This mini-fic will be encompassing a part of Act II: Solid Sun of [i]Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots[/i], involving Azumi Ian and Ezio Auditore as they go on an unconventional route. They do run into canon characters, but it is mostly what one might call Azumi's "Master Assassin mission", as they would call it in Assassin's Creed: Revelations.

The location is listed as "South America", but the vegetation and creators indicate that the location is actually modeled after Peru.

This takes place for Azumi several days after the upcoming thread "Dark Chest of Wonders". (say when it is for Ezio) Now, without further adieu, we give you chapter 1.

[size=4]Chapter 1: Violent Ceasefire[/size]

[i]Confinement Facility, South America[/i]

Muña plants marked the landscape where a dirt road or swamp did not. A small wall of concrete went around the encampment, a precaution against intruding rebels.

For the most part, the facility being used by the Pieuvre Armement private military company was without any real incident. Sure, the rebellion against the new regime was active elsewhere, but the five prisoners here were no problem. One of the olive-and-green-clothed mercenaries, emotionless due to the System, walked into the small one-room building where they were keeping the jungle-camo, red-hat wearing rebels, and took out out, grabbing him by the back of the arm and yanking him up.

"Move."

Grumbling, the other man walked out the door, unarmed and unarmored, an FN SCAR-H Mk. 17 assault rifle shoved into his back the whole way with just one of the French mercenary's arms holding it, his own body having tactical armor on the chest. Out toward the outer wall. It was time to make sure the rebels outside, whoever there was, had a lesson about what would happen while "Octopus Armaments" was in charge of fighting them.

"Your knees." A leg kicked out, the gripping hand forcing the man to his knees outside as he placed his hands on the back of his head, fingers interlocked, mumbling a prayer. He did not want to die, no matter how he acted...

[i]Click.[/i] "Drop it."

In surprise, not fear, the man dropped his rifle, hands the air. On his right, holding a strange, black, suppressed handgun to his head, was what, by the voice, he could tell was a woman in black armor, the helmet obscured. "M-My t--"

"Start walking, pick him up, and move around the side of the wall." She was not lowering the gun, finger tensing on the trigger.

He did so. Although the SOP system did suppress his emotional reactions, some did sometimes leak through, and he continued to walk, bringing the surprised, confused rebel with him.

"How many?"

"We have n--" A whip of the pistol cracked against his hat, making him stagger a bit.

"I asked him, not you, sociopath."

The rebel spoke then. "Five, four not including this one," he admitted. "And five of mine within. Who are--?"

"Call me the Huntress," she said, continuing to walk behind the mercenary. "Mentor, you can come out now. Do what you will with this one I have, but leave the other. I know you heard all of that."

As if on cue, a man in dark blue robes and a hood that cast a shadow over his aged face emerged from a large patch of shrubbery. He walked towards the three without a word, and upon reaching them, he nodded to the Huntress. "Of course," he then faced the olive-hatted man, who was still silent as per the Huntress' order. Then, moving faster than his age would entail, he drew a small dagger from under his wrist and stabbed into the soldier's neck. Lowering the soldier to the ground as he struggled weakly, the man moved his palm over the eyes of the target, just above his balaclava.

"Requiescat in pace." Said the Mentor, otherwise known as Ezio Auditore. Standing, he wiped his blade off on a nearby leaf before letting it recede back into it's bracer. "I know you cannot kill a human being, and I respect your oath. But I will ask you not to hesitate if the situation demands you to kill, I trust you understand," Ezio then glanced at the rebel, whose mouth was agape at the individual before him, "What is our next course of action, [i]grandmaster[/i]?" Ezio said with the slightest trace of a smile.

The "Huntress," Azumi Ian, frowned behind her face mask, looking to the rebel as the mercenary fell at her feet, bleeding out quickly. "It would be great if you could not tell people about that," she said coldly, looking to the other man with them. "How are they armed?"

"U-um..."

She sighed, turning the gun so he could see the top, the back. "Safety's on. Nice to know I can scare a guy enough, though." The young woman motioned with the gun toward the rifle nearby. "Go get that and come back. Then tell us what they've got."

He did so, and she leaned against the outer wall, making sure that they weren't followed. It was easy enough, and they didn't seem to even notice. Another problem of the System, the thing that kept the post-traumatic stress down. The rebel seemed to relax a bit as he came back, free.

"Two MP7s, another of these," he held up the gun, "and an M14 Enhanced Battle Rifle. The last is toward the back, good aim, need to try to distract him before you go in." He held up a sidearm, also taken from the soldier, this time just off of his corpse. "GSR handgun on all of them, just in case. Try to disarm them if you can, just in case. And... quiet, alright? Don't want to hurt my friends in there."

She nodded, patting his side. "You did good. Now go, run. This might get messy, and we need to know you won't be held responsible."

There was a short nod, and he ran off, off to find any allies, moving through the brush, around rocks and the like, and away.

She nodded slightly, flat against the building...and turned, kicking her way up with her training from the city of Callaghan, grabbing the top of the wall, and pulling herself up. Looked as he said, with one MP7 and the battle rifle on the left, and the other MP7 and the Mk. 17 on the right. Entrance to the building in the center, with the remaining Mk. 17 pacing in front of the entrance to said building.

She dropped down again, in a slight crouch, before looking to Ezio, telling the situation on the different types of guns, the long range, the high fire rates...

"Try to take them out quietly as you can. Left or right? We'll need to move at the same time."

Ezio, following close behind, nodded as he crouched beside Azumi. "Stealth will not be a problem. Guns.... I prefer swords, and I will have no issue with theirs. Whenever you are ready, Azumi." Said Ezio, who began to think about his choice of weapons. The crossbow was an obvious choice, silent and powerful. His Ottoman dagger, for close quarters if he were to be discovered. Hidden blades, those were an obvious choice for any situation. Finally, throwing knives, for if the crossbow is too slow. He was ready for anything, and in this high tech future, he couldn't be anything less.

She nodded, flattening her back against the wall, sidling along, and looked around the corner briefly. Wait for it, wait.... She waved Ezio over, motioned to herself, then to the right, to him, then to the left. Easier to figure out. He could take out the distance target better than she could.

Quickly, she turned, going around the cover, sprinting to the nearby ammo box and ducking low, waiting, silent. She looked over again. Nobody'd seen her. Quickly, she scanned the area... okay, the MP7 guy she had was coming closer, mumbling to himself about "the octopus" and "GEKKOs." Nothing that was her particular problem, but she waited, looking as he peered back into the tent, waited for the one with the SCAR-H to turn his head a bit...

She moved. Before he could react, she stood, wrapping a hand around his neck, then an arm completely to the elbow, and forced him down. a hand chopped down on his neck, shocking him, and she kneed him up in the back of the head as a last move, knocking him unconscious. Quickly, she pulled him over, forcing him into a position prone behind the box so as to keep him out of sight. One down, no issues.

Look over. Okay, the guy seemed to see something was up.

The mercenary came over, gun in hand, looking over the cover... and saw the body, but nobody else. Noth--

A hand grabbed him around the waist took his sidearm out  and discarded it quickly before the other hand, holding a black, suppressed handgun, came around the side, pointing at his chin before he could get a good look at it.

"Not. A sound."

He seemed to agree to this notion, even as he was walked around the side, out the door....and bashed against the outer wall by the side of his head, some blood spilling in the process. Mission accomplished on her side.