I woke up on a rather thick sleeping bag and sat up, rubbing my head. I couldn't see any windows so I had no idea what time it was or even what day it was. I was in a rather small stone room with one doorway. There was light coming from there but I had a feeling it wasn't from the sun. Another sleeping bag was on the ground beside me, so I assumed someone else was sleeping in here too at times.

I tried to remember what happened before I woke up. Abstergo had picked me up about two weeks back. They put me through too many tests and got me started in the Animus before I started losing it. I couldn't stand anything about that place. The all white everything, the same meals everyday and the endless hours in the Animus. That was probably my favorite time of day because I didn't have to deal with anything. Plus it was fun.

They had revived all my Assassin qualities by letting me go into the Animus. I had been trained by my mother and older brother as a child and stayed in the community until I was eighteen. I was never the strongest Assassin so I chose to go to school instead and my mother had no arguments, thankfully. I had studied languages like crazy and made my family and their community proud. I went for years without physical training and that was when Abstergo grabbed me.

I managed to make a plan with one of the techs to help me escape. I knew that there was some reason why they were riding me so hard to get into the memories. They needed me but I couldn't stay there. She had helped me to get to the front door and I watched her get killed for helping me before I ran until I passed out. I had nothing from there.

"Oh, you're up," The voice made me jump. I turned to look at him only to realize he looked vaguely framiliar.

"Where am I?" I asked, confused.

"Well, after we pulled you out of the Templar's claws, we ran over here and hid in this old Assassin Cellar," The man explained.

"Yes but where are we? And who are you?" I repeated my question.

"We're in rural France," He said and smiled. He had a scar above his lip that I'd seen before… Somewhere in the Animus. "My name is Desmond Miles."

"I know who you are now," I laughed. "You were the first to escape."

"And now you're the second," He smirked. I still knew it from somewhere.

"Hey Rebecca, She's up," He called out the door.

"Oh!" Another voice said and a woman with short, black hair came into view. "Here, you're probably hungry."

"Thanks," I said and ate the soup she gave me. It was actually pretty good. Before leaving, Desmond winked at me. It was weird, and I didn't like it. The one thing I knew about Desmond was that he was incredibly full of himself and that is not attractive.

"So Tess, how do you feel?" Rebecca asked.

"I feel okay," I answered. " A little weak but overall, I'm fine."

"Good," She said, still being friendly. I knew she would end up being a good friend to me. "Because we need to get you working with Shaun and into the Animus."

"Who's Shaun?" I asked, confused again.

"Oh right," Rebecca said. "Shaun's our nerd. He can be a bit much sometimes though."

"What do you mean?" I pushed, wanting to know more about the mystery nerd.

"He's very," She paused. "Cold and snappy sometimes. He likes to be sarcastic and make rude comments."

"I'm pretty quick witted myself," I laughed a little. "I think I can handle myself and him."

"He'll wear you down eventually," Rebecca smirked. "Let's go meet the little demon so we can get you to work."

"Or I'll wear him down first," I joked. "Let's get this over with."

I got up and walked over pretty slowly, considering I sprinted for way longer than it should be possible. Rebecca led me into the other room and it was huge. The walls were perfect for practicing climbing. My legs hurt like hell and I was considering getting Desmond to push me around in a rolling chair all day. I mean, I may not like him but flirting with him could have its advantages. That thought was soon blow out of the water because he was being an idiot and climbing all over the walls. When he saw me, he winked again. It made me want to gag. I did notice, however, that there were runes all over the walls. We ended up behind a dark head of hair that was staring intently at his computer.

"Here's your newest subject Shaun," Rebecca said. "Don't you dare frighten her."

"I make no promises," the voice had a British accent.

Shaun turned around so I could see him. He was average I guess. He had almost coppery hair and rectangular glasses and looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple days. His eyes looked me up and down and I knew Rebecca wasn't lying when she told me what he was like.

"As long as she doesn't bother me with mindless chit chat like Desmond," Shaun said.

"Good luck," Rebecca told me and pulled over a chair before leaving.

I sat in it and pulled my feet up. I was sitting across from Shaun so I took this opportunity to study him. His hands were precisely tapping at the keys without making a single mistake but still moving faster than anyone I've ever seen. He had a blank expression on his face as his eyes focused on whatever was on the screen. He had a few creases on his forehead, probably from long nights of frustrating research or decryption and his hair was getting a little longer than I assumed he would like.

"What's your last name?" Shaun asked, making me laugh.

"Good luck, it's Cooper," I chuckled as I watched him sigh. This is going to be fun.

"Where's your family from?" He asked.

"France, Germany, Italy and Paraguay," I smirked, knowing I was bothering him.

"Bloody pick one!" Shaun glared at me.

"France," It was funny to see him go red in the face and make an even bigger ass of himself.

"Finally," He sighed. "Are you being a twat on purpose or does it just happen?"

"You're going to have to try harder to insult me, mon chou," I cooed the last part. "Why are you so bitter anyways?"

"Don't call me that," He replied, although he didn't seem to fight me very hard. "And I just am who I am."

"I bet you don't even know what I called you," I jabbed. "And being you doesn't seem like very much fun."

"It is if you can find someone who can keep up," Shaun smiled a little. "Now come here and help me sort through all this shit."