"Welcome to the Assassin Order," the senior member, Zaccaria, said to two of the newest members, Marco and Zita. "Now we have a lot to cover. Any sort of questions?"

Marco raised his hand.

"Si?"

"Do we all get to wear black?" He asked excitedly. "Be complete siloettes at night? Because that would be cool!"

Zaccaria pinched the bridge of his nose, "No. Look around, do you see anyone else wearing black?"

Marco and Zita looked every which way around the hideout. There was one wearing black, but everyone else either had some form of red, green, or something on. But the thing was they could easily find only two of each color everyone was wearing.

"Yes, one," Zita answered.

"That's because Fabiola is my teammate." He explained. "You see, how the recruits are trained here is two new members are paired up in teams and must train and go on missions together. Of course, there is the occassion where you work with other teams, but you are more often than not with your teammate. Each team gets their own color, mine in this case is ebony. There are also the crimson, emerald, azure, and wine teams."

"So what color do we get?" Marco asked without really waiting for permission to speak, the senior member could already tell this one would be a real piece of work. "And whose our teammates?"

"Since we have no more housing left for no more than two, you both are our last team, and your color is white." Zaccaria told them. "Besides, the master tends to only recruit two at a time, don't ask me why because I'm not even sure. Any other questions?"

"Yeah, when do we start killing guards," Marco asked.

Facepalm. Zaccaria sighed heavily. "There's more to it than killing the have missions, and you need to protect innocents from danger. Also, you need to be able to protect your teammate, because losing them means you must wait, completely set aside, until a new recruit has been brought up to your status and can work with you. Watch them, know them and their signs so you can work with them to the best of your abilities."

"I have a question," Zita asked.

"Yes," he said, a little relieved that it wasn't Marco this time.

"Actually, two. Did any of the recruits die before, and who is in each of the teams?"

"Yes, one recruit did die before, and the teammate blamed only themself for it, and still does," Zaccaria answered. "As for teams, you can meet them yourselves instead of have me give you a list of names. As I and my teammate had to meet all of you new recruits first hand."

Zita nodded and looked down. Marco though seemed excited.

"When do we get our outfits?"

"Follow me and I'll give you both one." He then walked to a door and went up the stairs to a storage room with a bench in the middle. From one shelf, he pulled out a white recruit's uniform for Marco, and another for Zita. "You're expected to maintain your gear and your clothes."

"But what if our clothes gets torn up while we're fighting?" Zita asked, looking at Zaccaria's seemingly untorn clothes.

He cracked a grin when he realized she thought his were perfectly fine, and pulled off his platebody to reveil all the stitched up rips and tears underneath. "Usually we try to have it patched up, but if they get bad enough, then we just give you a replacement. I know some recruits who go through uniforms like fire with wood. But try not to get into the habit of requesting replacements, it's a bother to scape one up sometimes." He got the platebody back on as he added, "If you're really a good fighter, then you can make a uniform last until your promotion to a real Assassino."

"Oh and you did?" Marco said smuggly.

"As a matter of fact, little novice, I did," Zaccaria responded. "I hadn't needed to ask for one replacement, but then again, it could still happen." He then left the room to let the two novices get dressed.