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There she is, Hope Jensen. She is the assassin i am sent to kill and bring her head back to Haythem on a silver platter. He has been in one of his moods lately so he is complaining about everything. I am certain that he will complain about the shine. 

"Just a little more to the left." I whisper to myself as hope is only one or two steps away from the kill zone. "Alright you templar scum." I hear a thick northern irish accent from behind me and before i can move i feel a blunt pain in the back of my head. My world slowly goes black as i drift off into the blackness. 

"What am i to do with her Achilles?" I hear the same Irish accent say. "Wait till she wakes up and then you can try to get some information out of her Shay. Get it at whatever means necessary." An older mans voice says. "Are you suggesting i torture the poor girl?" The Irishman, Shay, asked. "Yes." Is all the older voice said before walking off. I slowly open my eyes to see that im chained to the wall by my hands and feet. A man with strong, broad shoulders stands before me. His dark hair is in a pony tail and he slowly turns to face me. 

"Ah, so your awake." Shay said and i scowled at him. "Ok, if thats how you feel like playing it. We can play hard ball if you like. Or you could give me the information i want and i could make your death as painless as possible." He says slyly and i spit at his feet. "Ok then." He said as he throws a punch to my face. My face slams into the stone wall and i spit out the blood. "Now, now Shay. Didnt your momma ever tell you. Dont hit a girl." I say in my Irish accent. "Where is Haythem Kenway?" Shay asks me as he grabs a rag and a bucket of water. "I dont know where he is or what he is up to." I tell him and he chokes me as he unties my chains. he forces me onto a table where he  binds up my hands and feet once more. "Let me give you one more chance to tell me where he is. I dont want to do this." Shay says and i only respond by spitting blood in his face. He forces the rag down onto my mouth and noes. He then dumps the bucket of water on the rag. This gives me air mixed with some water. Both go straight into my lungs and when the water over powers the air, i cant breath or let air out. My body begins to shake so shay removes the rag. 

I gasp for air as i look at him. My own brother, how could he do this to me. How can he not remember. "Now where is Hay-" "Shay patrick Cormac, son of Gorge Cormac." I tell him as i look him in the eyes. He gasps and chokes me once more. "How do yo know that name!" He yells at me. "Because he is my father, shay." I choke out and shay removes his hold on my throat. "No, my mother died in a shooting soon after i was born." Shay says as he looks at me. "Our father had sex with a whore, got her pregnant, and nine months later here i am." I tell him and he gives me a soft smile. He unties my binds and gives me a hug. "Im sorry." He says as he hugs me. "Repay me by joining the templar order." I tell him. "okay sis."