Leytonio.
Something I find exceptionally annoying is that whenever I get partway through a story, I get a better idea for another story,
I have put my other one on hold temporarily so a can do this one.
Basic Story- in Sydney resides a potential subject 17 before D. Miles came into play. This is his story.
Disclaimer: I don't own assassins creed or Ubisoft or anything, leave me alone I didn't kill anyone in the production of this story, I hope.
"Warren, we've tracked a potential replacement for Clay."
"Go ahead Miss Stillman"
"I've followed the genealogy of the Italian assassins during the renaissance, and it leads to some of the Australian colonial settlers"
"Do we have a name yet?"
"Not yet, I-"
"Then keep looking"
-Sydney, Australia
"Trial the Animus today! Relive the past in the eyes of your fathers"
It had been the millionth time James had heard the recorded message, he was next in line at the new Abstergo store in Sydney and he was trialling the new Animus system, which from what he had heard was pretty good.
"Next in line please"
James snapped to attention and walked forward.
"Alright, just lay down here, and I'll get you set up"
James lay down on the obscenely hi-tech 'block of steel' as he thought of it, and a curved visor was put in place in front of him.
"You have fifteen minutes"
The woman took a DNA sample from his blood, plugged it into the machine, and the display flickered into life.
Several last names, starting with his, Cordac, arranged themselves In a long list.
He scrolled up, the last names becoming more and more obscure until he saw something.
One of the names was outlined in red.
Confused, James looked at the woman on the computer, who looked equally puzzled.
He selected the name and a warning box showed up:
WARNING: FILE NAME –AUDITORE- HAS BEEN BLOCKED BY ABSTERGO INDUSTRIES
"What's that supposed to mean?" he said aloud
"I'm not sure… for some reason it's blocked. Let me see what I can do…"
A list of names appeared.
"You can't simulate anyone, but at least you can browse the names"
AUDITORE DOMENICO
AUDITORE MARIO
AUDITORE GIOVANNI DA FIRENZE
AUDITORE RENATO
AUDITORE CLAUDIA DA FIRENZE
AUDITORE MARIA DA FIRENZE
AUDITORE EZIO DA FIRENZE
AUDITORE PETRUCCIO DA FIRENZE
AUDITORE FEDERICO DA FIRENZE
AUDITORE FLAVIA
AUDITORE MARCELLO
0110100101110010001110100100101
"I can't get you any more, why not, move to another family?" the woman suggested."
"No… I think I'll go…"
"are you sure? You haven't even tested the Animus yet" she sounded surprised.
"Nah, just not in the mood anymore"
"Alright then…"
The visor retracted and the next in line stepped out.
James jostled past the crowd and looked back as he made for the exit.
The woman from Abstergo was watching him the whole time.
-2 hours later
James walked into his apartment, dumping his bag on the bed. He walked straight over to his desk and sat down, opening his laptop.
Sighing he opened up Abstergo's website.
Welcome to Abstergo Industries home page it read. He didn't feel very welcome.
Clicking on the search bar, he typed in 'Auditore' and clicked search.
Nothing happened.
Frowning, he clicked again.
A small hourglass appeared on the screen.
"Dammit!" he sighed in frustration. His internet was always crashing.
Suddenly the hourglass vanished and the word AUDITORE. appeared on the screen.
Slowly the letters rearranged themselves and formed the words A. ERUDITO.
A small window popped up in the corner of the screen; 'A Erudito is requesting a chat'.
Squinting to make sure he read all of this right, he clicked 'accept'
A. Erudito: Who is this?
J. Cordac: What the hell is going on?
A. Erudito: How do you even know the name Auditore, if you aren't Abstergo employed?
J. Cordac: How would you know if I was?
There was a long pause.
A. Erudito: It is not always safe to talk in this way
J. Cordac: what do you mean?
A. Erudito: sometimes we can be watched
J. Cordac: by who? You aren't making any sense
A. Erudito: how did you hear the name Auditore?
J. Cordac: it was a blocked name when I trialled the Animus
A. Erudito: the name Auditore was in your ancestry?
J. Cordac: yeah…
A. Erudito: And Abstergo has a sample of your DNA?
J. Cordac: I think so
A. Erudito: You have to be incredibly cautious. There is every chance that they are onto you.
J. Cordac: Who is they?
A. Erudito: give me your email and I will tell you everything
J. Cordac: jamesc
A. Erudito: thank you
A. Erudito has disconnected.
"man" James sighed looking at the conversation.
Suddenly a window popped up.
You have been banned from . reason: Contact with user-Erudito
He stared at the message for a few seconds then immediately deleted his history and closed the internet.
His phone beeped twice.
According to his phone, he had two new emails.
Opening up his emails he read the first one.
EMAIL SENDER: alanerudito
EMAIL ATTACHMENTS: The Templars and
BEGIN MESSAGE
They are onto you. I'm sending someone to pick you up at the airport. GET OUT NOW.
END MESSAGE
James opened the second email.
EMAIL SENDER: wvidic
BEGIN MESSAGE
Mr. Cordac,
We at Abstergo require your services for a project we are running. Your capabilities are just the thing we are looking for. We are sending a car to pick you up.
Warren Vidic.
p.s. we have also been informed that you have been making contact with the user 'Erudito' continuing contact will jeopardise your future with Abstergo.
END MESSAGE
James grabbed his bag.
It was time to leave.