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[His voice is firm, level. There is obviously something going on from the way he speaks.]

Malik, where are you. Something of grave importance has come up.

[He accidentally cuts the connection once before he can answer. When it picks back up moments later Ezio may catch the tail end of a swearword in Arabic. Never the less - Malik catches the seriousness, and it is not often that Ezio is this serious about something.]

I am in the Heimdall district, near the welcome hall. What is it?

Va bene. I will be there shortly.

[And he will be. There is no mention of coming to the Bureau, no- this is far too important to wait. It's one of the greatest dangers the city now faces.

He takes to the rooftops, and is there soon enough. He'll look for Malik around the Welcome Hall, determined to find him.]

[Well, none of that does a single thing to ease his mind. might be just as well, though, if the matter truly is this serious.
Malik makes himself easy to spot and waits by the entrance, approaching Ezio if he sees him first.]

[Ezio notices him, but Malik is quicker in his approach, and when the Italian finally is within low speaking range, he does so as assassins do, in passing by.]

Where can we speak, brother? This is not for open ears.

[It is both strange and easy to slip back into such habits. He passes Ezio by, catches his eyes, catches his words, and stays that close only long enough to answer.]

Follow me.

[And he moves on, off the open space in front of the hall, moving with their customary intent grace. Down a side street and into the shadows, two quick turns and they're out of earshot of most anybody. Here, the rooftops are easy to get to. Malik slows down, glances back, and leaves the choice of going up ot not to the Mentor.]

[Old habits die hard, as they say. He keeps his eye on Malik as he passes, quickly banking to change direction and follow after him. When all is said and done, he arrives where the other is, and doesn't even pause before starting to climb.

If anything, he doesn't trust the openness of the city, right now. He could have waited, but every second he does without telling the other of Haytham, the worse it may end for them all.

When he gets to the rooftop, he waits for the other to arrive and only begins speaking when he is certain he won't maul Malik with the news.]

Our enemy is here. I fear our extended time of so-called peace within the city now hangs by a thread.

[There is emphasis placed on that first statement, indicating it is not the enemies of Asgard, but their own. The Templar have arrived.]

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[He follows up to the roof with some ease. Familiarity with the place helps, certainly. When the news hits, at first, he is not quite sure of the meanings of Ezio's words. It has been over a month since, and many other threats arose in the meantime, so it takes a moment to sink in. But sink in it does, and his face goes from confused to surprised to nothing short of pissed in a second. He opens his mouth to ask and clarify and doesn't, because it's pretty clear as is. There are more important questions.]

How many? [But more importantly yet,] Who?

[Really, Asgard, why put enemies behind your walls all to fight for your side? this could only end in bloodshed.]

As far as we know, only one. His name is Haytham Kenway. [But there is a long pause here.] Connor knows him because he is from his time- and he has told me that he is no ordinary enemy, but a Grandmaster Templar.

[He doesn't know exactly what that is, but it's safe to assume that Haytham is dangerous.]

I do not know what exactly that entails, but I do know that we do not want more blood to be spilled when there is war still here. We are already facing enough to keep everything in line.

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