Hello yet again FanFiction! I am back with the TENTH CHAPTER of I Found Assassins in My Closet, but I'm sure you already knew that considering you have received the update email. I am very happy to be working on this chapter and to get away from people. Seriously, people make me mad, but I'm not going to go into that. I hope you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it! :D Also, the idea for this next chapter was given to me by ShoutFinder who, by the way, writes some pretty awesome Skyrim fics so check them out. :3

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My eyes pop open, glaring at my flashing alarm clock beside my bed; ugh, I forgot I had to work today. I rub my eyes before slamming my fist down on the off button on my clock. It feels like Monday and it is only Sunday, and I can already tell this is going to be a long day when I climb out of bed and trip over my tennis shoes and land on my face in front of my closet.

"Ronny?" Altair's voice draws me out of my daze and I look up from my carpet.

"Yes?" I say my voice sounds hoarse from just waking up.

"Why are you on the floor?" Altair crosses his arms over his chest. He's wearing his Assassins robes again so it's hard to see his expression under his hood, but I'm pretty sure I can guess what it is.

"Uhh," I pick at the fuzz of my carpet. "I thought I saw a spider…?"

I see the faint shadow of him arching his eyebrow. "So you tried to tackle it?"

"Yeesss…?" I shake my head, pushing myself up into a sitting position.

I hear him shake his head. "Well, what are you doing up so early anyway?"

I sigh. "I have work today."

"Work," Altair says slowly. "You mean at that game place you mentioned the other day?"

"That's the one." I say after standing up.

"What about us?" Oh, well dang, I haven't thought of that.

"Err," I pause. "You guys could come with me."

Altair rubs his chin in consideration. "Would we have to dress normally?"

I shake my head. "Nope, Comic-Con is this week so there will be plenty of people coming in the store with cosplay so you'll blend in quite nicely."

"What's Comic-Con?"

"It's when dedicated nerds and gamers come together for one weekend and celebrate their favorite games, comic books, etcetera." I say, grabbing my black GameStop shirt from the closet. "It's actually really cool. It's being held at the San Diego convention center this year so it is only a few minutes from the GameStop where I work."

Altair nods. "Alright, I guess we shall join you."

I smile, "Awesome-sauce."

Altair snorts before turning to the door, but before he walks out he gives me a sideways glance. "Oh, and by the way, Ezio broke your Ybox or whatever it is." And with that, he leaves.

I sigh. "Of course he did." I don't really care because I'm not exactly surprised. I figured one of them would break it eventually, just didn't know who or when.

After putting on my khaki shorts and my black GameStop polo, I quickly slip on a pair of black socks then black and red Nikes. I've always liked the uniform for some reason, it's comfortable.

After curling my hair to the point the curls seem permanent, I jog down to the basement to gather my little battalion of handsome idiots. They sure have grown on me since they first arrived about two weeks ago. I am so surprised they handled being thrown into a whole other century so well. One would usually expect culture shock from something like that, but I guess they were mature enough to realize that freaking out about it most likely wouldn't solve anything.

As I climb down the stairs to the basement I hear Ezio singing an Italian tune to himself. He doesn't have that great a singing voice, but he at least can stay somewhat in key. I'm rather impressed.

When I reach the bottom I see Altair lounging on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, beside Ezio who is preoccupied with picking at strings on his red polo. Connor, on the other hand, is fast asleep on his air mattress in the floor, snoring like a pig with the flu. "Hey Altair," I say softly.

He makes a small 'hm' noise and I continue. "Wake Connor up please."

The Arabian sighs before getting up and walking over to the switch on the air mattress and turning it on, but not in the direction to deflate it. "Uhhh," I stammer. "Altair, you may not want to do that."

He holds his hands up before calmly stating. "I know what I'm doing."

I cringe internally as the mattress gets bigger and bigger. This is not going to end we- BAM!

I jump back as the mattress pops, waking Connor up and sending him rolling on the floor. I see Ezio start rubbing his ears, mumbling obscenities in Italian. I look up to see Altair leaning casually against the wall, his shoulders moving up and down in silent laughter as he watches Connor stumble around holding the sides of his head.

"What was that for?" Connor growls after regaining his balance.

"Ronny told me to wake you." Altair states matter-of-factly. "I figured why not make it a little entertaining."

"That was not entertaining." Ezio growls from the couch, still rubbing his ears.

"Entertaining for me," Altair smirks.

"You're such a child." Connor hisses.

Altair snorts. "That's rather amusing coming from the youngest of all of us."

Connor opens his mouth to speak but I smack my hand against his mouth. "Okay, that's enough," I remove my hand from the Assassin's mouth before continuing. "Everybody get in your robes."

Ezio and Connor both give me the same confused look. I sigh, "I know I just bought you all modern clothes so that you will blend in more but I'm bringing you guys to work with me today and Comic-Con is right next door so you will blend in more if you dress in your robes."

Connor raises his hand and I can't help but roll my eyes, "Yes, Connor?"

"Do we have to leave our weapons?" His expression is completely dead, that is odd for someone who just asked to carry lethal weapons around.

I sigh, "Yes, you can bring your weapons."

Connor gives a satisfied smile and Ezio does a little fist pump. Wonder where he picked that up? Probably the mall, I have no idea. "Well," I say, turning to the stairs. "If everyone is satisfied with what they just heard I will meet you in the garage."

It takes us an hour to get to GameStop. Mainly because we had to pull over several times because of Connor feeling queasy, although, I was smart enough to drive my mom's Cadillac Escalade so that he wouldn't have to climb over the front seat every time he had to get out. He didn't throw up so maybe he is slowly becoming adjusted to being in a car. Maybe, I hope so.

When we pull up to the large GameStop I spot Rahl's black Mustang. "Looks like Rahl is working today as well."

"What a stroke of luck." Ezio says from the backseat beside Connor. Once again Ezio and Altair got into a fight over who would ride shotgun and, once again, Ezio got his butt whooped by the Master.

"What is that large building over there?" Altair points to a giant silver roof peaking over the tree line a few blocks away from where we are.

"Oh that's the San Diego Convention Center." I turn off the engine and open the door. "It's where Comic-Con is being held."

"Interesting," Altair says slowly. "Do you think we could go?"

"Possibly," I say as we get out of the SUV. "I remember hearing that there were a few tickets left so maybe we could go." I lock the doors once everyone is out then head for the entrance to what I call "Heaven".

When we go inside we are immediately greeted by Rahl who looks more tired than me. "Hey guys!"

"Hey Rahl," I say, joining him behind the register, "Wanted to get an early start today?"

Rahl nods, adjusting the collar of his polo. "The boss man wanted someone in early this morning just in case some people waiting to get into Comic-Con wanted to stop by here."

"How long have you been here?" I ask, sliding my ID card into the register.

"Since five," he yawns.

"Well you've been here a while haven't you?" Connor states, while watching me push numbers on the register.

Rahl nods then looks at the three Assassins. "Hey, why aren't they wearing normal clothes?"

"It's Comic-Con silly," I say. "If anyone sees them they will assume they are cosplaying for it."

"Oh," Rahl smiles. "Not a bad idea."

"Mmhmm," I push my pass code into the register and it pops open for me to count the money. "If you want Rahl I can cover for you while you go rest for a bit."

"You sure?" He asks his tone hopeful.

"Yep," I say, gently nudging him. "Go rest you goofball."

"Fine," he pushes my shoulder playfully before retiring to the back lounge.

I smile and turn to see that the Assassins are all admiring their own games. Connor looking at Assassins Creed III, Ezio looking at Assassins Creed Revelations, and Altair looking at Assassins Creed, it's amusing how much they enjoy looking at themselves.

"Are you having fun?" I ask them, they all nod as they continue to inspect the cover artwork.

"Why do I look so old in this game?" Ezio asks, obviously confused.

"Because that's the game you die in," well, that was rather, forward.

"I die in this game?!" Ezio gasps.

"Well, yeah," I search for the right words. "But you have two other games before that."

"Where are they? I don't like the idea of playing the game where I see my own death." Ezio hastily puts the box back on the shelf.

I look around to make sure there are no approaching customers before joining the frantic Italian's side. "Calm down," I reach for Assassin's Creed Brotherhood because that is the first one I see. "Here, this one you are middle-aged, still young."

"But I still look older," Right, I forgot that this is the young Ezio from Assassins Creed II.

"Well if you want to see how you look now I think I have an Assassins Creed II box somewhere that still has the artwork." I crouch down to the long row of old used games and start searching through the A's before I find Assassins Creed II. "Here you go," I hand him the box and he smiles, "Better?"

"Much," he says with a smile. "I look good don't I?" He holds the box to his face and smiles a goofy smile.

I laugh. "You look excellent."

"What about me?" I hear Altair ask behind me and I turn to see him hold up his box to his face, his expression as dead as it is on the box.

Connor snorts, "Simply, beautiful."

"I believe that's the most emotion I've seen on that flat face of yours, Altair." Ezio sneers, inspecting both the Altair's expressions.

Altair sends the Italian a cold glare before setting the game back on the shelf. "So this is where you purchase video games?"

I nod. "This is the best place to get games, but there are other places."

"Like," Altair gestures for me to go on.

"Uhh, WalMart, GameXchange, places like that." I say, returning to my position behind the register.

"What's a WalMart?" Ezio asks, leaning against the counter with his game in hand.

"It's just a big store where you can buy anything from food to car parts." I say, I've never had to answer such a thing before. It's rather strange.

Ezio opens his mouth to speak but I silence him when I hear the door open. "Welcome to GameStop." I say in my normal cheery way.

A man and a young woman stand in the doorway, both dressed like Connor. I must say, they sure put a lot of effort into those outfits, they're pretty authentic. The only problem is they look like they're made of some sort of stiff fabric while the actual Connor's outfit appears to be made of some sort of soft silk.

The young man approaches the counter, he sure looks handsome, but then again I can only see half of his face. "Yes, I'd like to pre-order Assassins Creed Black Flag." An English accent, how ironic.

I smile. "Would you like to pay it in full or just make the down payment of five-dollars?"

"Full payment please," he gives me a kind smile and, his girlfriend I assume, nudges him before gesturing to Connor who is crouched in the corner looking at PlayStation3 games.

"Who is that?" The girl asks her mouth wide.

Connor obviously realizes he is being observed because he quickly pushes himself upright and turns to the couple. "My name is Ratohnhaké:ton Kenway, but people mostly call me Connor."

That's the first time I've heard him say his name, other than in the game, but that's not the same. I look over at the couple and they are gaping at the Assassin. Oh no, this can't be good.

"You," the man stutters. "You're Connor Kenway."

"Yes, that's what I just said." Connor says a little annoyed.

"That's not possible," the girl states with a disbelieving wave of her finger.

"What do you mean?" Connor sounds really annoyed now. "I'm standing right here."

"But you can't be the real Connor Kenway," the woman says, stepping forward. "You obviously just seem very dedicated to this part."

"Part," Connor pauses before I see realization flood his face. "Uhh, yes, I see. You have seen through my apparent ruse. I was hoping I'd be a little more convincing than that but, oh well, I tried." He laughs awkwardly, looking at Ezio and Altair who appear as shocked as me at how good an actor Connor is.

The man laughs. "Your friends are very convincing as well," he walks over to Altair. "Your makeup is incredible. The scar looks so real."

"Makeup," Altair says flatly. "A real Assassin does not need to cover up their face. It hides who they truly are."

"But doesn't the hood do that?" The woman asks.

Altair appears taken aback. "The hood is merely used to remain anonymous."

"So wouldn't you want makeup to help with that?" The man asks, a smirk growing across his features. This guy is pretty smart. He's outwitting Altair.

Before Altair can say anymore Ezio interrupts. "Would you please stop asking this man such difficult questions," Ezio pats the side of Altair's face, and the Master's deadly expression says the cocky Italian is going to pay for that one. "His mind is much slower than his fists, which aren't that fast to begin with due to his age."

"Wow, your accents are all so real." The man says, noticing the slew of Arabian curses flooding from Altair's mouth.

"That's because they are real idiota," Ezio says dryly, shoving Altair to the side.

"Hey guys," I hear Rahl call from the back of the store and I turn to see him holding what appear to be five tickets to, no way, how did he-

"We are all going to ComicCon!"

And there is my chapter! :D I appreciate all of you loyal readers of this story and your lovely reviews bring joy to my day! Although, feel free to criticize any mistakes I might have. I wish to better my work and I know that you all can help me with just that. I'm considering rewriting a couple chapters but I'm not sure, but if you think I could improve on some things feel free to say so just don't be a total flame please, that's not exactly, eh, helpful. :3 I love you all! BYEEEEEEE!