Chapter 1
Desmond had been stepping on American soil for the first time in months. While in Italy, Desmond learned a lot about himself and about his family but it was time to return home. Of course, he was exactly "off duty", he had come looking for an apple of Eden. According to Shaun (and as annoying as that guy was, he was typically right) it was located in Starling City, with the one and only, Warren Vidic… great.
Desmond waited until the dead of night to throw on his hoodie and investigate. He went to the first place any Assassin would go to for this sort of investigation, the nearest Abstergo office. Abstergo and its partner Merlyn industries shared an office in the more wealthy part of town. Desmond unfortunately was staying in the Glades during his time in Starling, the run-down, poor, criminal-activity-prone, part of the city. After and short, yet scary ride through the Glades; Desmond reached the Merlyn industries building. "Shaun, how the fuck am I supposed to get into Vidic's office on the 57th floor if it's a restricted access building." Shaun, in his British accent which Desmond grew to loathe (even if it was only through a walky-talky), said "Right…. About that, you're going to have to climb 57 floors worth of scaffolding. You might want to get started, have fun!"
After a long, and physically exhausting climb, Desmond leaped through the window of the 57th floor right into Warren Vidic's office. Desmond was clinging to the shadows and preparing his hidden blade when he heard Vidic walk in. Vidic was holding the apple in his hand with the look of a mad-man in his eye as he walked in. Desmond was getting ready to pounce on his target, who had tortured him for years before this, when a second man kicked in the door of the office. Desmond had only seen the man in the green hood for a second before he shot the lights in the office out with an arrow. Desmond, now hiding under a desk, peered up to see what was going on. The man in the green hood had an arrow aimed between Vidic's eyes, and he didn't look like the type of man who would miss. With his fingers on the drawstring, the man in the green hood looked Vidic directly in the face as he yelled "Warren Vidic… You have failed this city."