Damascus, Contested Territory, May 13, 2201
Everyday I trained for this. It all comes down to this. My Hidden Blade is ready for its first blood. Today, I shall become an Ordersman, an Assassin. It is my destiny, my will, my victory.
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A crowd was forming in front of the Umayyad Mosque. Some important religious figures in the Church of Light were coming here to investigate this holy site to see if it is important to their own church. I was instructed to dispatch specifically the head priest being sent, Spiridon Katsaros. His blood would be spilt to send a message to the Greeks, one of getting off our turf.
It was around noontime, and the congregation had arrived. I was standing in front of the Mosque. Muslims were walking into it for prayer, and I sat down in a bench in patience. I didn't want to blow my cover and risk the mission. Still, these assassinations would be easier if we were not forced to wear only whites while doing it. Granted, concerns over stealth has changed our policy of only wearing the traditional robes during an assassination, but I feel uncomfortable being so obvious.
Anyways, the congregation was splitting up, and Katsaros has split off from the main group. Perfect. I got off the bench, and started walking behind him, pretending to pray. I could not let him notice me before it would become too late for him. I could hear him mumble something in Greek, but I couldn't make out anything. He paused near the Dome of the Clock, and I see no one is near. This, I decided, is when I strike.
Jumping up, I pulled down my right ring finger, exposing the Hidden Blade. In one fell swoop, I stabbed him directly in the throat while grabbing his mouth. Muffling his yell, I pulled out the blade and stabbed him again in the lower head to make sure he was dead. Hearing nothing coming out, I then pulled out the eagle feather and dipped it blood. Even now, we still do this to show we were the one who killed the target. I did not bother hiding the body, but I just simply bolted. My target was dead, and all I needed to do was not get caught.
Thankfully, if anyone alerted any guards, I was gone long before they could had cought me. A fellow Assassin had a car for me, and started to drive me down to the local hideout. But it wasn't any old Assassin, but my girlfriend, Fariha Abdulrashid. She was the one who got me invited into the Order in the first place. She smiled and asked to see the feather, which I produced to her. While she didn't have the authority to "confirm" my kill, she knew what the blood-stained feather meant.
She started to beam with joy, and I knew would had crushed me with one of her hugs if she wasn't driving. That woman could use those to kill people if she wanted to. Speaking of which, I didn't feel the same joy for the kill. Distipe what I said earlier, all mysterious and bold, it just didn't feel right. I don't know if I feel remorse, or if the killing was too easy, or something else. The whole thing didn't feel natural, and not in a good way. However, I was both an Assassin and an assassin now, no matter how I looked at it."
-Diary of Omar Hussain, both before and after the assassination of Spiridon Katsaros