"Meeting The Order"
ASSASSIN'S CREED MIRAGEINT. SECRET ROOM - WINTER PALACE
Nehal enters and Basim follows, closing the door behind him. They creep into a hallway. TWO GUARDS walk by.
BASIM - PLAYER [ONO_Breath]
GEN_MIL_ARABIC_MALE_02 (low)
The Caliph appears unsettled. An unruly son is not helping matters.
BASIM - PLAYER [ONO_Breath]
GEN_MIL_ARABIC_MALE_03 (low)
The young man is eager. It's his first time in the palace, is it not? Let him wander, I say.
Basim follows them down the hall and hugs a nearby wall. He peers down it at the guards.
GEN_MIL_ARABIC_MALE_03 (low)
Cater to his needs. This meeting is supposed to be brief, after all.
GEN_MIL_ARABIC_MALE_02 (low)
Here they are. Come.
Basim turns. Across the hall, through some grating, he sees FIVE MASKED PEOPLE walk in, accompanied by guards.
GEN_MIL_ARABIC_MALE_04 (to MASKED PEOPLE)
Through there. The Caliph awaits you.
Basim ducks and hurries down the hall in an effort to get ahead of them.
GEN_MIL_ARABIC_MALE_01 (OFFSCREEN)
They have arrived, Mawlay (my lord).
AL-MUTAWAKKIL (OFFSCREEN)
Out. All of you. I am to meet with them alone.
ABU ‘ABDALLAH (OFFSCREEN)
Father, let me stay!
AL-MUTAWAKKIL (OFFSCREEN)
Take him.
Seen by BASIM through the door grating, looking into a room:
The CALIPH, AL-MUTAWAKKIL, ushers his guards out of the room. He turns, readying himself.
We pan to see:
A chest matching the description given by JASIB earlier sits in the room.
Basim flicks his head. Nehal peers through the grate.
NEHAL (whispered)
Looks heavy. We'll never get it out of the palace.
BASIM - PLAYER (whispered)
Then I will just have to take what is inside.
The main door to the room opens and the FIVE MASKED VISITORS walk in.
AL-MUTAWAKKIL
Gentlemen. Welcome. Everything is in order.
The five of them stand before the chest. One MASK, MASK 1, breaks away and circles to examine it. This is QABIHA, the Head of the Order, who just so happens to be the Caliph's concubine. But he is none the wiser.
The Caliph too eyes the chest with great interest, watching MASK 1 closely.
MASK 1 unlocks and opens the chest. The Caliph doesn't have line of sight and neither do we.
AL-MUTAWAKKIL
I understand this means a great deal to you. Rest assured, it will be well protected here.
Another MASK, MASK 2, speaks.
WASIF AL-TURKI (to Caliph)
We will accept nothing less.
MASK 1 closes and locks the chest, returning to the group. They whisper something to MASK 2.
WASIF AL-TURKI
We will carry out our work and return to you when we are ready. Be prepared, Caliph.
The MASKS turn to leave.
AL-MUTAWAKKIL (nervously)
Ah, might I see it once? The contents?
The MASKS stop and turn, staring the Caliph down.
There is instant regret on the Caliph's face as MASK 2 slowly comes over...
AL-MUTAWAKKIL
If we are to guard this with our lives we should know--
AL-MUTAWAKKIL [ONO_Afraid]
He trails off. MASK 2 is face to face now with the Caliph and his sweat-beaded forehead.
WASIF AL-TURKI
You saw nothing of this. You say nothing. Do you understand?
AL-MUTAWAKKIL (nervously)
Y-yes, of course. Perish the idea.
The MASKS exit the room together. Shaken, the Caliph exits by another door. The chest sits there.
We cut back to Basim and Nehal.
BASIM - PLAYER (whispered)
Now is our chance.