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Call of Duty / Iron Man / Assassin's Creed
LEONARDO IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS! (At least there will be...)
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“Yes, Mama, I will be back in time for the holidays.”
“You better be, Ezio,” the woman on the other end of the call threatened cheerfully. “You know how Claudia gets when she sets her mind to something, and this year she wants to make sure we have the 'perfect' Christmas.” There was a pause and Ezio could swear he heard his mother's smile widen just a little more. “She's even sent an invitation to Cristina to meet us at the cabin...”
“Mama....” the man sighed, leaning against the wall of his hotel room. “Cristina and I broke up years ago. She's married to Manfredo.”
“It's never stopped her from loving you.”
“You are an evil woman, mother.”
The woman on the other end of the line laughed heartily, and Ezio couldn't help but join her. If he was honest with himself, he did still love Cristina, but their circumstances made their relationship impossible. He was an accomplished sniper, and as a Lieutenant Colonel of the United States Marine Corps Forces Special Operation Command, his skills were called upon more often than not in these troubling times. His command of a several languages, as well as his mastery of the Marine Corps martial arts training, made him a force to be reckoned with at close range if need be. If this one last mission went well, he would find himself retiring just as decorated, if not more so, than his father, Major General Giovanni Auditore.
“So, since you're not bringing Cristina, are you bringing someone else? Perhaps someone who will someday provide me with lots of grandkids to spoil?”
“Evil. Woman. Mother,” Ezio repeated before pausing when his phone beeped that he had another call. He glanced at the smartphone, then spoke to his mother again. “I gotta go, Mama. Duty calls. Love you.”
“Love you, too, son. Make me proud—er.”
Ezio chuckled to himself, composing himself before he switched over to the other call.
“Lieutenant Colonel Auditore?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“This is Sergeant Frank Woods. Passing the word along, sir. Something's come up, and the briefing's been moved to tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you, Sergeant. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Ezio pressed the screen on his phone, disconnecting the call, and sighed. He was planning on finishing his holiday shopping before his final mission, but it looked like that would have to wait. With a glance around, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the parking garage where his car waited to take him home.
A Box of Scraps (1/?)
Call of Duty / Iron Man / Assassin's Creed
LEONARDO IN A CAVE! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS! (At least there will be...)
-----
“Yes, Mama, I will be back in time for the holidays.”
“You better be, Ezio,” the woman on the other end of the call threatened cheerfully. “You know how Claudia gets when she sets her mind to something, and this year she wants to make sure we have the 'perfect' Christmas.” There was a pause and Ezio could swear he heard his mother's smile widen just a little more. “She's even sent an invitation to Cristina to meet us at the cabin...”
“Mama....” the man sighed, leaning against the wall of his hotel room. “Cristina and I broke up years ago. She's married to Manfredo.”
“It's never stopped her from loving you.”
“You are an evil woman, mother.”
The woman on the other end of the line laughed heartily, and Ezio couldn't help but join her. If he was honest with himself, he did still love Cristina, but their circumstances made their relationship impossible. He was an accomplished sniper, and as a Lieutenant Colonel of the United States Marine Corps Forces Special Operation Command, his skills were called upon more often than not in these troubling times. His command of a several languages, as well as his mastery of the Marine Corps martial arts training, made him a force to be reckoned with at close range if need be. If this one last mission went well, he would find himself retiring just as decorated, if not more so, than his father, Major General Giovanni Auditore.
“So, since you're not bringing Cristina, are you bringing someone else? Perhaps someone who will someday provide me with lots of grandkids to spoil?”
“Evil. Woman. Mother,” Ezio repeated before pausing when his phone beeped that he had another call. He glanced at the smartphone, then spoke to his mother again. “I gotta go, Mama. Duty calls. Love you.”
“Love you, too, son. Make me proud—er.”
Ezio chuckled to himself, composing himself before he switched over to the other call.
“Lieutenant Colonel Auditore?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“This is Sergeant Frank Woods. Passing the word along, sir. Something's come up, and the briefing's been moved to tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you, Sergeant. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Ezio pressed the screen on his phone, disconnecting the call, and sighed. He was planning on finishing his holiday shopping before his final mission, but it looked like that would have to wait. With a glance around, he pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the parking garage where his car waited to take him home.