It was with the advising of my good friend, Frederick Delano Roosevelt, that this venture began. He was the only one in his administration to know of us; our secret order that saves the innocent from corrupted men, such as my brother's from other lives Ezio Auditore de Fiorenze, and Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. Those two were great men – both men who revolutionized the order as they followed our creed. The president was clear with his advice: "Aaron, I know what you and your order do for the good of mankind . . . so I thought you might be the person to suggest this to." As FDR spoke, he had his similar refined speech that he would at any kind of conference. He was a fine politician, and I had admired his work. He was somebody that I truly respected, so I listened on eagerly, curious as to his suggestion at the time.

"Aaron, the people of Germany desperately need help fighting the corruption that the dictatorship of Hitler and the Nazis bring. From what I hear, Hitler's troops shut out all resistance, with a small Assassin's Headquarters south of Berlin. So, I suggest you go to Germany, and help the people fight this overwhelming corruption." FDR declared with a strong speech. I had agreed one-hundred percent, and shook his hand, thanking him for this information. With a simple, "Thank you, and good day, Mr. President," I was done. I walked into the center of the oval office, and removed the round carpet with United State's insignias, seeing the trap door that leads to my needed destination. As I opened the door, and went down the ladder, FDR closed and covered the door, allowing me to safely run forward into the darkness, free-sprinting.
I made way into the light, seeing the moderately-filled grand Assassin's Headquarters in the U.S., directly below the White House. I had come down to get some equipment; the tools I needed were merely grenades, knives, morphine, a sword, a parachute, a smoke bomb, and my dual finger-blades. I walked to a nearby escape ladder, climbing out of the pothole of an intentionally empty street. "Alright, they told me they would set up a flight to airlift me to the border of Germany . . . now where's that airport?" I said to myself, thinking deeply, before coming to an answer. "Shi-," I said, running to dodge an incoming plane; I was on the runway of the airport.

It took me a minute to locate my plane before I noticed the Assassin's insignia on the plane's bottom of the wing, which personally, seemed too dangerous. Not even the templars would do something so stupid. As I boarded the plane, I relaxed in my seat; it wasn't an Air Force 1, but it would have to do for this simple drop. Then, something hit me . . . literally. I felt a sudden slam into my head, and shortly after, a loss of consciousness. After that, I just woke up to feel myself relieved from a lot of stress – weight, actually. I caught a glance of what I originally thought were infiltrated, enemy soldiers; however, they looked a little different. Different in the sense that their apparel matched that of . . . well, templar's. "I take it you guys are Templars, huh?" I asked, smiling arrogantly, but man, I knew I was in some trouble. They had me tied to a chair, stripped of all my weapons, and tools, with only my cloak and undergarments covering my young body.

"Si, we're your worst nightmare, assassin," one of the German Templars, Herman VonSholtz had said sinisterly, pulling out a blade, raising it to my neck. "Tell us what you know, and we'll let you have a clean death," the templar offered me, which wasn't really up for debate. I smiled. How quaint of them to offer such an option, yet as we assassin's know: never travel alone. I whistled, and two assassins came out from behind, lunging at the templars' neck with their twin blades, killing them both. This, of course, allowed them to save me, and I was able to redress myself just in time. "Thank you, brothers, and blessed journey back to the States," I said, as I looked at them. I took a risky chance: I took a Leap of Faith at an accurate coordinate to land in a pile of hay, remaining unharmed upon impact. I made it to Germany.