This is for my idiota of brother who would rather punch monks, fall of view points and face plant, pickpocket nobles and beggers alike, annoy every guard in sight, and fail air assassinations in every sequence at least once.
David Dahtri was pissed.
For several reasons.
One, his girlfriend of five years had been cheating on him for four of those years. Then, his dog and only friend in his screwed up world had died this morning of old age and David had to bury poor old Rufus. Along with that, the bastards at Abstergo wanted him to gather film for their movie faster and that dick John had him hack some more shit and it turned out he had a very fucking colorful language even though his mother always told him not to cuss. To top it off he was slowly losing his mind. The 2013 version of the Animus supposedly blocked it but he had been hearing about "bleeding effect" from some of the workers who had been at Abstergo longer. Along with that, he had to share problems with a long dead pirate for a stupid movie.
David just stared at the pause screen knowing that if he didn't get back to work he could get fired. It was just a few minutes until his shift was over.
So imstead of taking a few minutes to himself David unpaused the memory and went back to what he, or rather Edward, was doing.
His objective was to infiltrate some fort because of one reason or the next.
David was too angry to truley care about the mission. It wasn't like this was world changing, it was a simulation.
There were two guards with massive axes guarding the front gate of the fortress. In a flash, David figured out how he wanted to spend his last few mintues in the Animus.
He ran torwards them with a spee he knew he could never achieve in real life. Once they saw him they started yelling warnings at him.
For a split second before they realized he wasn't going to stop David doubted his choice. He didn't have time to ponder on it before two axes were swung at him. A split second later found him sliding under and spinning around just in time to duck as they swung at him again.
A few shots rang out and in a couple of seconds David found who was shooting, a patrol on top of the wall.
Grinning, David led them out into the street and started running in circle around them. Laughing as they shouted curses at him. Then laughing even harder when the patrol on the wall ended up shooting one of the guards.
That was how he spent the rest of his shift until the patrol shot and killed both guards and David threw a knife into the patrol's face.
When he logged off he was still grinning. He kept smiling until the next day when he realized he would actually have to do work.
Damn.