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Date & Time: During/After the bombing
Location: The Continent
Characters: Assassins and refugees - OPEN
Summary: Those who have escaped the bombings by going to the mainland instead of to the moon... (though they will be dragged up there come Oct. anyway)
Warnings: Possible bloodshed, roughing it in the wilds

To the moon they said, THE MOON? Why go to so much trouble when the main land was so close? Those who felt the same took to the waves to cross the channel and invade enemy soil. The seas were choppy but the real danger came from United Earth who had stationed troops along the coast to kill any who tried to escape the destruction. Still, if you were lucky, quick, or skilled enough you might stand a chance of evading the increased patrols and scratching out some kind of existence from the ruined landscape.

It was difficult to stay in any one place for very long. The United Earth kept their patrols active day and night and alternated their patrol patterns but occasionally small encampments could be formed in secluded areas. Campfires were dangerous but were the only real way to cook most food and supplies were difficult to come by unless one could hunt or make a daring raid on UE supply caravans.

It was a harsh life even harsher than life had been on the island prison, but it was familiar, it was the Earth and here one could make their own decisions.

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[OOC: Feel free to start your own threads, open or locked, and write them about what Continent based activity you would like for them to be about! ]

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[Ezio, truth be told, was never pleased by a majority of the tactics employed by either party. Too wild, too brutal, too unrefined, that is what he thought of this whole ordeal. But then again, war never was easy.

The Assassin had taken to watching the patrols, eying the UE to see when he could dart in the shadows, steal food and possibly equipment when necessary. As it stands, Ezio is snapped low to the ground, close enough to see but far enough to be unseen.

Would it be beneficial to simply kill the patrols to allow for the Exiles to move freely? This is a question he ponders now as his golden eyes follow the tracks of patrols, behind some ruined piece of shrubbery and rock, peering over the edge.]

[Stanley is a kind of weird addition to a group of assassins. He's a skinny teenage boy with pretty hair and no stomach for violence whatsoever. Whatever made Giovanni invite him along, there's a good chance it wasn't any illusion about the kid being useful. He spends most of his time apparently on the verge of freaking out completely.

But that expression on Ezio's face is hard to ignore. He protests, a little hoarsely, breaking his usual silence for once.]

They're people too.

[He turns to face the newcomer, one that certainly seems green in more than one aspect. Ezio is aware of the humanity of the enemy, and he would be a fool to discount them on what they are capable of doing.]

We are all people, so last I have seen.

Yeah.

[Thats what makes the whole thing so depressing, isn't it? But he's not actually looking for an argument. He just doesn't want to see anyone else hurt again any time soon. It feels like too much.]

Can't we...sneak past? Or someone. Maybe not me.

[Its a blunt, honest statement, not anything bitter or self effacing. He knows his own limits, is all. He can sneak around well enough to get by in everyday life. But war? Against people with weapons? He's pretty sure he's not ready for that one. His knees shake a little at just the thought.]

[As an Assassin, his true strengths lie in the art of hiding and slipping past unnoticed. Ezio isn't going to openly attack if he can avoid it. But it doesn't rule out the option completely.]

That is my intention, if I can find a way past them. There are too many to fight.

[Stanley exhaled softly at that, which feels strange. He didn't realize he was holding his breath. It's reassuring that this guy isn't planning anything crazy or ugly. Maybe that expression hadn't been what Stanley thought it was. Either way, that other unsettling fact is very true. There really are too many of them. It's no wonder ground is so hard to gain in these battles.]

Okay.

[The bushes behind Ezio parted but a friendly voice a moment later indicated it was not an enemy sneak attack. Giovanni dropped to the ground near his son.]

There is a second patrol coming up from the west. I asked the others to move east to avoid them but this group had something very large with them on a covered cart.

They will be coming up this path shortly, maybe you could use your gift to find out what it is.

Perhaps I can, if I can be closer.

[Ezio pauses for a moment, watching the patrol.]

And if there is something dangerous in the cart?

Then they should not be allowed to keep it.

[It was no secret what United Earth would do with any weapon they possessed. Destruction and as always many innocent lives would be lost.]

I will be here to back you.

[Ezio's shoulder was given a fatherly pat as if he were still a boy being sent off on his very first mission. It wasn't of course, but it was the very first father - son mission and so deserving of the same sentiments.]

[Ezio nods, with a confident smirk playing on his face.]

Then let's move, before we lose our opportunity.

If you can see what is inside and feel they should be attacked, do so. We should be able to take them by surprise.

[With a nod he ducked down low and made a run to the left, using the rocks and bushes he came across as cover to get closer to the dirt road they overlooked. It left the right side open for Ezio to make his approach and placed them both in excellent position to flank the second convoy when it made it's appearance over the rise, and they would not have to wait long. As the first group disappeared into the distance the second rattled its way into view escorting the mystery filled cart. ]

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