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 helmet, 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 helmeted 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 visor of the soldier's helmet visor.

"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.