Chapter 1: All That Trust Just Went out the Window!
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If you asked Declan MacRae what he would have done today, been kidnapped by a pharmaceutical corporation and sent to it's headquarters in Rome would not be at the top of his list. His hazel-green green eyes opened when he felt the van had stopped moving and he was escorted out of the vehicle and up in what looked like a private room. A blonde woman was working on a computer that was attached to some sort of bed and an old man in a lab coat came out.
"Ahh, you must be Declan MacRae" he said and whilst he may have sounded friendly, he could tell it was forced.
"Dr. Warren Vidic, head of research at Abstergo" the Brit said.
"You've done your homework" the man said simply. Another man, this one younger, was dragged out of his room by some guards protesting all the way.
"You want to tell me why Abstergo security guards arrived at my home and tricked me into going with them, only to be knocked out and thrown in a van?" he asked, sounding formal. He watched behind as the man climbed onto the table, his body matching it's curved shape.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" he asked and walked over to the table. The younger man looked rather unsettled as a screen slid across his vision before all of a sudden he was out like a light. It wasn't long before a problem seemed to arise and he focused on the younger. The screen was all of a sudden retracted and he shot up.
"Are you okay?" the woman asked, concerned. The conversation passed over the Brit who was looking around until a particular part of the conversation caught his attention.
"You both have information we need" Vidic said.
"Information? I'm a bartender for Christ sakes! What do you want me to do? Teach you how to mix a Martini?" he asked and then the Brit voiced his objections.
"I'm nothing more than a librarian" he said.
"We know who you both are, what you both are" he said and the both looked at one another with a hint of concern.
"We don't know what you're talking about" they both said in unison.
"Don't play coy with me. There isn't time. You're Assassins. And whether you realize it or not, you've got something that my employers want. Locked away in those heads of yours" the doctor said.
"I'm not an Assassin. Not any more" Desmond said.
"I left to pursue a normal life. I don't appreciate the fact you went through a private file" the Brit said, hazel-green eyes cold and as hard as stone.
"Your file tells the truth at least. Cold to those he doesn't know" he said as though reciting a line out of it.
"Forgive me for not been nice after your men were so bloody courteous. Fact of the matter is, you bastard, is that you've kidnapped innocents" he said and he could see the sympathy in the woman, Lucy if he recalled correctly. "So cut to the bloody chase and tell us what you want from us" he said his voice calm and cold.
"For you to do as you're told. The Animus will allow us to locate what we need. Once we have it, you'll be free to go" he said.
"I'm not going back in there!" Desmond said.
"I'm not going in there period" the Brit said.
"Then we'll induce a coma and continue our work. When we're done, you'll be left to die. Truth be told, the only reason you're both still conscious is because this approach saves us time" he said and the Brit bristled even more at the fact that the man spoke about killing someone like it was an everyday topic.
"You're insane!" Desmond said.
"I can't believe that the most trusted pharmaceutical corporation in the world is filled with bloody murderers" Declan said.
"So what is it, you two? Live or die?" he asked. Neither voiced any objections. "Lie down" he said to Desmond. This time he was more relaxed, and Warren even had the courtesy to explain it all over again.
"Where am I?" Desmond asked as the glass screen showed information on many things.
"You're inside the Animus" Warren said.
"Which is...?" he asks.
"It's a projector which renders genetic memories in three dimensions" he explained.
"Genetic memories?" Desmond asked. Declan was listening intently to this. Whilst he had a rather extreme dislike for the man, he found the whole thing somewhat interesting. May as well know as he knew it would be his turn.
"Seems you'll need a bit of a tutorial. Very well. Let's start simple. What is a memory? Either of you can answer" he said.
"It's a recollection of a past event" Desmond supplied.
"Specific to the individual remembering the event" Vidic finished.
"Yeah, sure" Desmond said.
"What if I told you the human body not only housed an individual's memories, but the memories of his ancestors as well? Genetic memory, if you will" Vidic began to explain.
"So almost like a past life?" Declan asked.
"Almost but no. The reason why we were interested in you was because you shared the ancestors that Desmond has. Two people can't live the same past life but the memories can be passed down" Lucy explained. At this point Desmond and Vidic were going over their tutorial.
"So whilst Desmond is in there, we'll be able to see what he sees?" Declan asked.
"All on this screen. We'll see how his ancestor lived, what he did" she said.
"But why cant we access these memories normally?" he asked, Warren spoke then as Desmond was already unconscious.
"It's deep in the brain. Unless you are told that they exist they remain hidden from you. Even then, you need the Animus to display all of the memories exactly how they happened" he explained and the Brit watched.
"Why else did you need me?" he asked.
"Everyone has a particularly strong connection to a certain ancestor. Despite the problem we just had with Desmond, he is still more synchronised with his ancestor" Lucy explained.
"And who is this ancestor?" he asked.
"Altair Ibn-La Ahad" Lucy said.
"Grand master of the order from the Crusades? We both have genetic memories from him?" the Brit asked and Warren raised a brow. "I read up on the history of our order. I know all my ancestors and what they did" he explained. "So I have a strong connection with one of my ancestors. One of which you seemed interested in. Who?" he asked.
"Connor Kenway" Lucy said. He looked down at her hands for a brief moment and saw that she had four fingers, her ring finger tucked away, but given as a subliminal message. She was an Assassin.
"So my ancestor from the revolution" he said.
"Precisely. Watch now for this is what you must do" Warren said.
(Unknown amount of time later)
Warren and Lucy just left the room to head to the conference room and from the sounds of things, it would seem that a debate was on the go. Desmond sat up, looking rather groggy and exhaled a large breath.
"You okay?" Declan asked, concerned.
"It was so surreal. Solomon's Temple. Who would've thought that I'd get a chance to see it, even if I ain't in my own body" he said and the Brit chuckled a little. Desmond walked into the bedroom then and left the Brit to look around.
"Looks like jumping out of here is out of the question" he said as he looked outside the large glass windows. They were high up, and with no buildings that could allow for a safe jump out, they were stuck there for however long they were needed and he soon raised a question in his own mind. Did Warren mean it when he said that they would be let go? Or did he intend to have them killed once they have done what is necessary?
(Following morning)
Lucy gently shook the Brit awake and despite his weak protests he cracked an eye open, his features softening at the sight of her small smile. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, before changing into a white, sleeveless zip-up shirt and jeans.
"Why am I up early? Desmond has the strongest connection to Altair" he asked groggily.
"He wants you synced to Connor when we've finished. After that we'll let you out and you can stay and watch the memories" she said.
"Loads of fun" he said sarcastically.
"I know. I'm sorry for the rough treatment. Warren's on a deadline to get this information" she said and he waved her off.
"Don't apologise for him. The only reason why I'm doing this is to keep myself alive and then I can leave. I get to leave my past behind me" he said with a small sigh. They left the room and he lay down on the Animus, the screen sliding across his view and a DNA strand showed up.
"Your eyes decide the memory. We'll just send you in as he is when he became an Assassin so we don't waste any time" Warren said and he nodded. Unconsciousness soon caught him in it's dark embrace.
(Davenport Homestead)
Connor was very rarely unnerved by anything, yet the odd presence in his mind had him concerned, especially as he could feel emotions coming from it. Mainly guilt, hopelessness and sadness, but he refused to bring it up with Achilles, lest he look like a mad man wielding a lot of sharp implements.
To top it off, the Piece of Eden seems to be glowing at his every passing, as though calling out to him, and it always seems urgent. That he did bring up with the older man, but he said that it was old and they didn't hold enough understanding of them to know how they work properly. He opened up the wooden box which held the Apple and gently picked it up, still glowing. A flash of white forced him to cover his eyes but as quick as it came, it had gone. Opening his eyes, he looked at what the Apple had produced. It was a hologram of a man, who was about his age, his build even and he was dressed in clothes that have never been seen in this country.
"Who is he?" he asked, yet he received no answer. The presence seemed to confirm that the body he was seeing right now had something to do with why he was in his mind. He heard the presence speak, with a lot of relief he might add.
'That is me. You have to forgive me for the intrusion but I'm been forced into this against my will' he said, voice distinctly British. Connor mentally responded in kind.
'Who are you?' he asked.
'It's quite the story, and I can't explain it but you have to believe me when I say this. You're my old ancestor' the voice replied. 'I come from Britain, well advanced in my time. I am also an Assassin' he said. Connor took a minute to look at the hologram of the man. He looked quite similar, the only difference been the fact that his body was a little more lean, his hair was shorter, his skin a little bit lighter and his eyes were hazel-green instead of brown like his. His features were a little more sharp as well.
'I believe you. As far-fetched as it is, I cannot fault it. But these people, who are they?' the Native-American asked.
'I don't know. But I have a suspicion that they are modern day Templars. I found a red cross like the one they use on their rings in a room' he said, voice concerned. The presence all of a sudden cut off, but the hologram remained. He looked down at the ancient artefact and whispered.
"I don't know who he is, but take me to him. He needs me" he said, hazel-green eyes flashing in his mind, the colour most alluring to him and when filled with the hopelessness, guilt and sadness he had sensed, he couldn't leave him to suffer at the Templars hands. Warm, white light enveloped him and he soon found himself in a grey room. The door slid open at that moment...
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