"What the hell is that?" Screamed Ezio, jumping onto Altair's back as the beeping noise rang again and again and again. Cursing, Altair wind milled to keep his balance, one arm knocking a clear vase he had been examining to the floor. It shattered into shards of glass.

"Idiot!" Spat Altair, shoving Ezio off him and kneeling to examine the shards of glass. "Look what you've made me do?"

"But what was that noise?" Exclaimed the Italian, looking about frantically as the noise continued.

"Probably nothing now shut up!"

"I'll find, I swear I will!" Ezio said, unsheathing his hidden blades.

"No, you won't!" Snapped the Arabian, getting up and hitting Ezio over the head. "Now, I will ask you one more time to shut up, and help me find out where we are. If you don't, I will find the beeping noise, and tie it to your head!" Then he whirled around and marched out of the strange room with its fabric like floor, and into the wide white one.

He staggered back a moment, blinking to get used to the unnatural light. Slowly, he crept around the room, looking along the strange white counters and sniffing. What was that smell? It smelled sort of like, coffee... yet it was different. There was a click, and a whirring noise.

"Ha!" Shouted Altair, spinning about and slamming his wrist blade into a strange tall metal pillar.

"I'll pretend like I didn't see that." Came the smirking Italian's voice from behind him. Teeth gritted together, Altair withdrew his knife, and turned, pointing his dagger tip at Ezio, and preparing to leap at him. But he stopped.

"Ezio…" he said quietly. "Turn around." The smile slipped off the Italian's face.

"Borgia?" he whispered.

"No." Altair said, shaking his head slightly, but still keeping his eyes fixed on something behind Ezio. "Not even close." His curiosity aroused, Ezio turned, and blinked. Walking, or rather stumbling, about the room, was a woman. She was wearing rather baggy pants, and a loose shirt. Her hair was mused and her hand was tangled in it, scratching her head. Yawning, the women, who were a brunette, shoved pass the tall Italian Assassin, and then bumped into Altair.

"Scuse me." She mumbled her eyes half closed.

"You're excused?" Said Altair, shrugging and stepping aside. The women that walked over to the counter that stood next to the metal machine that Altair had stabbed, in 'self defense'. Once there, she opened a cabinet, pulled out a mug, and then lifted the lid on another container. Altair sniffed again. Yeup, defiantly coffee.

The women, yawning again, poured the black liquid into the mug, turned about, and lifted the mug to her lips, sipping. Then she looked up, and her eyes snapped open. Altair winced as she dropped the mug.