Assassins Vs. IPhones- Altair

Entry 2: Altair

"M-Malik…?" Altair's voice hesitantly came from the family room.

Malik sighed and called from the kitchen, "What did you do this time?"

The young Rafik scowled after hearing his brother snort. "Just get in here…"

Malik rolled his eyes and walked into the family room. "Let's see. I bet you got your head
stuck in th—" Malik stopped his sentence short. "WHAT in Allah's name did you do?!"

Altair smirked and scratched the back of his head. "Well I uh… seemed to have broken one
of Desmond's— what did he call it…?"

Malik groaned. "A phone, Altair. It is an IPhone."

The master Assassin looked down at his hand. His hidden blade's point was sticking out of the front of
the IPhone, which was completely falling apart. "Just get it off."

Malik crossed his arms without saying a word. He looked at Altair expectantly.

Altair stared at Malik for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes and said. "Get it off…
please."

Malik smiled. "Alright, then." The one armed Assassin walked over to Altair. "Although, I
would enjoy seeing Desmond beat you up…"

"Just. Help. Me," said Altair through gritted teeth.

Malik sighed and grabbed the phone. "You know…" Malik tried to pull the phone off of the
blade, "This isn't the easiest task for a one-armed Rafik."

"You are fully capable of this, Malik. Now pull!"

Connor was drinking tea in the kitchen, when he heard the two talking.

"Pull harder!"

"I can't!"

"Allah, you're hurting me!"

"Sorry if I'm doing it wrong!"

Connor's eyes widened and he choked on his drink. He put his hand over his mouth, coughing loudly. With one last skeptical glance at his tea, he poured it down the sink and shook his head.

Altair sighed. "You are about to dislocate my shoulder you crazy Rafik!"

"At least I bothered to help, you ungrateful orphaned pain in the rear!"

"Don't even go there, cripple!"

"It's a handicap, idiot!" Malik pulled on the IPhone, a cry of anger escaping his lips. "Allah, Altair, you are so infuriating! Go perform a bloody leap of faith in a pile of
jagged rocks!"

Altair glanced at his hidden blade, now free of the IPhone. He then looked up at Malik,
smiling. "I knew your anger issues would become useful one of these days."

Malik's mouth opened, but no words came out.

Altair raised his hand up, causing Malik to close his mouth. "Do not fret my one-armed
companion. You have done me a great kindness. Now I must hide this phone before Desmond…"

"Hey, guys wh…"

Altair's eyes locked onto Desmond, who had just entered the room.

Desmond looked at the phone, then at Altair. Rage burned in his eyes, and his body shook
in fury. His voice was horrifyingly calm when he spoke, "Altair?"

Altair cleared his throat and swallowed. "Yes…?"

"What is this?"

"Wh—"

"You know EXACTLY what I mean." Desmond's voice grew louder.

"Well you see… I was holding the phone and I uh… well it made a noise and… It just kind of
happened."

"That is the WORST excuse I've heard- EVER!"

"Well you can always get another one?"

"THAT COST ME A TON OF CASH! MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES!"

Altair hesitated. "Well… you can always get the JPhone, right?"

"The "J" phone?" Desmond thought for a bit, then face-palmed. "It doesn't work like that, Altair." He shook his head. "I can't believe I'm related to you..."

Altair shrugged. "It's not always such a bad thing."

"You know what, you're right, Altair." Desmond smiled.

Altair breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great Desmond. You were really starting to scare me-"

"WELL RIGHT NOW, IT'S A HORRIBLE THING!"