I really am sorry for the lateness, but life's been really difficult, hope you understand.

January 12, 1791

Paris

Élise looked at the corpse of her lieutenant, the Chevalier de Barrois, murdered by the Assassins, at least according to the witness.

De Barrois was one of their most important and essential members, since he was a wealthy French military leader and whenever they needed more men or soldiers, de Barrois could easily recruit soldiers into the Order or use them to say the least. He was also a cunning swordsman, a passionate Templar and a tactical and patient leader. He was responsible for training their best warriors and giving them the best swords and firearms.

And now he was dead.

The witness only told them that he had seen the dead body of Chevalier's brother in the stairs and that a hooded man with a blue coat had been the one to commit the murder. Little straps of green and blue fabric were also found throughout de Barrois' room, indicating that two Assassins had been responsible for the murder.

Albéric Lamonte, the Templars' surgeon and doctor, was on the ground examining de Barrois' corpse. After finishing, Lamonte got up and walked to Élise, nodding. "Monsieur de Barrois was indeed killed by an Assassin's wrist blade on his throat, but he was also shot in the shoulder." Lamonte explained.

"I see." Élise replied, crossing her arms. "What about his brother?"

"Also killed by a hidden blade, though he wasn't shot at all." Lamonte said.

"Did the witness knew where the killer escaped?" Élise asked.

"No, he said he hid behind a table when he saw Chevalier's brother get stabbed in the stairs, he then heard a gunshot and when he opened the door to the room, all that he found was de Barrois' corpse." Lamonte explained.

"The killer for sure was an Assassin." Élise concluded.

"Likely, though I'm not entirely sure if it was a wrist blade that killed the two men." Lamonte replied.

"More solid evidence then..." Élise said.

"Indeed."

"Remove the bullet from de Barrois' shoulder." Élise ordered.

"Are... are you sure you want to see that, Mademoiselle?" Lamonte asked hesitantly.

"I'm not like those usual stupid noblewomen, Lamonte." Élise replied, with some annoyance in her tone.

"Alright then." Lamonte replied, walking over to de Barrois' corpse. "Remove the bullet." He ordered to his assistant.

"As you wish, Monsieur Lamonte." The man replied as he kneeled before the Chevalier's corpse, before pulling out a dagger and viciously making cuts on the dead man's shoulder, making blood erupt from the wound. He's dead anyway, he won't feel the pain. Élise thought, even though she didn't like to make such disrespect for a resting man's body, but sometimes it was necessary.

"Shiny." Lamonte's assistant simply said as he removed the bullet from de Barrois' shoulder, a bronze bullet covered by blood. "It's made of bronze."

"Give it here." Lamonte ordered, receiving the bloodied little object from the man. He cleaned the blood from the bullet with his gloves, and examined it. "Look." Lamonte said as he handed the bullet to Élise, pointing at the edge.

An Assassin symbol was engraved on it.

"Yes, an Assassin killed him." Élise said, looking at the little familiar symbol on the bullet.

"Uh, I found something, Monsieur Lamonte." Lamonte's assistant shyly said.

"What was it, Antoine?" Lamonte impatiently asked, turning around to face Antoine, his assistant.

"A broken pistol." Antoine replied, lowering himself to the ground to pick up a scarred and shattered pistol from the ground. "Here." He said as he gave it to his master.

"Merci, Antoine." Lamonte replied as he took the pistol from Antoine's hand, examining it. His eyes grew wide when he saw another Assassin symbol on the pistol's trigger.

"Let me see it." Élise ordered, and Lamonte promptly gave it to the red-head. She picked the pistol with one hand, and upon examining the trigger, she too saw the tiny symbol. "Damn Assassins..."

"Wait a moment, Mademoiselle." Lamonte said as he grabbed the pistol from Élise's grip and checked how many bullets were loaded, surprising himself when he noticed that all three bullets of the triple barreled pistol were there. "This pistol didn't shoot one bullet at all."

"Which means that another one did." Élise said, bringing her hand to her chin, resting her arm on the other hand.

"De Barrois' pistol fired one, which was probably what broke this pistol."

"And de Barrois' pistol was broken by a dart, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then two Assassins did the work." Élise concluded. "That's why there's some green fabric near the window and blue fabric on the doors and on the stairs!"

"Exactly, Mademoiselle." Lamonte said, impressed.

"Alright, we know now for sure that the Assassins killed the Chevalier. Though I have no idea how they discovered his affiliation to the Order." Élise said, curious.

"They have many snitches and informants in every nook and cranny of the town." Lamonte said.

"Yes, and le Hôtel de Sully is a rather easy place to have informants planted on. But..."

"It matters not, Mademoiselle, but now we need another man like de Barrois." Lamonte interrupted.

"Indeed we do. Without him, our manpower will be damaged." Élise agreed.

"I think I know just the man." Lamonte said, grinning slightly.

"Who?" Élise asked curiously, wondering who a man like Lamonte knew a capable man like the Chevalier de Barrois.

"His name is Arno Dorian." Lamonte replied.

"What, what..." Élise tried to ask, stumbling on the words as they clumsily left her mouth. "You're joking, right?"

"Why would I be? Arno's a very good warrior, a minor member of the nobility if I'm not mistaken and a capable and good man." Lamonte countered, curious as of why Élise had said that he was joking.

"Did you worked with him?" Élise asked.

"Not exactly, I asked him some favors in return for some information on a corrupt nobleman." Lamonte replied.

"What favors?"

"The death of three blackmailers, which unknown to him, were rivals of me on personal matters."

"Very good..." Élise said, walking around the room and grinning.

"Why? Do you know him?" Lamonte asked curiously.

"I sort of know him, I met him at a torture room." Élise replied, chuckling slightly.

"What?" Lamonte asked as his eyes grew wide.

"Albéric, Arno Dorian is a member of the Assassins." Élise said seriously.

"I had no idea..." Lamonte replied shocked.

"But I'm glad you told me all that." Élise replied.

"Why? I thought you would be angered."

"Because you have one of the most skilled members of the Assassin Brotherhood as your acquaintance, and that would be very helpful."

"Why, you're right Mademoiselle!"

"Why don't you set up a meeting with this Monsieur Arno Dorian?"

"That can be arranged."

"Good, this time he won't escape the interrogation."

Élise left the room, and Lamonte grinned slightly for unknown reasons.

January 14, 1791

Paris

"More letters, more trouble." Arno said with a tired voice, opening his little box of letters and grabbing the first one before sitting on an armchair.

A.

I've got her right on my little finger, the Grand-Master's daughter! I imagine this will be of great help for you and the Brotherhood, because I think we can plan the best trap to get the lass on our interrogation rooms.

I have told her of you, and saw the perfect opportunity. Meet me at the alleyway right next the Maison Blanche tomorrow, she'll come out and we can then capture the bitch! Make sure to bring your three little friends, the lass is pretty good at fighting, I've saw her take down two of our Brothers at the same time. Since you've already met her, you know her hair is the color of flames.

I've already informed and received Mirabeau's blessing, don't forget it!

L.

"Great!" Arno said as he closed the letter and put it back on the box. "Our positions will be switched now, Mademoiselle Élise." Arno said, grinning slightly.

January 15, 1791

Paris

"Albéric." Élise greeted as she approached her ally near the bar. "I trust you have summoned Monsieur Dorian?"

"Yes, Mademoiselle Élise, we'll get the bastard right on our fingers." Lamonte replied with a hidden ironical tone.

"I've come with two guards, I've seen Monsieur Dorian in action when he was hurt, I can only imagine how skilled he is when he is at his best." Élise said.

Yes you can only imagine. Lamonte thought, forcing himself not to chuckle or giggle. "Where are them?" Lamonte asked.

"Right there." Élise said, pointing at two men on the bar, who were pretending to drink. "When our friend arrives, they'll be ready."

"Good, good." Lamonte replied quickly, trying to mask his excitement.

"So, where shall we meet him?" Élise asked, walking around, looking at the drunks around the bar babbling about the nobles' corruption.

"Exactly on that alleyway there." Lamonte replied, pointing his fingers at a dark alleyway by the bar.

"We should go now." Élise suggested, making her way to the alley, with Lamonte quickly and eagerly following her.

"Can you tell me the circumstances of your meeting with Monsieur Dorian?" Lamonte asked, trying to clear up old questions he didn't asked Arno.

"Well, after Grignon's assassination, I was sent to his former brothel," Élise said. "And it seems Dorian followed me since he entered a room next to the one I was."

"So you captured him?"

"I saw him and grabbed a nearby broom and smashed it against the back of his head," Élise replied, the memories of the moment had never left her mind somehow. "I called the thugs and brought him to L'Hôtel Voysin to interrogate him."

"And I imagine that didn't go very well?"

"Nope. I tried to convince him to give in information, I hurt him, but he did no cooperated."

"The Assassins were willing to die and suffer for their cause ever since the Middle Ages. Do you know the story of Al Mualim's Assassins in Masyaf?"

"Which one?" Élise asked. "I know that Al Mualim was once a Templar and betrayed our cause for his own gains, and used Altaïr, his best Assassin, to tie up loose ends and take the Piece of Eden he stole from the Templars for himself."

"But Altaïr discovered his schemes and ended his life before he could proceed further with his conspiracies." Lamonte completed, remembering Assassin history.

"And the bastard became the wisest Assassin ever basically."

"Exactly." Lamonte agreed.

"Well anyway, what story did you talked about?" Élise finally asked after a few seconds.

"Not that one, I mean the Assassins' willingness to die for their cause." Lamonte replied firmly.

"Well, if it's so specific like that, I don't know. Tell me, please?"

"During several Sieges on Masyaf, performed by Saracens, Crusaders and even members of our Order, al Mualim always ordered his subordinates to show that their belief for their cause is stronger than any religion, Deity or cult."

"What did he ordered them to?"

"They willingly leaped off the walls and cliffs of Masyaf to their deaths, taking a leap of faith."

"My god... so that's the fabled leap of faith."

"Yes, they willingly jump for their cause, believing that they'll somehow survive."

"It all makes sense now." Élise said, realization dawning on her mind. "Most of the Assassin masters and high-ranking members were captured and interrogated were unwilling to give up information."

"Yes, it's true." Lamonte replied.

"Well, I already took them seriously, but now even more." Élise said with a serious voice.

Lamonte was proud and hesitant at the same time. He probably made her become more careful with the Assassins, but at the same time showed her that they're just as strong as her Order.

"They're alone." Olivier said, looking and pointing at the two lonely Templars in the tavern.

"And vulnerable." André added.

"Easy targets, they are." Jacques said, crossing his arms. "Will our all-powerful lord, Prince-Regent of King Bellec, give us orders?" He joked, looking playfully at Arno.

"Jacques, please let's..." Arno tried to said, but was cut off by Jacques laughing.

"What are your orders, your majesty?" Jacques asked, trying to force a serious tone.

"My orders are that you shut your mouth." Arno replied.

"Can you two stop this merde and focus at the task at hand?" André suggested and asked at the same time, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Oh I didn't know you were Prince Arno's valet who orders him around." Jacques joked. At this point, he was completely ignoring the important mission at hand.

"Shut up Jacques, this is an important mission!" André said impatiently.

"Prince Arno's valet wants some beer." Jacques mocked.

"Shut. The. Hell. Up!" André replied, losing his temper and violently slapping Jacques' cheek. The axe-wielding Assassin stumbled backwards, his left hand covering the new red mark on his cheek.

"That's just another little mark, André." Jacques said, ignoring the pain plaguing his face. André does slap hard. He thought, but shook his head and stayed on a mocking position to André.

"That face of yours Jacques is already something that fell from a cow's ass, and now it's going to be reduced to only a pile of skin!" André said.

Before the cream-coated Assassin could strike Jacques again, Arno extended his hidden blade and swung it violently, though he made sure not to hit his colleagues. André and Jacques both took a step back in shock.

"Can you two idiots stop this and let's focus at the damn mission?" Arno said impatiently, tapping his foot. "Jacques, that woman with Lamonte is the supposed daughter of the new Grand-Master, don't you understand the importance of this?!"

"Yes, Arno, I was just..." Jacques tried to reply, suddenly seeming to understand.

"Bellec's put me in charge of this mission for a reason," Arno said. "I know that woman, she ain't like the rest of noblewomen that only care about dresses and fashion, she ain't afraid of hurting someone and is very good at swordsmanship. So, be careful, and let me explain the plan."

"Go on." Each of the other Assassins said.

Arno chuckled nervously. "Jacques and André will take care of our two Templar friends in the pub," Arno said, not wanting to involve Jacques in the most important task. "Me and André will ambush the target, and she needs to be taken alive." Arno said, clearing his throat. "Understand?"

They nodded and went to their respective places, with Arno and André walking peacefully to the alleyway, hoping not to attract any type of attention. While Olivier and Jacques entered the pub quietly, trying to blend in with the crowd.

"Do you see them?" Jacques whispered to Olivier, trying to look for the two Templars, who had left the table they were at.

"No, they were here just now!" Olivier whispered back, frustrated.

"Merde." Jacques muttered under his breath. "They must have gone to their master."

"They cannot arrive there still breathing." Olivier said seriously, looking at his wrist.

"Look for them," Jacques said. "I've had a few bottles yesterday, my sense's not working very well."

"Marvelous, Jacques, marvelous." Olivier said playfully.

"Oh shut up and use yours." Jacques said, rolling his eyes, but then a spark appeared on his eye. "Unless..."

"Say nothing more, if you still wish to breathe." Olivier warned angrily, receiving a complicated chuckle in response. Olivier then concentrated and closed his eyes, using his Assassin senses to see through the environment, seeing the two Templar guards at a door that led to an area near the alleyway. They had hands on the rapiers on their belts, scanning the area for danger.

"See them now?" Jacques asked, crossing his arms impatiently.

"Yes." Olivier replied. "They're making their way towards the meeting."

"Good." Jacques said, uncrossing his arms and walking to the door. "What are we waiting for?"

Olivier chuckled, before following Jacques. They walked off the tavern and found the two Templar agents by an alleyway.

"This is taking way too long, Joseph." One of them said.

"I knew those Assassins were some lazy crapsacks." Joseph replied, kicking a nearby bucket impatiently.

"At least the pay's good. With that amount of livres, I can properly introduce my son into the Order." The other one said, forcing a smile.

"You know that he's more interested in books than swords, don't you?" Joseph questioned, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"Well, he's going to get his books, but will also be a proper Templar." The other one said quickly and confidently, almost proud.

"Poor boy, you're forcing a destiny he didn't chose on him." Joseph lamented.

"Why do you care? You think he'll survive being anything else?"

"That's not what I..." Joseph tried to answer his fellow Templar's question, but then Olivier stabbed his throat with his Hidden Blade.

"Mon dieu!" The surviving Templar agent said, looking with a shocked gaze at Joseph's crumbling body and the man who killed him. "Please, Monsieur, have mercy!"

"You should have gone on a less risky assignment, mon ami." Olivier remarked, walking towards the agent.

"Fucking Assassin!" The man yelled before unsheathing his rapier and leveling it at Olivier.

"Look to the stars, partner, look to the stars." Olivier simply said, with a devil's grin on his face.

"What does that even me-" The Templar was silenced by Jacques, who leaped on him from a balcony and killed the man swiftly with his blade.

"Done." Olivier said.

"Done." Jacques agreed.

"Now to find Arno, Lamonte and that damned girl." Olivier said, before nodding for Jacques to follow him.

"Where is the damn man, Lamonte?" Élise asked impatiently, leaning against the alleyway's wall. By now she didn't care if there was the blood of victims of the Revolution's extremists on the wall, if it was dirty or if some patron fucked a whore in that spot, she was already impatient enough she could kick a pig.

"He's coming, Mademoiselle Élise, just wait." Lamonte said, forcing a comprehensive smile.

"I've already waited for more than an hour, the bastard better remember this!" Élise said angrily, crossing her arms. She didn't care if she was looking like some spoiled angry brat, or like a baby when his mother is feeding his younger brother and not him. She had the reputation of having an explosive fiery temper, and that's why the men from the Order did not made advances on her without her interest.

Not that she was interested in any Templars at all.

"He must be coming right now." Lamonte said, standing on his tiptoes and looking at the busy street.

"Where the hell are Joseph and Charles now?" Élise asked, removing her back from the wall and walking around the alleyway, looking for her two guards.

"They must have fallen for the temptations of beer and women." Lamonte faked a lament.

"A shame really, Charles' wife would be disappointed." Élise said.

"He has a wife?" Lamonte asked, bewildered.

"Yeah, a son too." Élise replied quietly and casually.

"I had no idea..." Lamonte muttered under his breath, before sighing and returning to lean on the wall.

"Look." Élise said, a spark in her eye. "That must be Dorian." She said, pointing at a blue-coated individual walking pass the alleyway.

"Hide, NOW." Lamonte murmured, walking towards the newcomer, as Élise hid behind several barrels, crates and discarded furniture by the alleyway.

"Monsieur Lamonte." The newcomer murmured, pushing his hood down and revealing his face.

"Arno." Lamonte said, extending his hand and shaking hands with Arno.

Élise looked slightly at Arno, and was surprised when she noticed that when she furiously whipped his cheek once, it left a scar on his cheek.

"So, why did you called me?" Arno asked, even though he already knew of everything anyway.

"A contact of mine wishes to speak with you," Lamonte replied calmly. "She wants a capable, loyal and ferocious warrior by her side, and I thought you as a the perfect one for that matter."

"Interesting." Arno said, walking around. "What's the woman's name?"

"It matters not as of now, do you accept?" Lamonte replied, continuing on with the facade.

Élise was paying attention to the conversation, but she thought she had heard something behind her. She looked from her shoulders to see if there was someone approaching her, but saw nothing. I really am seeing things. She thought, before turning her attention back to the two men.

"I need to know more." Arno said. "Where and when can I meet her?" He asked.

"The Brinesiers Palace in Versailles." Lamonte replied firmly. Élise did not recognize the name, he was probably inventing it. Now it seemed the perfect opportunity to knock the Assassin out, and she quietly slipped off her hiding place.

"Good." Arno said, and Lamonte saw Élise approaching Arno from behind. She nodded at him, but he instead nodded at Arno, confusing her. The blue-coated Assassin suddenly turned and pulled out his pistol, leveling it at Élise.

"Merde." Élise swore, looking shocked to Arno, how the hell could he notice her? Was she too noisy? She ignored these thoughts and looked at Lamonte, asking with her eyes for him to help her.

"Good afternoon for you too, Mademoiselle Élise." Arno mocked, grinning at her.

"Indeed a good afternoon." Lamonte said, pulling out his own pistol and leveling it at her.

Élise's face was now a mixture of shock and anger. "What the..."

Arno laughed. "Did you really think you were the only ones who got snitches in their respective orders?" He said.

"Templar scumbags are always so arrogant." Lamonte said mockingly. "I feel bad for once truly being one of them."

"Lamonte, you son of a bitch." Élise said angrily, hands on her waist.

"The difference is, the Assassins can actually eliminate the moles within their Brotherhood, Templars never do." Arno said.

Élise felt footsteps behind her, and before she could do anything, an Assassin with a cream-colored coat made her turn around to face him and put a cream cloth on her face, and then the world went dark for her.

"That was easier than I thought it would be." André said, placing Élise's unconscious body on a nearby wooden table and picking her sword, dagger and pistol.

"Don't underestimate this woman because of today. She was caught surprised, that's one of her main weaknesses." Lamonte said, as Arno placed one hand on Élise's waist and the other on her back before carrying her.

"Let's be discreet." Arno said, looking at the figure in his arms, it somehow felt good having her in his arms.

"Is the carriage ready?" Jacques asked.

"Yes." Lamonte said, pointing at a common carriage by the street. "Right there, be quick."

They opened the carriage doors, and Arno tied Élise's wrists and feet, making her sit in the carriage's seat before joining Lamonte in the driver's seat on the front.

"Let's go." Lamonte ordered, as Arno prepared to make the horses move.

"Au revoir." Arno muttered to his three brothers-in-arms on the street, before leaving with the carriage.

"Those guys are damn lucky." Jacques said.

"We have another assignment, Jacques, and Arno's going to do the rest of the one we just did." Olivier said calmly.

"What's the next one actually?" Jacques asked puzzled, receiving two sighs as a response. "What I'm serious."

"We've got to kill yet another one of le Roi des Thunes' agents, and no it's not la Touche, the bastard keeps escaping." André explained.

"Bruh." Jacques muttered. "That's getting boring."

"We'll see how boring it will be when we put an end to the life of the King of Worms." Olivier said.

"Well, I hope I get to say that le Roi est mort before anyone else in the Cour des Miracles.

"You can dream about it later, 'cause I'll be the first." André mocked.

They all chuckled before running off to la Cour des Miracles.

And that was chapter seven.

Next chapter will be about the INTERROGATION (grins evilly)

PS: I AM NOT A MEMBER OF THE ILLUMINATI FOR POSTING THIS ON 11/9, I'M SERIOUS!