“Gentlemen,” the man at the head of the table nodded as Ezio and two other men entered the room. “Please take a seat. I'm Special Agent Hudson, and I'll be heading up this mission.”
Ezio sat down, looking around at the other soldiers. He knew Frank Woods from a few previous missions, but he'd never met the other man. He looked him over, and for a reason he'd never tell anyone but his most trusted friends, found the man to have a sort of blue aura as he stared. The blue hue made him relax, his strange sixth sense telling him the man was an ally.
“Lieutenant Ezio Auditore, these men will be your team for this mission,” Hudson continued. “You already know Woods, and this gentleman is Chief Petty Officer Bowman.” After the men nodded, he spoke again. “We have intelligence that tells us the Borgia family is finally making a move. I'm sure you're all aware of their black market weapon connections, and it seems they're getting ready to purchase something very valuable from the Masyaf faction. It wouldn't surprise us if Al Mualim himself was going to oversee the sale personally.”
Ezio nodded. He'd dealt with agents of the Masyaf faction before, and he was single-handedly responsible for the death of one Juan Borgia the Elder, leader of a group of decadents that bought and sold items of pleasure, regardless of the legality of them.
“Who's leading the exchange?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Cesare Borgia,” Hudson replied. “Rodrigo's son.”
Ezio sat back, a low whistle escaping from his lips. The Borgia second in command himself was going to be there. This mission was getting more and more interesting by the minute. Not bad for a last time out, if he did think so himself.
“The objective of this mission is to retrieve the item there for exchange. If you think you can apprehend one of the major faction agents there, do so. If you attempt to apprehend one of them and fail, do not let them leave the area. That means by force, gentlemen. We need no screw ups on this one; this item is far more important to the United States government than the capture or untimely death of any Borgia or Masyaf agents.” Hudson looked to each of the men in turn before continuing. “It's so important, gentlemen, that the General has stated that if for any reason the target is incapacitated, you'll all be looking at dishonorable discharge at best. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.” The three soldiers spoke in unison, their backs straightening in their seats as they did.
“All right then,” Hudson said, smile returning to his face. “Let's go over the plan.”
A Box of Scraps (2/?)
Ezio sat down, looking around at the other soldiers. He knew Frank Woods from a few previous missions, but he'd never met the other man. He looked him over, and for a reason he'd never tell anyone but his most trusted friends, found the man to have a sort of blue aura as he stared. The blue hue made him relax, his strange sixth sense telling him the man was an ally.
“Lieutenant Ezio Auditore, these men will be your team for this mission,” Hudson continued. “You already know Woods, and this gentleman is Chief Petty Officer Bowman.” After the men nodded, he spoke again. “We have intelligence that tells us the Borgia family is finally making a move. I'm sure you're all aware of their black market weapon connections, and it seems they're getting ready to purchase something very valuable from the Masyaf faction. It wouldn't surprise us if Al Mualim himself was going to oversee the sale personally.”
Ezio nodded. He'd dealt with agents of the Masyaf faction before, and he was single-handedly responsible for the death of one Juan Borgia the Elder, leader of a group of decadents that bought and sold items of pleasure, regardless of the legality of them.
“Who's leading the exchange?” he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Cesare Borgia,” Hudson replied. “Rodrigo's son.”
Ezio sat back, a low whistle escaping from his lips. The Borgia second in command himself was going to be there. This mission was getting more and more interesting by the minute. Not bad for a last time out, if he did think so himself.
“The objective of this mission is to retrieve the item there for exchange. If you think you can apprehend one of the major faction agents there, do so. If you attempt to apprehend one of them and fail, do not let them leave the area. That means by force, gentlemen. We need no screw ups on this one; this item is far more important to the United States government than the capture or untimely death of any Borgia or Masyaf agents.” Hudson looked to each of the men in turn before continuing. “It's so important, gentlemen, that the General has stated that if for any reason the target is incapacitated, you'll all be looking at dishonorable discharge at best. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir.” The three soldiers spoke in unison, their backs straightening in their seats as they did.
“All right then,” Hudson said, smile returning to his face. “Let's go over the plan.”