Altair snapped his eyes open. He was painfully aware of a great pressure on his chest and the light coming from above blinding his eyes. He tried to move out from under the pressure when he realized it was a man. Altair rolled the man off of him and stopped. He looked down at his hands, they didn't have the wrinkles that he knew they had just hours before. He sat up. He was in his old robes and could feel the familiar weight of his weapons of his back and waist. Altair gripped his biceps. They were hard as rocks like they used to be when he was at his prime, his hand reached up to his face and he felt no creases in the skin nor the beard he had grown. He stood and again was met with surprise. He stood up straight. His spine no longer curved forcing him down; he was back to his full height. How did he get here? He had been on his death bed, he had welcomed death with welcome arms and now he was here. He was no longer an old man, he had his youth back. Damn death, betrayed me. He thought bitterly. He turned his attention to the man on the floor who was now moaning. He was wearing the same white robes as Altair but they were different. The cut was different but the weapons he wore were the same, along with the red sash. The man pulled himself over on his back before opening his eyes. Altair calmly watched as the man blinked several times then rubbed his eyes. The man was feeling his body the same way Altair had, touching his face and his arms. The man finally took notice of Altair and stood up,

"How the hell did I get here?" He asked. The man stretched out to his full height too coming up to a couple inches taller than Altair.

"I should be asking you the same thing." Altair replied. The man turned looking about the room. The walls were stone and so was the floor. Altair looked up to see the blinding light again. It was straight lines across the ceiling in sections. They would stop abruptly then start again.

"How old do I look?" the man asked catching Altair's attention again. Altair looked at him, his hood was down, his brown hair was on the long side pulled back and tied off. He had strong features and the scar on his lip was identical to his.

"Around your very early twenties." Altair replied, "How about me?" the man glanced at Altair whose hood was also down.

"I would guess middle twenties." The man stated. He frowned at the sigh the scar on Altair's lip. His hand went to his own, "How did you get that scar?"

"That would be only my business." Altair coolly replied. The man raised his eyebrows before speaking once more,

"I'm not supposed to be twenty; I'm supposed to be in my sixties! I was dying, how did I turn up here back in my youth?" the man questioned running his hands through his hair. Altair crossed his arms over his chest,

"Seems like death cheated us both." The man nodded,

"So it seems." Altair visibly tensed at the sound of approaching footsteps. Part of the wall slide to the side and a hooded figured stepped in. Altair was on the person in seconds. The figure was a head shorter and had a small frame compared to Altair or the other man. Altair's hidden blade teasingly pressed against the person's throat.

"Who are you?" the man asked looking over Altair's shoulder.

"I should be asking you the same damn thing!" the figure spat. The voice gave it all away. The person was a woman. The man would have let her go and be apologizing but Altair's grip held fast. The woman slammed her head into Altair's making him recoil. She grabbed the front of his robes and slammed him into the wall hitting his head again. Altair hit the floor with a grunt struggling to get back up. The woman advanced on the man.

"I demand to know who you are and how you got in here!" she said. She flung her leg behind her catching Altair in the knee cap. It dropped him to one knee. The woman twisted her fingers into the man's chest. He could feel the tip of her hidden pricking his skin under his shirt. She looked as strange to the two men as they looked to her. She wore brown leather boots, they only coming up to her mid shin. Her dark pants clung slightly to her legs outlining her figure, along with her shirt. Her chest was almost flat though making the man believe she wrapped her chest. She had weapons strapped to various parts of her body and he knew she had more that could not be seen. Her arms were bare and he could see the muscle lining them. Her hood was pulled down over her eyes and he could only see her lips.

"I can only answer for myself bella, but I am Ezio Auditore as for where I came from that I do not know." The woman's lips parted in shock,

"The Ezio Auditore? No you can't be you died in 1524! That's almost four hundred and eighty-eight years ago!" the woman let go of Ezio and turned towards Altair who had just given up and sat against the wall,

"And…and you!" She pointed to Altair, "You're Altair Ibn- La'Ahad! You died in 1257! There's no way you guys can be them!"

"We were under the impression that we had died too. What year is this?" Altair asked. The woman looked at Altair then back at Ezio,

"2012. Wait. I know…I know a way you guys can prove you guys are actually real." The woman pulled something off her weapons harness and threw it to Altair. Altair caught it and dropped it as soon as he had,

"What is this? What sort of foul witchcraft do you use?" he said pressing himself against the wall as much as could. The small black box was glowing on the floor. She picked it up and turned to Ezio who looked just as frighten. She held it out to him and he stepped back,

"Why does it glow like that?" he asked eyes wide. A smirk crossed her face reminding him of what he was like in his glory days.

"It's called technology and that is called a phone." Altair opened his mouth to speak but the girl held up her hand to him. She cocked her head to the side as if listening to something. She touched one finger to the side of her head where her ear should be and talked,

"What do you mean he hasn't returned? The kill should have only taken at the most a day, it's been three." The girl turned towards the door and her belt buckle caught the light, the symbol of the Assassins was engraved on it and he could now see the red detail all over the leather belt.

"I'll be there in a moment. I have two guests with me though; they will have to go with me. Or at least one of them." Ezio narrowed his eyes at the girl she was talking to herself. The girl glanced up at them,

"I wasn't talking to myself I was talking to my second in command." She pulled down her hood to reveal a bright green eyes and brown hair. Her hair was pulled back tight into a braid. She grabbed something from her ear and held it up for them to see,

"It's called a communicator, I can talk to whoever is wearing one and they can talk to me." Ezio looked more fascinated by the ear piece then Altair. Altair crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall,

"Your second in command?" Altair questioned, his voice had a curious hint to it under its huskiness. The girl turned around towards him.

"Yes. I am the Head Assassin here. My name is Ari Roshanak." She said. Altair cocked his head to the side,

"The fearless death giver?" He said. Ari pulled her hood back up over her head,

"Yes 'Son of None' now please we must be going." She touched the wall and it slid back revealing stone staircases and wooden doors.

"First things first, you cannot go walking around in those robes. You'll attract too much attention." Ari turned right at the stairs and lead them to one of the doors. She opened it and walked in. Altair and Ezio looked around at the racks of clothing and the weapons hanging on the walls. She picked up a pair of pants similar to the ones she wore. She handed one to Altair and the other to Ezio,

"See if those fit. They should though," She looked at the weapons on Altair and Ezio,

"Hmm weapons are a little out of date but they will have to do for now until I can show you how to use a gun."

"A gun?" Altair asked pulling off his weapons, Ari nodded her head,

"Yes, now shirt with sleeves or without?"

"With." Both said in agreement. She tossed them to the two men and turned her attention to the weapons. She turned back as Altair stripped his tunic off and she quickly averted her eyes. Ezio smirked seeing the attraction between the two and pulled off his own shirt. Altair frowned at the way this black fabric clung to his biceps, chest, and stomach he preferred it looser for more movement.

"It allows plenty of movement," Ari reassured seeing the disproval on Altair's face. "The shirts have to be tighter for the Kevlar. Oh wait you don't know what that is." Ari stepped towards Ezio,

"I want you to hit me." Ezio looked at her like she had bumped her head,

"I'm not going to hit a woman." Ezio said, Ari raised one eyebrow,

"Just hit me in the stomach put about half your strength behind it so you don't break your hand." Ezio still looked skeptical and Altair looked amused that she thought Ezio would break his hand. Ezio hit her with a well-aimed punch to her middle. She didn't even flinch. Ezio shook his hand a bit,

"It feels like I just hit a steel plate, is that this Kevlar?" Ezio questioned.

"It is. This way a bullet won't kill you." Ari said, she pointed towards a row of boots,

"Pick some I don't know your size then I'll fit you with a Kevlar vest." Ari turned towards the vests rummaging thought them. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Ezio and Altair shifted through the boots. How did she end up with two dead handsome legends? This was not what she expected when she woke up this morning. Wait, Ari thought, I didn't even go to bed last night. She shook her head, stifling the yawn that came with that thought. She had made two kills last night and neither of them had been very pretty. Ezio was the first one to find boots to his liking and came up to Ari. Ari pulled the vest of the rack and hand it to him.

"It goes over your head and then straps on the sides." Ari instructed. Ezio put it on and Ari was relived she didn't need to look at his well carved stomach muscles and defined chest now. She handed a vest to Altair too and she caught one last glimpse of his muscles before the vest covered them. The two men strapped there weapons back on as Ari grabbed two strange looking objects from the wall. A piece of the object slid out and she tapped it against the table before sliding it back in with a click. She repeated this again with the other object. Both men were looking at her with weird stares,

"This is called a gun." Ari said sliding them into a holder on her back at her waist. She motioned to the door and the men stepped out and Ari touched her hand to her ear once more,

"Ryan? I want you down on level 4 I have some trainees for you…no they are experienced fighters just not with our weapons…ah you'll have to see when you get down here you can't miss them." Ari turned towards Altair and Ezio,

"Stay here. Ryan is coming down to run you through everything you need to know. The world is quiet…different…from what you are used to. I have a Novice to find I'll back later tonight." Ari turned and left throwing her hood back over her head and taking the steps two at a time. Altair watched her go trying not to watch her backside as she climbed the stairs,

'So…" Ezio began with a chuckle. Altair looked at him with a glare,

"Why must you always have conversation?" Ezio clutched a hand to his heart,

"Oh you have wounded me!" Altair rolled his eyes and focused straight before him. Ezio shuffled his feet grabbing at the vest,

"I do not like this 'Kevlar vest' it feels heavy." He complained,

"It's not as heavy as amour stop acting like a child." Altair said. Ezio crossed his arms over his chest leaning against the wall muttering to his self,

"Stop acting like a child… Idioto qui se prend-il me dit de cesser d'agir comme un enfant." Altair ignored Ezio as he caught sight of a man coming down the stairs. He tensed, but relaxed as he heard the man talking to thin air.

"No Ari, I'm on my way now…of course not why would I freak out at the sight of them that's ridiculous." The man stopped in front of the two men he held out his hand to Altair first,

"Hi my name is Ryan." Altair ignored his hand and said,

"Altair Ibn La'Ahd." Ryan furrowed his brow and Ezio clasped his hand,

"Don't mind him. He's as stubborn as a mule. I'm Ezio Auditore." Ryan's jaw went slack as he looked from Altair to Ezio. Then he laughed, Ezio looked at him with confusion and Altair narrowed his eyes,

"Oh you guys are good! Did Ari set you up to do this? Wow of all the pranks she picks this one! You guys are hilarious." Ryan said chuckling, he touched his ear,

"Very funny Ari! Who really are these guys?" He paused as he listened to Ari's response, 'What do you mean there…for real?" Ryan looked at the two men and his eyes rolled up in his head and he fainted. Ezio and Altair watched him the hit the ground with a thud. Altair and Ezio smirked as they leaned back against the wall.