of her mind, Yuka took to the streets of Rome late in the evening.

Bundled in layered sweatpants, running shoes, and a form fitting thermal jacket; Yukari stepped out onto the glistening road just outside of the facility. Her clothing completely black, the hood of her coat dragged up over her pinned back hair, she glanced up and down the cobbled street. Then, she canted her head back and released a puff of steamy air from between her lips. As the transparent fog cleared, her honey-colored eyes narrowed upon a figure on the building parallel from her current position. The figure disappeared from view shortly after she first caught sight of it and she briskly moved across the street. Her ungloved hands took up the cold hand-rails of a rickety ladder and she scaled it as quickly and quietly as possible, peering beneath the crumbling balustrade the top of the ladder was connected to. Kicking off the step she loitered on, she flipped over the railing and landed in a crouch upon the roof. The weapons hidden beneath her sleeves at the ready, she angled her wrist just so and launched a bo-shuriken into her awaiting grasp.
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Alex McCrae
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The Rome... A central location in the history of the Assassin Order. The dark skyline was illuminated by a myriad of coloured light given off by the modern city, but the figure that the Templar had just laid eyes on was not seeing it. Instead he saw the world in darkened shades of black and blue. Only outlines of the buildings and other objects glowed slightly in his eyes, save for the Templar that had just exited the building he had been watching. Her silhouette was a vivid red colour, which both confirmed his suspicions and meant his observations were now over. Closing his eyes for a moment, when he reopened them his vision was normal once more, seeing the world as everyone else saw it. So he began to run.

The figure was an Assassin. Not an Italian Assassin like you would expect in such a city, but a British one. Alex McCrae was English, officially at least, but his heart resided in Scotland, where a large portion of his family was from. Clad in a form-fitting, hooded jacket and loose jeans, Alex looked like a stereotypical Assassin that had been drop-kicked into the Twenty-first Century through a few high-end clothing shops.

"Ah feck it... Trust one Templar to know when to look up..." he muttered as he leapt from the slightly frosty surface of the building he had been sprinting across.

He had been dispatched to Rome to meet with the same group of Assassins that had rescued Alexa Harper, in fact he had been part of the group when they had done so. Once they had exited the facility, however, it had been Alex's job to stay behind and gauge the Templar response. He had seen a number of vehicles coming and going in the past few nights, but never any faces until now. The higher ranking Templars had been here, at least in passing, he was sure of it. He would never have been able to eliminate them, not with security as high as it was, although he had mulled over the idea many times on the long cold nights.

Alex landed on the next building and skidded a little on the frost-slick roof, before continuing at his previous pace. He had to get away before any more Templars were alerted, otherwise he would have a hell of a time disappearing into the Roman night. With only four years experience under his belt since he had joined the Order, the twenty year old wasn't as skilled as some Assassins, but he was well on his way. He had proven that many times, including in the Abstergo facility a few nights earlier and in his Animus syncronisation record. To date, over the course of three ancestors' memories, there had not been a single memory he hadn't re-lived at one hundred percent sync. He was going to need all of that skill tonight...
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