Lies Cut Deep

Dropping a microscopic portion of blood onto a slide the Silent Knight places another on top, sticking it under a microscope. He was a versatile warrior trained in various arts of the mind and body but he lacked the definitive understanding of genetics or medical practition beyond the ability t field dress his own wounds, The able bodied Mortimer leaning instead over the slide to Define his genetic material. Max begins to swing on the rings hanging from two stalagtites with precise agility and lucid concentration "What do you think"

Adjusting the focus Mortimer pinches one eye into the slide, The inflections of the people of England prominent in his each syllable of his speech,"It is, quite rare. While You share obvious ties to the Knightfall family, this, Newcastle was it? It's beyond anything I've, or any other I dare say, have come across within the medical field. It defies logic."

Twisting into the air with his feet pointed towards the underground ceiling, his face backward to Mortimer as he turns on the rings, "How so?" He asks in his usual stoic deep tone, words never longer than necessary as he flips forward and releases the rings, his mid air body extending from a ball to plant his feet where his hands were

""As far as I can see, and over the years that sight has limited, You appear to have a healing ability."

"We;ve always known that Morty, my injuries are were never more than superficial." Flipping backward the Assassin's Knight lands on the ground below with a sack of his bare feet on the cold stone.

"Yes, but it's since accelerated since your meeting with the fabled Varius. Once more though one can not simply feed you blood and give you power. Yet that is the case. I'm more than inclined to believe there may have been truth to his words"

"Then this man is less of a liar than Quintus and Jayden already..." He says remembered the manipulative ploys of his now confirmed father with a grimace of ill intent crossing his brown features, believing himself a puppeteer among puppeteers was ingenious, he had only came to realize his strings were thinner but more durable, lasting only until the last few weeks until they were severed by the owl reminiscent Animus, "That's not relevant What I need now is a cross reference, of that blood, with every Interpol station, police station, hospital and god damn nursery across the entire northern hemisphere." His emotions obviously lucid and unpredictable, after his stay in The Pit beneath the House of Solomon, a plce he still had yet to venture into again, the estranged Knightfall learned to digress himself from personal conflict and inner turmoil and delve deeper into his historic and history based work.

Turning quickly with wild eyes behind his calm face the feelig subsided as the man who acted as a true father his entire life place a pearly white gloved hand on his shoulder, "Master Maximus...I have know both you, and your brother, he IS your brother by blood deny it or not; The one thing I know with unmitigated certainty is your brother is many thins, some reputable, some refutable, but he is not a man who gains any reward in destroying lives. Jayden... Jayden is another story in another library entirely."

"..." His silence speaks volumes that no man could udnerstand save the diligent Butler, "Please Morty, just run the blood."

"As you wish, Max- Master Maximus." He stutters in a rare show of forgetting his status as an employee, devoting his life so fully to children of another man playing silent games with the proper gentleman's own emotions over the years. Entering the slide into the data banks and breaking down the cellular distinction into two halves he crosses out the names already know as Knightfalls. Throwing out a search for the Newcastle blood line but disregarding the Knightfall, assuming quickly there were no others left.

3 Days, 14 hours Later

"BEEP BEEP BEEP! match, found." Dripping with sweat the Knightfall catches a second wind at the sound of the computer, dashing over quickly to open the matching files. "Computer. Bio and location."

"Certainly Sir."The feminine computer says with a monotone voice entwined with a slight sexual undertone Name Marcus Antonio. Age: 17 Height "

"Skip to location and and birth records."

"Certainly sir. Plasma origination, St.Micheals Medical, New Jersey. Date of Birth 1995. Last blood examination. 3 days 8 hours ago. Mother's Name: Clarice Michelle Father: Joseph (?). ERROR files appear to be doctored, attempt original configuration? "

"Proceed."

"Certainly sir. Waiting....waiting...wait- Father's name redacted, real Father's name: Jayden Knightfall. Perfect match with the blood line of Maximus Knightfall, sir. "

"He did it....twice. He raped my mother...twice."

"Sir, logic dictates the attempts at conception could've reached into the dozens for each infant."

Throwing the edge of the Sword of God through the screen the Knightfall Dons his iconic Templar armor, whipping his short cape around his shoulders and hopping into the Varius, "Carmela, are you alright? &As always, sir.& Point me to the listed address of the Michelle family..."