Later the same day
"Ah, [poop], I was right. It was too easy. As soon as we pulled into the hideout, I saw one of the most horrible sights ever. A bunch of vigilantes surrounded the building, armed and pulling out dead bodies. Those dead bodies were... all the other Damascus Assassins. During my assassination, these people, clearly pro-Greek, must have been able to piece where our base was and seiged the building. How we lost even I can't figure out, but the important thing is that they hated us, and we were now there.
The main guy started yelling at his friends right after he noticed us, and then they started firing at us. We both ducked down, and Fariha told me to "stop dicking around and open the glove department". Opening it, I saw she stashed two pistols. I tossed her one and grabbed the other. Meanwhile, they had SMGs and assault rifles, and from that moment I thought I knew I would die there. However, Fariha had other thoughts, and she opened the car door, and started using it as cover. I did the same, as I had no better ideas at this point besides not dying.
The gunfight was intense. They were hellbent on killing the "Assassin [censored]" that were "disturbing the peace". Eventually the two doors got so busted that we each fled to different cars. After about a minute or so of continuous fire, I reached a dilemma. There was still three guys left, but I was out of ammo. Fariha somehow had more ammo than I did; she probably keeps it with her like if she's some post-doomsday survivor. Anyways, she got hit in her hand and her gun flew away from her and slid underneath a car. While she frantically reached for it, it finally dawned to me that not only would I die today, but she would as well. Apparently, that made me grow a pair, as I jumped out screaming, hidden blade exposed, and stabbed one of the three right in the heart. The other two were too shocked to react, and I was able to stab the second guy two times in the chest. The third guy finally got it into him, and pulled out an emergency pistol. I heard the BOOM, and I saw that he collapsed. Fariha got her gun and the shot.
I was hyperventilating at that point, and I stared at her. After about ten seconds of silence, she told me about how we didn't have much time and that we need to go to Order lands before others find us. I nodded and we both went in to get what we needed. Those people weren't done dragging out the bodies, as corpses littered the place. I thought I was going to puke. The first thing I did was to change out of the white clothes into something less obvious. Then I took my ceremonial robes and anything else I might need to prove my membership. After that, I grabbed a crapton of food in case we needed to go on foot or some other emergency. Meanwhile, she stole the keys to a van some Assassin had and took some weapons from around the building. Fariha tossed me an antique SMG that had to be multiple centuries old. She stated she found it in Adib's room, our resident gun nut, and that he claimed it was used in the Second World War by the Nazis when he was alive. Neither of us remembered what it was called, neither of us cared. We got into the van and drove off.
Next stop: Lebanon"
-Omar
