Author's Note: I don't have a secure plot for this story yet. I am taking suggestions, kind of like my story Big Damn Switch but to less of an extreme. I just wanted to warn you now.
Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed and all its characters etc. etc. belong to Ubisoft and the game's creators etc. etc. not me etc. etc. Etc.
Stacy walked through the Abstergo top-priority storage, taking inventory. Someone had to do it.
She looked from shelf to shelf, marking things off on her clipboard. Her brown hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and hours of work had freed more than a few strands to dangle by her face. Her green eyes were dull from repetitive monotony.
Today was going to be different.
She was about to get to the most important section of the closely guarded warehouse when a man ran up to her. He had short, dark hair and he was about her age. He panted as his brown eyes locked onto hers.
"How did you get in here?" she asked. This was a high-security vault-like warehouse. It housed the most precious of Abstergo items, and here she was looking at some guy who seemed to have just came from off the street.
"1221017," he said simply, straitening up. She widened her eyes, wondering how he knew the master code.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter," he said, though that was untrue. It very much mattered who knew the master code and who accessed these items. "Can you tell me how to get out of here?" he asked her, looking around.
"Are you serious?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "You're trusted with the master code and you can't even leave?" A thought struck her, and it scared her a little. "You're not one of those psychic subjects, are you?" she asked warily.
"No, I'm not psychic," he said, as if he didn't even believe in that. But he didn't deny that he was a subject.
"Why are you trying to leave?" she asked, putting her pen-holding hand on her hip.
"Because..." He thought of an answer rather quickly. "I need to get home because my sister's having a baby."
It was a pretty good one - but she wasn't buying it. "Which subject are you?" she asked flatly. "I need to report you to Security."
"Oh, great selling point, I'm gonna confess now." He rolled his eyes. "What's over here?" He pointed at the most important section of objects. She positioned herself between them and him. She wasn't going to let him anywhere near them.
"Nothing you should know about," she said, pushing hair from her face and crossing her arms.
"Aw, c'mon," the guy said, whining a little. "Just a peek?"
"No," Stacy said sternly.
"Well, at least tell me your name," he said simply.
She hesitated. "Stacy," she told him. She knew two other Stacys who worked here, so he wouldn't be able to find her file. Not that he'd go looking for it. "What's your name?" she asked in return.
He shook his head. "See, now if I tell you that, you could find my name pronto in any computer here and send me back to the most boring hellhole on earth." He glanced behind her again. "C'mon, Stace, why won't you just let me look?"
"Don't call me Stace," she said, trying to pierce his flesh with her eyes. It didn't work.
Ignoring her commanding body language, he pushed past Stacy and walked directly into the area in question.
"Don't touch anything!" were the first words out of her mouth as she ran after him. He looked around at what looked like cobweb covered dusty useless things, but were actually very delicate and powerful things covered with a special sheet.
He sneezed and the sheet fluttered.
"No, don't!" she yelled, grabbing his arm as he reached out for something. It was a pink, translucent sphere of thin glass, with circular and polygonal designs etched into its surface. As soon as he touched it, it fell from its perch and Stacy dove to catch it.
They both caught it at the same time, but the idiot had too strong of a grip and broke a large shard from the top. Stacy stared at it in horror. Time seemed to slow as she saw the glass cut the man's finger. His blood trickled into what remained of the round glass device.
She managed to look back at his face, which looked more like "oops" while Stacy's read "Holy shit!", before they were engulfed by a pink light.