Rise: Origin
In the dusk of the new found totalitarian London people were leaving their places of work. People were only just getting used to police and government officials ruling their lives. No one was happy with the new Prime Minister, Covac Wilson. But it didn't help when he made his first appearance on TV, mentioning the fact that all people with foreign background had to relocate to another part of London. That's when I decided to join the elite of the elite. You and the government know them as infidels and pigs. But I know them as brothers in arms. I know them as Assassin's.
It all started when Covac Wilson, Prime Minister of Great Britain and Grand Mayor of London went on television and spoke out against all foreigners and immigrants. When he made his appearance he had a charm that people couldn't resist, he also came across as intelligent at first as well. But that all changed when he spoke out against his own people live on television. By that time I had had enough, people only voted for him because he promised to sort out their lives but instead made London into a totalitarian state and proposed plans for the whole of Great Britain to become a police state. First I get thrown out into the cold just because I have a hispanic background, then I am forced to leave my job in the police and relocate to another part of London. I had heard of them before, the so called "Terrorists" who were known as Lynx to the government but they called themselves the Order of Freedom. So I decided to find them, to join them and to be a part of something new. I had no clue on how to find them, I only had one lead but he was back in my old job. The only way I could talk to him was by breaking into the Metropolitan Police lock up facility in Central London. I prepared myself for the moment. I had planned all the following day and night. This night was the time. I waited until my charcoal black Casio watch displayed 9:00 in a dark red glow. I got out of my metallic blue van and walked to the side door of the lock up. I pulled out my cheap Chinese pen knife and slide the blade down the back of the lock until I could find the main part of the bolt of the lock. This was a lengthy process and my hands were starting to get cold. I could feel the cold English winds sweeping from the English channel and hitting my face.