I love AC: Syndicate. I've never played it, but I've always wanted to. I love making novelizations, and I've had a few issues in the past with them, but I figured since youtube allows let's plays to be uploaded, it's legal to upload this. Most of this will come straight from the game, but I've added my own little twist on things, too. I hope you enjoy, and remember: reviews are much appreciated.
One click and the computer was up and running, already loading the startup processes with haste. It was amazing how advanced technology within Abstergo had become. A long triangular tunnel of flashing images suddenly flattened into the symbol they were waiting for, and a feminine voice spoke through their earbuds.
"The past is your playground: Abstergo."
They smiled; now all they had to do was wait.
And not a moment later, the symbol began to glitch. The loading bars underneath stalling, then stopping, then disappearing to be replaced by a small red word: ERROR. Then it all blinked away and replacing it was what they recognized, with a grin, to be the Assassin's Insignia, a triangular shape that looked similar to the bottom of an eagle skull. At the bottom a small text read:
Hephaestus Overdrive Successful. Welcome, Assassin.
On the screen a woman appeared, her features glitching mildly from the overdrive processes, but they recognized her immediately: Bishop, the one who had been instructing them for the past several weeks. She had black hair, pulled back as usual, and green eyes. She wore a leather jacket; simple, but tasteful. Bishop cleared her throat before pressing a button. Behind her, a world map flashed to life, marked in several locations with both Abstergo's symbol and the Assassins' Insignia. It looked much akin to a news broadcast.
"Hello, Initiate. Recently, Abstergo Historical Research began several new projects in London." The map zoomed in towards the small island nation on the coast of Europe. The bottom area was marked with Abstergo's symbol, glowing red. "We both know that when Abstergo makes big moves, the Templars are up to something." A red Assassins' Insignia took the place of Abstergo's symbol. "We think they're hot on the trail of a new Piece of Eden. I've got people in London looking for it."
That couldn't be good. They had been waiting long enough to get contact from Bishop for their first mission, but they hadn't expected to be going up against the Templars so soon. Abstergo was an organization controlled by the Templars, an ancient group created over a millennium ago. They didn't know much about Abstergo or the Templars, but they knew they were looking for something called the Piece of Eden. And now it was time they got to help stop them.
They'd been recruited into this organization - the Assassins' Brotherhood - a couple of months ago after the Assassins had learned of their ancestral links. They were lucky to have been found before the Templars had gotten to them. Ever since, they'd been training, learning to use the Animus, a device that allows you to relive the memories of your ancestors through genetic code. Now they were finally ready to begin their mission.
They opened their mouth to inquire further, but they were interrupted.
"Hey, Bishop!" The dark haired woman turned her head as a familiar voice came from a monitor on the wall: Rebecca's. "Jacob and Evie Frye are twins!" she exclaimed. "How awesome is that?"
Bishop chuckled, shutting down the map as she began typing in some commands. "Speak of the devil," she muttered, pressing a few things and the screen blinked out black. "Fire up your cameras, Becs!"
The image flashed up, a feed from a small camera drone fluttered, sending footage from the Abstergo intelligence wing.
"I've got picture," Bishop announced as the small drone fluttered to the central part of the room.
The walls were lined with bookshelves, and in the center, there was a desk with a flat-screen computer bearing the Abstergo symbol. Behind the desk stood Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings. Rebecca was currently working on something at the desktop, meticulously inputting commands. Bishop steered the drone closer, letting it hover in the air. "ETA on the payload?"
"Sending it now," Rebecca replied, inputting something into the computer. They'd snuck into Abstergo to hack into the system for information. They weren't supposed to be doing this, but when Rebecca and Shaun put their minds to something, they couldn't be swayed.
Bishop hummed quietly, likely scanning over the flood of data coming through to her now. "A lot to sift through. I'm going to get the Initiates on it ASAP."
The screen behind the desk lit up with the Abstergo Insignia. Rebecca turned, a satisfied smile on her face as she clicked something on her wrist controls.
"Let's plant a little bug and see what we can see!" The screen began flooding with schematics, DNA strands, human scans, but Rebecca wasn't looking for that. A flood of emails filed onto the screen, one in particular drawing the redhead's attention.
"Got something," she said. "Isabelle Ardant has a meeting here in a few hours. Doesn't say with who."
"'Doesn't say with whom', Rebecca." Shaun corrected, then nodded to the drone. "And I suppose it's down to muggins here to find out."
"Hold on," Bishop interrupted. "The mission was to find data to locate a Piece of Eden in London."
Rebecca turned back to the drone with a grin. "We did!"
Shaun nodded, holding up his hand. Something charged with electricity was strapped to his palm. "And now I'm eager to try this new kit!"
Rebecca eyed it for a moment before rolling her eyes and walking out of the picture.
The screen blinked out, just leaving Bishop's voice. They could hear the heavy sigh that was more from worry than annoyance.
"I don't like it when those two go off-book like this. Well, all we can do is take a deep breath and move forward."
The initiate felt their chair tilting back. It was a creation of the Brotherhood's, stolen directly from Abstergo. It was time to finally begin their first mission inside the Animus. Glass slid across their vision as the loading bar appeared, beginning the synchronization process. "You'll be searching for the Piece of Eden through the lives of Jacob and Evie Frye, twin Assassins who operated in Victorian London," Bishop informed as the process neared its end, and their vision began to darken.
"Your first set of genetic memories are downloaded."
They closed their eyes.
"Good luck!"
Evie Frye waited, sitting cross-legged on the bench, pretending to occupy herself with the cleaning of a dagger. Not a moment later, her brother returned, sitting next to her. Jacob caught her eye as he handed a newspaper to her before opening one himself. But behind the paper, she saw his hand slip into his jacket, and out he pulled the letter he'd slyly snatched from George Westhouse. He'd gotten it earlier today, but when Evie asked, he dismissed it, putting the letter away, declaring it was "just another distraction". George had always been a terrible liar.
Jacob passed the letter to Evie, who opened it with her spare hand. The Envelope read the name Henry Green. It was sent from London.
The seal was already broken. Unfolding the letter, Evie began to read in a hushed voice.
"'Brother George, it is as I feared'," Evie frowned as she continued. "'London has fallen. Thrice have I written to you begging your aid. Thrice you've responded with silence. And yet I write again, so desperate my need, so few my options. I need you. London needs you.'"
"London's in danger," Jacob whispered.
"Yes, that's what it says," Evie hissed. "Now hush!
"'You would say it is too great of a task. Or that is is not yet time to strike. 'Patience', you would counsel-"
Jacob chuckled. "Sounds like him."
Evie gave him a sharp look before continuing. "'But whilst you wait, the Templars consolidate their power. They have chosen a Grand Master so ruthless, so thorough, one might think Reginald Birch, himself, had returned. His name is Crawford Starrick. And he intends to rule the world.
"'There is no aspect of society he does not control. No industry that escapes his grim touch. By day it is corrupt merchants and venal politicians who hold court. Come night, a vicious street gang known as the Blighters strikes terror in the hearts of all. There is no business untainted by his poison. No person unexploited - be it by duplicity or force.
"'Our enemy has designs on the highest office of them all. And so as you look inward - and dare I say it - afraid - Crawford Starrick's ambition is fixed on the beyond: to kingdoms and continents as yet unconquered. Though not for long. For he knows - as I have warned you time and time again - whosoever controls London, controls the world.'"
Evie closed up the letter, passing it back to Jacob who returned it to his coat. "So," she said. "London is suffering."
Jacob nodded. "Yes, it is, and we need to help it."
Evie shook her head. "You know what our mission is. We can't just go off on our own."
"Why not?" Jacob asked, putting down the newspaper. "It's what father would have wanted."
Evie sighed, folding up her own paper and stowing it under her arm. "No, father would have wanted us to listen to the council. George was father's friend. We should listen to him."
"You heard what the letter said!" Jacob exclaimed, waving the letter in the open for a moment. "London is being corrupted by the Templars. And if we won't help them, who will?"
Evie turned to face her brother, her face a mask of seriousness. "You think I like this any more than you do?" she snapped. "I want to help London, but it's too soon. We will help London... just not now." She turned away, once again opening the newspaper. "Now, go return that letter before George notices it's missing."
Jacob grumbled, but did as he was told. Evie frowned, feeling guilt clasp her heart in its grasp. She shouldn't feel bad. It wasn't time yet. She only hoped it would be soon...