Assassin's Creed: En Masse

[Generalno1]

John was getting impatient, he wanted to move, because the other assassins, though he respected their endeavors as he had heard about them, were beginning to annoy him with their awkward questions.

[King Acunasti]

"Would you like a coffee, or perhaps a cup of tea?" the Instructor asked Robert.

[Bendu Olo]

Ryan sat nervously with his hood up. He almost seemed to be sleeping. He hadn't moved or spoken at all.

[John117]

"Coffee, please."
The place was comforting, but it seemed odd, too.

[Mucro]

Tom sat in the comfort of the taxi, pondering what was to come.

[King Acunasti]

((Sorry it took me so long guys. Busy, busy, busy! In order to avoid confusion, I've decided to put my posts concerning each of your characters in spoiler tags. Put off topic discussion in parenthesis. ))

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

The Instructor poured a cup of coffee for Robert. He slid the cup to Robert’s side of the desk. “Have you ever visited Mexico, Mister Whitmond?” he asked Robert.

Tom Smith

Spoiler:

The doors of the warehouse’s garage slowly opened for the taxi. “I hope you don’t mind dogs, mon!” Adrian shouted back to Tom.

Suddenly, a large dog poked its head over the front seat, looking at Tom. It was ugly as sin. Its mouth was wet and slobbery, and it had the jaws of a pit-bull.

The dog barked at Tom. “This is my dog, Jeffry!” Adrian said to Tom. “Don’t worry, mon! He’s friendly!”

With the garage door fully open, the taxi moved rolled out of the warehouse and turned down the street.

[John117]

"I have not, I've thought about it. But no."
Robert sipped his coffee, the room seemed to be getting smaller. But it was probably just the anticipation.

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

The Instructor sighed. “The current state of Mexican politics and law does not aid the mass emigration of American citizens across the southern border.” he stated. “We have great reason to believe that the nation itself has been twisted into a conspiracy larger than we could ever have imagined. You will be sent to the heartlands of Coahuila, Mexico, where you shall meet one of our most skilled and trusted international associates, Vicente Ortiz. Mister Ortiz will be your new partner. He will reveal more information to you upon your first encounter. Do you accept this mission, Mister Whitmond?”

[John117]

Wonderful, a partner. Robert thought.
"Yes, I do."
Robert stood and held out his hand towards the instructor.

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

The Instructor stood and firmly shook Robert’s hand. “Very good.” he said. He then pressed the small red button on his desk. “Mister Robert Whitmond has accepted his mission.” he said, speaking into the little microphone. “Prepare the taxi.”

“Yes, sir.” a voice replied through the speaker.

The Instructor turned to Goliath. “Goliath, you know what to do.”

Goliath nodded and stood from his chair.

The Instructor looked back at Robert. “Mister Whitmond, when you leave the office and exit the waiting room, a trusted driver shall be awaiting you. He'll show you to the taxi.”

Goliath held the door open for Robert.

((I've edited my previous post. Sorry about the typos, guys.))

[John117]

Robert walked through the door and out to the taxi.
Mexico, He thought, This might be fun. But a partner? Eh, I hope he's good at this.
"Good day," Robert said, greeting the driver.

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

“What’s up?” the driver replied. Unlike Tom’s driver, this driver was not as outgoing or energetic. And he didn’t keep dogs in the passenger seat of his cab. He was a large African American man with a shaved head and a pair of shades covering his eyes. He wore a black coat and gloves with a pair of jeans and black and white basketball shoes. “I’m Mike.” the driver told Robert.

Mike drove the taxi out of the warehouse as the garage doors opened. “So you must be Mister Whitmond.” Mike said to Robert as he turned onto the street. “Goin’ to Mexico?”

[John117]

"Indeed. How are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
Robert scanned the area and then looked out the window.
I wonder what's happening with the others.

[King Acunasti]

Goliath looked back at his clipboard. “Ryan Patrick?” he said aloud.

Robert Whitman

Spoiler:

“I’m good, man.” the driver replied. “I’m real good.”

There was not too much activity outside. It was no more than 35 degrees.

“So I heard you’re workin’ with Vicente Ortiz.” Mike continued, turning onto a busy avenue. “He’s a good guy. Even if you’re not the ‘social’ type, you’ll get to like him eventually. He’s smart and good at sneakin’ himself outa doubtful situations.”

[John117]

"Good at sneaking, eh? Maybe things will go better than expected. So how long should this take?":

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

Mike shrugged. "I'm not so sure, Mister Whitmond."

The taxi turned onto a large highway. The skies became blackened by dark clouds. It was about to rain.

[King Acunasti]

((Man, I need some sleep. Every single one of my posts has a typo! ))

[John117]

Robert looked out the window, anticipating the rain. He loved the rain, it was very calm to him, and he preferred darkness to light.
"Do you like the rain?"

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

“Only when it comes to my advantage, Mister Whitmond.” Mike replied.

The rain began to sprinkle down, hitting the ground more heavily with every passing second. The taxi was nearing East Boston, heading towards the Logan International Airport.

“You carryin’ any weapons with you, sir?” Mike asked Robert.

((Where is everyone??? ))

[Sav]

Spoiler:

Im still in the waiting room, and i dont think Bendu Olo is very active.

[John117]

"No, I'm not," Robert replied, "I'm hoping that I can get something there.
The heavy rain was almost soothing to Robert, like the calm before the storm.

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

"There's a compartment under your seat." Mike told Robert. "The Order contributed two-thousand dollars to your cause. The money's in a hidden compartment under your seat. Take it. You can use it for whatever you want when you reach Mexico. But use it wisely. That's all you got...unless you want to resort to pickpocketing the Mexican people."

[John117]

"All right," Robert stated as he reached for the money, "This will do quite nicely."
I hope this is enough to get some good weapons. What do I need? Sniper, of course. Perhaps a knife. Handgun. A disguise for after the assassination. That should be about what I need.
The anticipation was killing him.

[King Acunasti]

Robert Whitmond

Spoiler:

The taxi entered the shelter of the Logan International Airport. The airport was particularly busy that day. Many taxis, limousines, and cars lined up the drop-off zone.

The taxi stopped in front of the Southwest Airline entrance. "We're here, Mister Whitmond." Mike said to Robert. He grabbed a large black folder and stepped out of the taxi. He opened the door for Robert and held out the folder. "This folder contains your ticket to Mexico City, as well as your passport." Mike then pulled a cell-phone from his pocket and held it out with the folder. The cell-phone was rather nice. It has a touch screen and a built-in keyboard. "I've also been instructed to give you this cell-phone. It has all important contacts already punched into the contact list. Keep it on you at all times. Your number is 555-6325. Your luggage has already been packed and boarded onto your plane. You can retrieve it when you reach your destination."

[John117]

"Thank you," Robert said as he stepped out of the car, "Very much."
He walked into the airport, going through standard procedures, and eventually boarding the plane. Robert looked around at the other passengers, and then to the seat in front of him. He preferred that no one speak to him until he reached his destination.
Is this guy supposed to meet me at the airport? I hope so. He probably will.