Rebecca knocked on the door frame of a junior professor's office. This guy had been leaking quite a bit of information from Abstergo and not exactly being discreet about it. The Brotherhood had debated whether or not they should step in before Abstergo did something to him. If they did nothing and this innocent man died, would they be breaking the creed? Eventually, they had decided that they couldn't just let someone die and sent Rebecca to save Shaun Hastings in the nick of time.
"Sorry, I'm not holding office hours right now," Shaun said, without looking up from a stack of papers.
"I'm not one of your students," Rebecca said.
She entered the office without permission, which irked Shaun. He had no idea why she was even at the university. Shaun didn't say it aloud, but she certainly didn't look like an academic. She looked like she would've been one of the stoner kids who almost never came to class. He just wanted her to leave, so he could get back to work.
"Are you looking for one of my colleagues? I could point you in the right direction," Shaun offered.
"I'm looking for you, Shaun. Abstergo's not pleased about your leaks," Rebecca said.
"What do you mean? Are you their representative?" Shaun asked.
"Me? God, no," Rebecca chuckled, but stopped quickly. "You're messing with the wrong people. They're going to send men to kill you soon enough.
"Really?" Shaun asked doubtingly. "They're going to murder me over silly conspiracy theories."
"You could wait for them," Rebecca replied. "Or you could come with me."
"I think I'll wait," Shaun said. "You're insane. Leave before I have to call someone."
Rebecca reluctantly left.
"He didn't listen," she said into a communicator that transmitted to the Brotherhood.
A week or so later, Shaun had forgotten all about the warning. He was out shoveling snow off of the sidewalk. He was renting an apartment here in the States, but the landlord had offered to pay him if he helped with the snow.
A van pulled up and stopped beside him. Two men, both larger than Shaun, hopped out.
"Mr. Hastings!" a gruff voice called out.
"Hello," Shaun said. He tightened his grip on the shovel and wondered if he'd have to take a swing.
"Put the shovel down," the other man said. He moved his coat to reveal a holstered gun.
Shaun dropped the shovel and the two men coerced him to the van. They tied him up and shoved him into the back.
They had gone a few blocks, when one of the men snapped, "Low on fuel?!"
"I filled it yesterday! Someone must have sipho-"
"I don't care. Pull over at this station."
The car came to a stop.
"Fill it up. I'm going to go take a piss."
One of men stormed off, annoyed. The other sighed and exited the car as well. He began to work the gas pump.
"What? It won't take any more-"
Thud! The man stopped talking. The doors of the van flung open and someone cut the bonds holding Shaun. Shaun got up and looked around. The man who had been filling the gas lay unconscious on the ground. Shaun's savior was the lady who had approached him at work.
"Let's go," Rebecca said.
Shaun didn't need to be told twice and got into her car without hesitation. Rebecca hightailed it out of there.
"I've got him," she said into her communication device.
"Who are you?" Shaun asked.
"My name's Rebecca," she replied.
"Thanks, Rebecca."