[ If Altaïr was restless, he couldn't imagine how the rest of the transports must feel. They'd been here longer than him. Chloe, he knew, had been imprisoned for a year. And he couldn't even use his usual method of escape, taking flight on swift legs; because the air outside would kill him, because there was no air, and they were unfathomably far from Earth.
He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited they were doing something about this. It wasn't a rush like that of a swordfight or leaping between roofs, but it was better than nothing. He'd used intimidation and destruction of private property to achieve his ends before. Only when no other solution could be found was he ordered to assassinate someone. So he accepted his mission with little worry. This was no different than destroying someone's market stand, and less dangerous than saving an old scholar from the hands of corrupt guards. If someone tried to stop them, he would simply adapt. He had his weapons, a mental map of the base, and his skills as a Master Assassin.
He had not been the one to come up with their team names, or even his own codename. "Hotpocket" slipped quietly towards the meeting place where Victor had arrived early. He had used a silent step on the way just in case, and when he saw Victor's back to him, he maintained it. Part of him wanted to test how vigilant his teammate was. How close could he get before the man turned around? ]
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He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited they were doing something about this. It wasn't a rush like that of a swordfight or leaping between roofs, but it was better than nothing. He'd used intimidation and destruction of private property to achieve his ends before. Only when no other solution could be found was he ordered to assassinate someone. So he accepted his mission with little worry. This was no different than destroying someone's market stand, and less dangerous than saving an old scholar from the hands of corrupt guards. If someone tried to stop them, he would simply adapt. He had his weapons, a mental map of the base, and his skills as a Master Assassin.
He had not been the one to come up with their team names, or even his own codename. "Hotpocket" slipped quietly towards the meeting place where Victor had arrived early. He had used a silent step on the way just in case, and when he saw Victor's back to him, he maintained it. Part of him wanted to test how vigilant his teammate was. How close could he get before the man turned around? ]