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As Alistair focused, he could see a slight distortion with a vague humanoid shape. It seemed to be a more refined version of those other assassins' technology, making it even less noticeable. Another quake, and Alistair struggled to keep his balance. When everything was steady again, he bolted...

There didn't seem to be any enemies yet, and the bomb disposal went on without issue, at least for the moment. Then a young man passed by him, who had a look of what appeared to be desperation on his face. Someone who wanted help but couldn't quite say it. Alistair followed him while carefully...

It was always something, Alistair thought as he ran through the Mississippi’s lower decks, doing what he could to help. There were no small amount of corpses here, human or lizard, and Alistair himself had suffered wounds as well. He took a moment to wipe blood that was about to trickle down on...