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“Mister Miles as this is your fourth time in my court for drunk and disorderly charges; I’m going to make an example out of you one thousand hours of community service at E.T.A. center. Perhaps learning how to respect the creatures there will teach you to respect all life.”
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Desmond Miles kept replaying those words in his head as he walked in the front door of The Ethical Treatment of Assassin’s center. He hated the little humanoid looking animals. Mostly because his aunts Altair had chased him up a tree when we was a kid and he’d been stuck up it for hours. The rest because the little things creeped him out they looked too human.
The E.T.A build was a large three story structure that was building in an inverted ‘V’ shape, with the open area fenced in to give the animals a run of sorts.
The main entry way of the center was dominated by a large receptionist’s desk, where a pretty blond was sitting behind it typing away on the expensive looking computer there.
“Um, hello? I’m Desmond Miles here to do community service?” Desmond said to blond once he got to the desk, trying to smile at her.
“Mr. Hasting will be down to collect you shortly. Sit over there.” The blond told him without looking away from her work or even halting her rapid fire typing. She just tilted her head at the neat row of chairs to her left.
“…Okay.” He couldn’t help but feeling miffed about being brushed off like that but took a seat any way. After cooling his heels for almost an hour with nothing but the blonds typing to keep him company as the woman couldn’t be lured into a conversation. He was finally collected by a rather harassed looking British man he assumed was ‘Mr. Hastings’.
“You must be Desmond Miles, I’m Shaun Hastings” The man said scowling at him and pushing his glasses up. “We normally don’t take community service volunteers but as this court ordered I suppose there’s no fighting the matter. Do you know anything about Homo Assassinus?”
“My aunt had an old Altair when I was kid?” Desmond said with a slight shrug.
“The fact your family had a wild animal as a pet worries me.”
“I didn’t even like the thing, and it hated me.”
“That makes everything better”
“I can tell I’m just going to LOVE being stuck here for a thousand hours of my life.”
“Yes well the judge didn’t sentence you with this because he thought it would be happy fun play time for you.”
The Brit was a bit taller than Desmond with fashionably spiked brown hair, glasses, and was way too well dressed to spend all day working with a bunch of wild animals. “Well, follow me than I’ll explain what we’ll have you doing while you’re here, as I show you around.”
Desmond trailed after Shaun as he lead the way into the back where the animal where kept.
He’d expected tons of tiny and cramped cages with dozens of angry animals hissing ans spitting at them as they passed.
But what he found where sizable enclosures that where larger than his one bedroom apartment. Each enclosure had a large window that faced the outside of the building and another in the hall they were walking down to the creatures inside could have a look at the outside world and their keepers could keep an eye on them. Simple looking but heavy metal doors kept the assassin’s in and people without keys out. Inside they looked like patches of forest separated with walls and covered by glass ceilings.
Desmond guessed most of the trees where fake or they’d grow through those ceilings. Most of the enclosures have some kind of rock den in them as well.
“Right here are our oldest residents, an Altair and Maria pair. We call the Altair One Eye because he was blinded in one eye in a scrap with a Malik some years back, the Maria the only one we have right now, so she’s just Maria. Their about fifty we think, not much will get either of them going unless you’re stupid enough to get in between them and their meal or each other.” Shaun stopped long enough for Desmond to peer into the first enclosure where the pair lounged in the patch of sun their window gave. All Desmond could really make out was a pile of the white clothing the assassin’s wore with two dark heads of hair snuggled closed to each other.
“Across the way is one of the three Ezio Leonardo pairs. The Ezio’ll charge if you linger in the enclosure for too long. They were just sent to us so they don’t have names quit yet.”
Desmond dutifully followed Shaun as the man lead him on a tour of the enclosures giving him small bios of each of the assassins they past. Most of them where in mated pairs as the creatures tended to do, Desmond pretty much ignored the names and listened for the warnings about what not to do around them. All told there were about thirty of them at the center.
The last three residents where all singles as Shaun called them. An severely injured Leonardo that Shaun said had lost his mate in a fight with a couple Templar’s that the people at the Center where calling ‘Leo’, an older Malik that had hissed at them as they passed his window, Shaun had smirked and said that ‘Mal’ didn’t much care for people, but if you had food he wouldn’t attack.
The last of the three found them. It was a smug Ezio, with a tracking tag in his left ear that read ‘Six’ on it. The cheerful little fellow popped out of nowhere and greeted them with a brightly chirped “HI!” and sauvé grin.
“Six you’re not supposed to be out.” Shaun scolded assassin who twitched his ears and babbled at them in the weird pseudo language, that all the assassin breeds ‘spoke’ before trying to duck around them and head for Mal’s enclosure. “At-at-a you’re not going to bother Mal again, Six.” Shaun said waggling his finger at Six.
The Ezio snorted and flicked his tail before sauntering away from them in the typical Ezio fashion. “Six is probably the tamest Ezio alive.”Shaun said with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck. “We released him into the wild once. Two month later he turned up back here he’d gotten into his old enclosure and chased the Altair we’d moved in out.”
Desmond just nodded a followed Shaun to Six’s enclosure. “Six pretty much has free run of the center if you see him in the kitchens or headed for the lobby try and herd him away from there. He probably won’t listen unless you bribe him though. Did you pick the lock again, Six?” Desmond swore the man had an indulgent smile on his face as Six chirred and wiggling his fingers at thing and gave a sing-song “Ta-da~”
After that Six trailed after them as Shaun gave him a full tour of the center ending in the kitchen. “Mostly you’ll be feeding the Assassin’s maybe cleaning the enclosures after they get used to you. Feeding is simple, I’m sure even you won’t be able to mess it up. Leonardos don’t eat meat so we feed them a kilo and a half of mixed fruits and vegetables, which are in the refrigerator here.” Shaun explained to him with a tone that said he would speak that way to a very small child.
“We’ve staff that weighs and packags the feed, big bags are for the Leonardos” He pulled out a large plastic zip top back. “The smaller ones are part of the other’s meals.” He tossed the two bags on the large counter top and pulled two metal trays off a shelf
“Always use two trays, generally they won’t fight over food but it’s just safer not to test fate. Dump the bag on the tray, get the vitamin supplement power, coat thoroughly.” He demonstrated as he spoke coating the food on the tray with expert ease shaking it to make sure he got all the pieces covered.
“Leonardos are the only ones with special diets the rest you just take one of the small packs of mix, and one of the packs of meat from the other refrigerator and do the same with it.” He had Desmond do the second tray while he watched. “Good enough. You’ll have to make single trips for each pair, and then pick up all the trays when you’re done, they get fed twice a day, and we’ll expect you to do both. Once starting at 8am it should only take you an hour to get them all fed, than before you leave at five.”
“You want me here for nine hours a day?!” Desmond yelped staring at Shaun.
“If you’re here nine hours a day, it will only take you one hundred and eleven days to finish up your thousand hours.” The Brit said dryly scowling at him.
“Mister Miles as this is your fourth time in my court for drunk and disorderly charges; I’m going to make an example out of you one thousand hours of community service at E.T.A. center. Perhaps learning how to respect the creatures there will teach you to respect all life.”
~~~
Desmond Miles kept replaying those words in his head as he walked in the front door of The Ethical Treatment of Assassin’s center. He hated the little humanoid looking animals. Mostly because his aunts Altair had chased him up a tree when we was a kid and he’d been stuck up it for hours. The rest because the little things creeped him out they looked too human.
The E.T.A build was a large three story structure that was building in an inverted ‘V’ shape, with the open area fenced in to give the animals a run of sorts.
The main entry way of the center was dominated by a large receptionist’s desk, where a pretty blond was sitting behind it typing away on the expensive looking computer there.
“Um, hello? I’m Desmond Miles here to do community service?” Desmond said to blond once he got to the desk, trying to smile at her.
“Mr. Hasting will be down to collect you shortly. Sit over there.” The blond told him without looking away from her work or even halting her rapid fire typing. She just tilted her head at the neat row of chairs to her left.
“…Okay.” He couldn’t help but feeling miffed about being brushed off like that but took a seat any way. After cooling his heels for almost an hour with nothing but the blonds typing to keep him company as the woman couldn’t be lured into a conversation. He was finally collected by a rather harassed looking British man he assumed was ‘Mr. Hastings’.
“You must be Desmond Miles, I’m Shaun Hastings” The man said scowling at him and pushing his glasses up. “We normally don’t take community service volunteers but as this court ordered I suppose there’s no fighting the matter. Do you know anything about Homo Assassinus?”
“My aunt had an old Altair when I was kid?” Desmond said with a slight shrug.
“The fact your family had a wild animal as a pet worries me.”
“I didn’t even like the thing, and it hated me.”
“That makes everything better”
“I can tell I’m just going to LOVE being stuck here for a thousand hours of my life.”
“Yes well the judge didn’t sentence you with this because he thought it would be happy fun play time for you.”
The Brit was a bit taller than Desmond with fashionably spiked brown hair, glasses, and was way too well dressed to spend all day working with a bunch of wild animals. “Well, follow me than I’ll explain what we’ll have you doing while you’re here, as I show you around.”
Desmond trailed after Shaun as he lead the way into the back where the animal where kept.
He’d expected tons of tiny and cramped cages with dozens of angry animals hissing ans spitting at them as they passed.
But what he found where sizable enclosures that where larger than his one bedroom apartment. Each enclosure had a large window that faced the outside of the building and another in the hall they were walking down to the creatures inside could have a look at the outside world and their keepers could keep an eye on them. Simple looking but heavy metal doors kept the assassin’s in and people without keys out. Inside they looked like patches of forest separated with walls and covered by glass ceilings.
Desmond guessed most of the trees where fake or they’d grow through those ceilings. Most of the enclosures have some kind of rock den in them as well.
“Right here are our oldest residents, an Altair and Maria pair. We call the Altair One Eye because he was blinded in one eye in a scrap with a Malik some years back, the Maria the only one we have right now, so she’s just Maria. Their about fifty we think, not much will get either of them going unless you’re stupid enough to get in between them and their meal or each other.” Shaun stopped long enough for Desmond to peer into the first enclosure where the pair lounged in the patch of sun their window gave. All Desmond could really make out was a pile of the white clothing the assassin’s wore with two dark heads of hair snuggled closed to each other.
“Across the way is one of the three Ezio Leonardo pairs. The Ezio’ll charge if you linger in the enclosure for too long. They were just sent to us so they don’t have names quit yet.”
Desmond dutifully followed Shaun as the man lead him on a tour of the enclosures giving him small bios of each of the assassins they past. Most of them where in mated pairs as the creatures tended to do, Desmond pretty much ignored the names and listened for the warnings about what not to do around them. All told there were about thirty of them at the center.
The last three residents where all singles as Shaun called them. An severely injured Leonardo that Shaun said had lost his mate in a fight with a couple Templar’s that the people at the Center where calling ‘Leo’, an older Malik that had hissed at them as they passed his window, Shaun had smirked and said that ‘Mal’ didn’t much care for people, but if you had food he wouldn’t attack.
The last of the three found them. It was a smug Ezio, with a tracking tag in his left ear that read ‘Six’ on it. The cheerful little fellow popped out of nowhere and greeted them with a brightly chirped “HI!” and sauvé grin.
“Six you’re not supposed to be out.” Shaun scolded assassin who twitched his ears and babbled at them in the weird pseudo language, that all the assassin breeds ‘spoke’ before trying to duck around them and head for Mal’s enclosure. “At-at-a you’re not going to bother Mal again, Six.” Shaun said waggling his finger at Six.
The Ezio snorted and flicked his tail before sauntering away from them in the typical Ezio fashion. “Six is probably the tamest Ezio alive.”Shaun said with a sigh rubbing the back of his neck. “We released him into the wild once. Two month later he turned up back here he’d gotten into his old enclosure and chased the Altair we’d moved in out.”
Desmond just nodded a followed Shaun to Six’s enclosure. “Six pretty much has free run of the center if you see him in the kitchens or headed for the lobby try and herd him away from there. He probably won’t listen unless you bribe him though. Did you pick the lock again, Six?” Desmond swore the man had an indulgent smile on his face as Six chirred and wiggling his fingers at thing and gave a sing-song “Ta-da~”
After that Six trailed after them as Shaun gave him a full tour of the center ending in the kitchen. “Mostly you’ll be feeding the Assassin’s maybe cleaning the enclosures after they get used to you. Feeding is simple, I’m sure even you won’t be able to mess it up. Leonardos don’t eat meat so we feed them a kilo and a half of mixed fruits and vegetables, which are in the refrigerator here.” Shaun explained to him with a tone that said he would speak that way to a very small child.
“We’ve staff that weighs and packags the feed, big bags are for the Leonardos” He pulled out a large plastic zip top back. “The smaller ones are part of the other’s meals.” He tossed the two bags on the large counter top and pulled two metal trays off a shelf
“Always use two trays, generally they won’t fight over food but it’s just safer not to test fate. Dump the bag on the tray, get the vitamin supplement power, coat thoroughly.” He demonstrated as he spoke coating the food on the tray with expert ease shaking it to make sure he got all the pieces covered.
“Leonardos are the only ones with special diets the rest you just take one of the small packs of mix, and one of the packs of meat from the other refrigerator and do the same with it.” He had Desmond do the second tray while he watched. “Good enough. You’ll have to make single trips for each pair, and then pick up all the trays when you’re done, they get fed twice a day, and we’ll expect you to do both. Once starting at 8am it should only take you an hour to get them all fed, than before you leave at five.”
“You want me here for nine hours a day?!” Desmond yelped staring at Shaun.
“If you’re here nine hours a day, it will only take you one hundred and eleven days to finish up your thousand hours.” The Brit said dryly scowling at him.