It begins [Video]
[The screen bursts to life as the occurrences proceed. The visual feed is blurred, and nothing but the noise of distortion can be perceived. It is then that the screen image becomes clear. The Eagle focuses his view on the small device with a slightly befuddled look. Altair, not being of an era of quick technology and flashing lights, appeared to be strained by this small glowing object]
How in all of earth do you work this?
[He spoke into the devise in his fraternal language, that being archaic arabic.]
[Altair released a soft sigh of defeat after he gave up on toying with his communicator, and decided to put attention to the more important things. His surroundings did not say much, this due to the fact that he found himself in the halls of one of the aged apartments. The eagle's eyes did manage to get captured by several metallic heaters, and other devices that he had never seen (That now were completely disfunctional). There was another small moment of distortion on the audio as the assassin accidentally place his leather-rough thumb over the audio device.]
How did [ssshhhhhhs] get here [shhhsshhhh] the first place?
[As the screen keeps receiving feed, you can tell that it was suddenly dropped. The visual feed became extremly unclear and blurred, as a loud crack noise from the communicator dropping was made]
[ssssshhhhshhhhhhssshhhh]
[The screen suddenly became viewable once more; but only for a few more seconds. From the angle of the communicator, the screen revealed Altair, as he hid in the shadows. The Eagle had heard something (or so he thought) and now lurked. The soft reflection of a minimal quantity of light flickered from the now drawn hidden blade. The assassin was ready for about anything]
[It is then when the video and audio feeds are completely cut off.]
How in all of earth do you work this?
[He spoke into the devise in his fraternal language, that being archaic arabic.]
[Altair released a soft sigh of defeat after he gave up on toying with his communicator, and decided to put attention to the more important things. His surroundings did not say much, this due to the fact that he found himself in the halls of one of the aged apartments. The eagle's eyes did manage to get captured by several metallic heaters, and other devices that he had never seen (That now were completely disfunctional). There was another small moment of distortion on the audio as the assassin accidentally place his leather-rough thumb over the audio device.]
How did [ssshhhhhhs] get here [shhhsshhhh] the first place?
[As the screen keeps receiving feed, you can tell that it was suddenly dropped. The visual feed became extremly unclear and blurred, as a loud crack noise from the communicator dropping was made]
[ssssshhhhshhhhhhssshhhh]
[The screen suddenly became viewable once more; but only for a few more seconds. From the angle of the communicator, the screen revealed Altair, as he hid in the shadows. The Eagle had heard something (or so he thought) and now lurked. The soft reflection of a minimal quantity of light flickered from the now drawn hidden blade. The assassin was ready for about anything]
[It is then when the video and audio feeds are completely cut off.]