Disclaimer: I do not own the Psycho Pass or the Assassin's Creed franchise, this is meant to be a small crossover trailer and I do not intend to continue due to other works of fiction I have to do. I may return to see it through, but not today I'm afraid.

This story has been re-edited to make the entry more realistic, and there may be more edits to make the lore more accurate, but it won't be that accurate.

Note: This story has been re-edited again, hopefully the final time as I sort out my thoughts.

Please sit back, and enjoy the fanfiction trailer that is Templar's Creed: Psycho Pass. Title may change as this story is a draft and may be a bit different in sequel chapters should I even get this far, but that will be a bridge for another time.

Anyways have fun with the lore of two potential universes combined, enjoy your reading.

2083 A.D.

Templars, brothers and sisters of the Order,

When we were formed under the banner of Jacques de Morley in the time of the Middle Ages as an active hand in society we thought of overseeing a particular goal: the unification of humanity under a single nation, a single school of thought and society run by the true masters of the world…us, and our purpose has been faced with trials and failures, each step we took forward was a step back for us before the Assassins scattered beneath our might. For decades since the release of the Animus to track and splice the Helix that has eluded us for so long, an answer to our heritage has all been but for nothing…the gene had been too complex to discover anything new, or we were made blind to it. But as our Assassin enemies grow quieter and bolder over the years in their quests for the artifacts that have scattered around the world we, the Templars, were left to be burdened with the task of setting this world right and to create a new society that runs on the rules of our own, not anyone. For years we have wondered how to procreate our legacies, and store our memories and knowledge together in one place for the length of time that succeeds our natural bodies than a simple machine that lets us look into the past…why not a machine for the future of mankind?

But we need worry no more, for the Templars have succeeded in creating a prototype society, one that could be the key to the ideal world. As I speak to you, my brothers, our branch in Japan have created a solution that could very well benefit our well-being, and the world's concerns to problems in regular society…for those who know what I am speaking of, I congratulate your involvement to make this world one where we can control and run humanity in the direction that is required of them and I am thankful for your support. I speak of ultimate control, I speak about change and a method where politicians and war can be easily manipulated, I speak of a way to bring our lost people to purpose that others are unable to provide through progress and the dawn of technology.

I speak of the future and a future utopia where our dreams may be realized, I speak…

…Of Sibyl.

-an announcement made to a meeting of world leaders in a private Abstergo congregation in Switzerland

Two years and nine months later, Switzerland 2086

"The Sibyl system has gone rogue alongside the government, they have sealed off access to and out of the country asking for isolation-no, demanding it and our contacts have been assassinated."

"…"

"What shall we do with the rest of the government officials whom we have captured in response to this outrage?"

"Allow them passage, but submit them for judgment of the courts that we have provided in preparation for their arrival. Sibyl has failed to comply with the wishes of the Order, and we shall administer our own will unto those who dared to defy the orders of our human goals."

"Isn't control our goal in this organization? To lead and to be the shepherds who know betterment of Mankind itself? Why not just let this continue on if such a system like Sibyl still follows the Templar goal?"

"O…you think too little of our goals and what we had planned to achieve with Sibyl, the significance of such a device for control could lead to the ultimate device over man and direct them with our knowledge for future guidance on where to go and how to lead the people. A system that has plans for sharing a hive mind with those who would corrupt it would not be something that is perfectly worthwhile…we are shepherds yes, but we must stick to accept what our human nature demands."

"And what does this entail sir?"

"The demand that control and symbols need to be torn down when necessary, and to build ourselves up renewed as a new order and a malleable movement that can both keep traditional and progress together, and to know when it is too far."

-a transmission sent to Korea during the Blackout of Japan

"Mockingbird, it is with great regret that I must inform you of the decommissioning of your office and your group Hunting. It is decided that Japan will act as our prison for those who oppose our rule, the higher ups have decided that Hunting will definitely not be necessary due part to the usefulness it presents."

"Don't you think this is a little too strange that they would do such a thing?"

"I don't question the decision to leave men behind, M you know that well enough with all your experiences with me on the job all those years ago. Abstergo is moving up the ranks and if a cataclysmic situation is indeed happening right now then they will take care of it, such a system is overall a machine in the works that has been deemed an asset."

"That does not mean that those who are potential allies are to be left behind. Japan's resourcefulness and talent were the reasons that we are able to advance a certain distance, surely you are not suggesting-"

"That's quite enough, M…anymore talk of Hunting and I am afraid I will be forced to perform drastic measures and we both know that we don't like messes or the consequences that comes with it when you try to openly defy the Order's wishes. Look we are the best hope humanity has and if we are to second guess ourselves and start to plant in seeds of doubt we will be unable to trust one another, we must always be assured that all we do is just one simple step towards the peace that we desire instead of worrying about what may be."

-a recorded phonecall made upon immediate investigation of Hunting and its supervisor, MT M, 2096 following unanimous decision in the end of 2095 to discontinue observations on Japan

Welcome to the world, the late 21st century turning onto the 22nd.

The Earth has experienced many changes since the realization of memories could be accessed through the study of intense genetics and the discovery that we humans could now look into the past to see how our ancestors lived brought a golden age of technology and with it progress to the world. As the world began to spread its borders and slow progressive work on advancing the human race further than ever before, the Order grew in strength but also in weakness.

For centuries we have actively participated and hid in the shadows, our purpose was crystal clear to bring peace by control and regulation of the human nature, helping empires and men overcome their base natures to become someone greater than they would have thought they could ever be. But while we are strong we are still weak and making no progress to achieving a harmonious world without differences and peace through control, even with our mortal enemies in the shadows becoming a consolidated power without much interference we are still corrupted from within. Ideals clash and wars are orchestrated as part of some grand game to win, the natural order of the world had changed the moment our presence as Abstergo became known to the wide world bringing ideas of a connected world...yet even then we are unsuccessful with the ancient technology we acquire.

So much betrayal and acceptance of practices beyond my comprehension in the years I have dutifully served the Order, all for the words of peace but the hands belong to a murderer's...how much more will we take? How long until we finally kill one another all the while believing these are necessary for a harmonious world, until our endurance is spent? No, with the organisation Hunting at my side there will be change...not just peace but a mutual cooperation that can span generations. I believe in control, but free will can be given not to a libertarian's expectations but enough so to satisfy.

I hoped the Order sees things this way. I hoped for understanding and perhaps even allies to openly support such ideals.

However, it seems that would not be the case.

I was a damned fool.

-diary of a Templar agent for the rogue agency Hunting 2098

2110, two years prior to Akane's entry into the Public Security Bureau, the ship Lester on the border waters of Japan

"Wake up, now."

There was a short rustle of bed covers as the ringing of the baton smacking the wall of the steel cabin, the guard throwing off the sheets while grabbing onto the tuff of black hair that was half-awake in the bed, the man in question snoring lightly while he turned over blinking his half-lidded eyes at the shadowed face in a cap and uniform of black and blue, the logo of three sliding plates in a triangle catching the man's eye. Grunting impatiently the man on the bed felt the tug on his hair drag him while a hand grabbed his shirt, alerting him to the actions of the guard before a feeling of air and weightlessness took his body momentarily...

*thud

And slammed his back onto the floor, earning a grunt from the man who kept his mouth tightly shut from shouting at the guard who would most likely beat him with the baton again like how it was the last time, the man only silently rising to his feet while being grabbed under the arm by the guard the figure of authority in the vessel pushing him roughly on his back against the wall of the cabin growling at him to continue out of the open door with a gesture of his baton. The man with black hair aimed a poisonous glare at the rough guard while he shuffled out, stifling his insults and words for the man in charge of this 'escort' when he got there, his eyes seeing the dim electric lights in the hallway waiting for the hands to grab his shoulders and turn him to the right another shove being the sign to move his feet.

"…"

The man watched as his guard steered open the door by the wheel and stepped outside onto a walkway, the inclination of his head being the only indication to follow quickly as the man filed behind his glance telling the guard he won't even think of running away allowing the man to gain some satisfaction that his job was not getting harder. The blast of the ocean breeze came full force just as he exited the door hearing it close behind him while the guard turned it into a lock, the man needing no shoving to walk ahead diluted eyes watching the deep blue body that was surrounding the large steel ship serving as his prison for the last month or two, not that he would even dare to miss sleeping through the storms or getting verbally taunted by a slightly immoral guard or two trying to pick fights.

"So this is it, then. In a few minutes we'll be reaching to a certain distance near the docks where we'll drop you off…after that, it's welcome to the Sibyl prison city for you." The guard's words were foul, almost causing the man to clench his teeth in anger but he suppressed the lump in his throat a rawness eating away at him stopping for a while before he continued, the guard continuing to speak. "Did you know that Sibyl is slowly developing into a fortress bent on keeping the populace away from the rest of the world? If only they had followed the Templar ideal, they too would have given us talents."

"The speeches that other narrow-minded Templars recite to themselves to acknowledge that Sibyl isn't a mistake, helping them sleep well and tucked in with their families at night, ignoring the goal of true undiluted control." The man opened his mouth in a dry emotionless snort countering the statement with clarity before the guard shrugged his shoulders, his expression unseen save for the tone of conviction in his words as the man approached the bridge which laid ahead stepping up a flight of metal stairs his bare feet slapping against the cold freezing metal giving him pause.

"You should have known better than to argue against the wishes of the Order, that is why you were thrown in here in the first place." Saying nothing for his defense, the man trudged onward the guard trailing behind him watching his bound hands in handcuffs as they arrived at a door on the left of the walkway, the guard steering open the door and ushered the man inside the open windows letting the wind cool the bridge. The prisoner let his eyes roam, seeing various men in the same uniformed dress standing at various places watching over each section of the ship while a few men dressed in formal attire at the helm with the captain turned their eyes to him, their faces drawing a look of recognition from the prisoner doing an uplifted brow.

"The last remaining member of Hunting, before our eyes gentlemen…the final centerpiece, the endgame, the finale," a voice low and prideful stepped between the group of six wearing a striped suit without a tie, the outer jacket unbuttoned to reveal a white shirt buttoned save for the collar, blackened eyes staring at the prisoner's bowed head whether out of realization or anger towards them was unknown. The presumed leader of the six excluding the captain watched the man intently, nodding to the guard to leave the bridge which the man complied with closing the door behind him before the leader lifted his feet and brought the sole of his shoe down slowly onto the prisoner's clenched left fist, the man speaking casually as if unaware of the prisoner's pain at the pressure. "Master Templar, do you know what such a rank consist of? The responsibilities, duties and the amount of conviction and belief of the individuals above your station that you need to get there? Do you remember that?"

Silence only echoed as the prisoner hissed out feeling the man's foot press a little harder each second, the man's refusal to reply to the questions earned a scoff from one of the six before the leader in the striped suit removed his shoe letting the man rest his hand while going to the other one, performing the same action on the prisoner's free uninjured hand. "Did you recall how you were sworn to be part of the Order's goals for control over society, no matter the means to the end? Did you forget that the Sibyl system was explicitly ordered by the Grandmasters not to be touched by any of us, nor was it explicitly stated that Hunting could continue to exist monitoring and attempting to break the experimental society. All of that broken under the orders of your superior Mockingbird." The man finished listing before the foot released its pressure on the prisoner, his hands jammed in his pockets while the rest stayed silent though their expressions were severe with almost smoldering glances burning into the kneeling man's back.

"I was aware that the Order's goals were to control them by position, not taking away every free will of every human being. We are supposed to be respectable enforcers, leaders of a progressive order that can direct society on the right path than simply grasp at power like straws."

"…if that was the case, you were definitely wrong and know little of how the Order truly works. The Order follows the means being a justification if the end is suited to the goals of order, control and finally direction. Within these tenants the Order has strove for all these centuries we have changed human society and influenced them to the point of near control, thanks to the work no matter how sullied or destructive they are in nature the world thanks our direction. Sometimes morality and religious institutions need to take a backseat in the path to progressive power and eventual control, something Mockingbird and Hunting seemed to not understand." The man in the striped suit lectured, his hand on the prisoner's shoulder having a softened look of pity before his expression reverted to the stern uncompromising stare shaking his head in disappointment a hand leaving his pocket to grasp the air. "What you failed to take note was that Sibyl was an experiment that may have gone wrong, but is able to control the government and society's direction…a fulfillment of all three goals. We were blind to dismiss it as a mistake, instead we should have seen this as an opportunity to take notes from it and incorporate it into society in future research hence why we have continuously told your superior to disregard Hunting."

"But that is over now, for you are the only member left…and where better to provide an example to the rest of the Order, than to place them in the 'prison of the world'?" The leader smiled as the captain gained the attention of the others, his cap hiding the eyes under the shadow of the light in the ship's bridge clearing his throat. "Sir, we've arrived at the destination but we have a few minutes to drop the cargo and leave."

"Good, dump him with the rest of the cargo in this hellhole. May your new life be short and death come swiftly." The man in the striped suit said in farewell as the prisoner noticed a fist smashing his head knocking him out cold onto the floor, the unconscious body offering no resistance to the two men who had entered the room grabbing him under his arms and dragged him out of the bridge towards his new destination which laid a few meters from the vessel. As they escorted him away, one of the five standing beside the leader spoke to him as he watched the man was removed from their presence a worried look on his face while wringing his left wrist a stern glare in the direction where the prisoner had disappeared to. "Was that so wise an option? Why of all places do we need to place him here, we could just leave him for dead anywhere."

"That's where you are wrong, Thomas. The place is rather perfect for it will show how people will be judged in the new regime for being traitors of the ideal world...how men and women will come into defense of it when it is threatened, like little soldiers steered in directions we can control. The perfect world, though imperfect in its makeup at best." The leader turned to the captain who had hailed to a Japanese cargo vessel arriving to pick up supplies, the leader smiling while watching the distant shores. "Japan has its uses for now, and besides this social experiment will be interesting to develop."

2 hours later, unknown

The first thing that came to his mind as he awoke to the sound of crashing waves was that perhaps he was dead, the man blinking slowly while his body and mind began to communicate with each other again gaining consciousness the smell of the ocean fresh and unspoiled reaching the inside of his nostrils giving him a refreshing start to his bad day, the man crawling to his knees raising his head to see nothing but a world of darkness around him placing a hand to his pounding temple feeling his jaw loosen and a small snap of bone indicating a slightly disjointed bone being reset. Letting his eyes close again the man breathed deeply of the sea air as he felt the pulsing ache in his eyes die out, the man opening them to see the environment becoming a lot clearer than a few seconds ago, yet the darkness remained causing him to wonder where he was.

"…" Looking around the void which he had identified himself in, the man with dark hair looked at his hands which had been unshackled by the handcuffs that were restraining him earlier on the ship his skin wasn't burning up like it was before when the man had stepped on his hands, the man spitting out a wad of saliva hearing the sound of liquid splatting on something hard as he stood on his two feet momentarily staggering and swaying as he felt lightheaded. Holding his hands out, the man only had one thought before he could deal with the severity of his situation which was to get out of this place without being seen by anyone else, the dark haired man's brown and green eyes searching out a path for himself while he moved towards wherever that wasn't here the man didn't travel long before his outstretched palms hit the cool surface of metal the familiar ring flagging in his mind before he realized where he was.

"This is bad." He murmured, the man scratching his head as he turned around his eyes catching sight of something glowing in the midst of the dark, the dim light coming off as suspicious to him. Curious, the man reached out stumbling over a few boxes of cargo falling to his knees before he placed his palm near the glow stick feeling up the outline of what seemed to be a suitcase. The prisoner didn't hesitate and grabbed the case, his fumbling fingers loosening the locks his curiosity heightening when he brushed against the handle of what he assumed was a flashlight, the thought of it giving him some hope as he searched for the slider.

"There." The man cried in triumph when a ray of light suddenly shone in the middle of the darkness, the presence of light giving him a comforting aura before he looked at the metal doors barred on the inside, the man confirming his suspicions that he was being sent away inside of a container no doubt the men didn't even realize he was in it. Gritting his teeth, the man was about to feel a rise in panic when he looked to the suitcase with the flashlight a glint of black catching his attention to what was inside of the small container, the items were already registering in his mind as gained through illegal channels and gave him more questions. Inside of the case was a large rectangular pistol with a few rounds of what he could see were pistol ammunition the man counting up to 20 or so though he gave a look of wonder at seeing a strange horizontal hue of blue at the top of the pistol which held a barrel he safely assumed was the pistol chamber below the electronic attachment, the telling features of a scanner flagged the weapon as a biometric signature tuned weapon though the weapon did have extra features unknown to his knowledge such as two grips one he recognized as the normal grip while another was at the back of the tall horizontal barrel giving uncertainty of what its' purpose served, the man taking the weapon in interest studying the new weapon placing his hand on the grip and aiming down the sights before a small click of the scanner caught his attention while a robotic female voice spoke in reaction to his touch.

"Scan of fingerprints complete, user identified and auto lock system engaged. Helios system activated."

"Good, a weapon…but who sent it?" As if to answer his question, the man looked down to see a small piece of paper being left inside the suitcase underneath the space where the pistol was picked up from catching his attention as he took the paper to his face reading the lines intently through the dim yellow light source he had.

Master Templar Clemente,

By the time you read this letter, I would have dropped off the package that would give you an edge in the land and you have already picked up the biometric pistol that was given for you and also a small melee weapon to keep yourself safe. If you look under the pistol there would be a metal retractable baton with a spear point used to kill, I hope you do not have to use it especially here.

Welcome to Japan, or what once was Japan now the main hub of the isolationist and totalitarian state known as the Sibyl Society. Since the launch of the system the Brotherhood had suffered significant blows to membership with few branches having suitable manpower, and the Templar regime has mostly been wiped clean by the Sybil system due to its calculative nature of criminal profiling. As you were briefed before on it before Hunting's demise as a group dedicated to once watching over the Japanese shores as it began to cut itself from the world, I will spare you the detail and simply give you a message.

Hunting may have been destroyed, but Mockingbird was not the only man who wanted to see the regime overthrown before it fully culminated into the totalitarian state it has become. We are his allies in the shadows and those who oppose such means of control, the men who would desire to see this through to the end and carry out what Mockingbird wanted you to do: destroy Sybil and shut it down to end the experiment. Along with your weapons are maps of the city and various markers as well as a donation from some of the wealthier allies in light of your incarceration.

Your training is invaluable as was any initiate known, I wish you luck in this endeavor of yours and may you be safe. A contact is waiting for you on the outside to take you to the next step, do hurry as anyone who has illegally entered Japan is a declared criminal not against the law but society…which means that as soon as you land on the docks and begin to move outside Sybil has most likely detected you as a 'intruder' through its extensive surveillance network if discovered. Trust me when I say this, you do not want to find out what that means to those who are caught by the authorities or the Sybil system itself…those who do experience worse things than simply execution.

"A contact, outside…waiting for me," the named Clemente murmured dazed as he read the lines again shaking his head at the words swimming in his brain, the man stuffing the weapon in the suitcase before he stopped moving the pistol aside to reveal the handle of the mentioned baton, Clemente wasting no time to stuff the baton along with a waist holster which came with the weapon the man making sure not to cut himself on the sharpened spear point as he attached the waist holster to his body. Making sure it is secure, Clemente took a few steps forward towards the door looking up at the tightly sealed entrance with the large barreled pistol in hand while holding the flashlight out to shine on the entrance once again the Master Templar kicking a feet in the metal. "Dammit, I'll have to wait for the thing to open from the outside."

*creak*

No doubt that is the crew, I have to hide...now! Spurring into action Clemente turned off the flashlight stuffing the item in his holster while he took cover near some boxes in the trappings of plastic covers tightly bound to the cargo, the Templar hearing the doors open and a bright light from the outside filling the dark space Clemente eyeing the suitcase which had been left opened the Master Templar placing it as the second priority to take when he got out of here, provided he remained unseen. Hearing the banter of two men gruffly taking some cargo, Clemente poked his eye out to see the boots of a man approaching the man waiting for him to arrive near his position, his ears picking up the man's mutterings as he began his work of taking stock.

"Damn Shiro, leaving me here to do all the work...that lazy bastard, go find your own lapdog instead of me." The man muttered while Clemente approached him raising the overweight pistol in the air feeling his arm become a little heavier in his grip, the stock taker still unaware of his presence while he continued to talk. "If that guy wasn't so friendly and sucking ass from the manager he would have been placed in one of the slums forgotten, stupid...urk!" The man cried out as the weight of the pistol smashed the back of his head, Clemente following it up with a hand guiding the man's head to the plastic wraps where the boxes were kept hearing a rustle of clothing and a groan from the victim as he slumped onto the ground unconscious from the additional blow. Clemente wasted no time in grabbing the suitcase, keeping a hand on his pistol as he walked outside squinting his eyes from the bright shining sun that nearly blinded his vision before the man turned to the right heading for the mass of containers unaware that he had walked right past a camera which was eyeing the cargo area, the camera looking intently at him running a recognition scan while he reached the maze slipping through a few containers.

No problems, this looks too easy-

"Intruder detected in the shipping docks, repeat...intruder found in the shipping docks. Alerting Public Security forces to the area." A loud robotic voice announced as sirens began to blare all around him, Clemente pausing for only a moment before he had one thought cross his mind.

I was saying?

Throwing away stealth, the man immediately ran full speed hearing the sound of mechanical limbs moving in the distance towards him, Clemente stealthily ducking and weaving even squeezing through some of the narrow spaces in between his eyes darting around the environment to use to his advantage before he found himself near the wall which was the border of the shipping area, the man almost ready to leave before the corner of his right eye caught sight of a camera, the man thumping his back against the container he had holed himself up against glancing at the camera with a bit of irritance in his mind cursing the security of the docks.

"I have to take out that camera…" He spoke as he grabbed the pistol which carried a loaded clip, the man looking at the strange slightly overweighted barrel which was rather large and long for a small handheld weapon moving with the suitcase to the next container noting the space left between the container stack and the wall. "Damn it, it's too far if I run or openly shoot the camera I'll be attracting attention." Just as he spoke, the pistol he held in his hand began to whir alerting Clemente to the weapon which began to unfold before his eyes the pistol chamber sliding downwards before a blue hue could be seen and the robotic female tone spoke.

"Camera located nearby user, EMP/Ripper/Cutter mode activated. Please prompt between modes for efficient handling of situations."

"…Huh, well go figure about luck." Clemente spoke as he poked his eye out again to spy on the camera one more time committing its position to memory before he held up the gun and fired a small electrical bolt, the man bolting as soon as the camera began to fizzle and sputter from the sabotage. Seeing a small crate nearby, the man jumped on it for support as he leapt atop of the wall throwing the briefcase over the top first to give him some weight forward, Clemente using his right leg to hook onto the other side while his body rolled over the surface and landed somewhat gracefully onto the pavement his legs shuddering on impact while the suitcase thumped onto the concrete nearly throwing him off balance.

"Hey! Get over here in the car, now." A male voice called over to Clemente as he recalled the letter's words, the man jumping into the car without further hesitation as the slam of doors and the engine roaring were the only sounds being heard before the car slowly sped quietly away into the distance leaving the docks behind to join up with the main road ahead. Once the car had entered the small traffic did Clemente let out a sigh of relief seeing that the siren noises were out of his head, glad for the moment that he had avoided capture by the Sybil system in general…the letter did make this society seem a bit too much to handle.

"So you're Master Templar Clemente." A voice to his side told him he wasn't alone, Clemente inclining his head towards his contact his voice filled with a measure of thanks as he breathed out again just noticing a man in a hoodie with brown hair and slightly dark skin, unable to see his face due to the man concentrating on the road ahead. "Thank you for the assistance, you must be the contact I was waiting for at the docks. But how did you manage to remain in contact with the outside world?"

"You'll be surprised how we even managed to track you so easily…it is our job after all, and you will be even more surprised how birds are really fast messengers." Clemente read a smirk in his tone as well as his raised lips before a realization struck him, the former prisoner narrowing his eyes a little at the driver before he felt his suspiciousness rise. "Are you…?" The question remained unanswered but the man simply smirked wider at the man's slight worry for his life, his right hand slipping down to touch the seat of the car noting the man's hesitation before he answered sternly glancing at the side mirror for a while.

"Does it matter which side I'm on in the war? In case you weren't aware, there is a society experiment that is threatening the talents and potentials for both sides…and while I would love to regale you with your paranoia, there are other things to do that require more than connections in high places now." The man gave a dry laugh as Clemente felt a little miffed but settled into the seat, his hand running over his brown eye while his green eye roamed the street muttering under his breath.

"I see, so that is the case. Either way, I am grateful but at least you could introduce yourself to me." Clemente replied with a relaxed tone, the man smiling as he drew back the sleeve on his right hand revealing a small leather wrapped bracer with a blade tucked beneath the wrist of his bare arm while a small black insignia in the shape of an A with the middle line removed and a wide V below it, the symbol creating some flags in Clemente's head before the dark skinned man pulled his sleeve over the weapon introducing himself.

"For starters, you can call me Rai...Master Assassin. You could know me as the man who nearly ended Sybil himself."

Elsewhere in Japan

"The drones found nothing of the sort. Aside from a malfunctioning camera we caught no signs of the would-be intruder, perhaps the most likely scenario is that the man has managed to elude the drones and escape to wherever it is. However this person was unrecognizable and cannot be identified, this man had most of his face obscured by the suitcase he carried." The picture of an elderly woman with glasses and short hair parting out in low spikes spoke with suggestions to the shadow pushing her glasses upwards while waiting for further orders before the figure facing the screen spoke in a distorted voice barely concealing a bored tone though an edge was found.

"Check again and more clearly this time, tell me when you have found traces of a person who managed to intrude our shores." Finishing, the figure placed a firm finger on the button ending the conversation as the screen with the woman's face shrank into the chair, the fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest before it stopped, a pause in its action as if in thought. Resting again at the armrest's cushion, the figure shuffled as the dark room soon lit in a golden glow a hand stretching out in front of the shadow looking upon the item in its hand contemplatively before the shadow gripped his fist feeling the cold touch of metal.

"Japan will never fall, the Eye shall make them kneel."

End

Author's notes: As I said with my works becoming massive I have to take a break to think over what to write next. This is just a one chapter thing for now, but maybe it might gain enough attention and for good reason.

Assassin's Creed is a game where you have Templars aiming for control, and the Sibyl system is like the one controlled society which runs parallel with their ideologies of a perfect world where direction, order and decision is controlled and regulated. So that gave me an idea, and it produced this.

This will be hanging around in the crossover section and with this my break from writing begins…sort of.

Have a good night/day everybody,

VI