Disclaimer: Devil wears Prada belongs to Fox 2000 Picture, Assassin's Creed belongs to Ubisoft.

Author's Note: I know I promised on the Teen Wolf ! VicTORIous fusion, but ive been all over the place. I'm going to try to post either an update (UtM or atPotE) or a short story. I shall try.
This is a cross-over.

at the Peak of the Edge
Set-Up

ABSTERGO Entertainment is looking for people to undergo the brand new, Animus group module.

If you believe yourself to be a viable candidate for one of our Subject Sample projects, please go to one of ABSTERGO's facilities for the testing. You'll be earning a flight for Montreal along with your friends (only if qualified) and enjoy this strengthening bonding experience for all kinds of groups.

Please remember that here at ABSTERGO we value confidentiality above all else.

Are you ready to win a free trip to Montreal?

Terms and Conditions apply to every case.

As soon as Cassidy and Caroline brought the flyer to her attention, and when she later received a notice that informed her her former assistant, Andrea Sachs, was looking to undergo one such trial rather than take a position that she, Miranda, helped her get, she knew she had to intervene.

"Emily." She called in her ever so quiet voice; the redhead came in, with a subtle limp and cane in hand, "call Acquisitions."

With a hand gesture, she dismissed the girl, who turned pale and turned around, closing the doors as she left and without a backwards glance. Emily knew she would be hit by Miranda's coldest and angriest glare, and that wouldn't be directed at her. Fact which didn't make the look any easier to bear. The last thing she needed was for her legs to falter while she still needed a stupid walking stick.

As soon as she sat down, Emily took a deep, calming breath, and called the lone number she knew to dial when instructed. This, was her first time dialing the number herself; she had been a second assistant when she had witnessed that glare. Swallowing, she cleared her throat as soon as she heard the sound of silence.

"Miranda Priestly on the line," she announced clearly, "please wait."

With that, she patched the call, demanded that the second assistant remain seated while she went to the bathroom, then get a pudding in order to decompress from the whole ordeal. Nothing could be more powerful, or scarier, in her life.

"General," a male voice clearly stated at the other end of the line, but the reverence wasn't enough to appease Miranda.

"David," she drawled in response for an specific reason, and was pleased at the muffled sound in response. "I particularly remember stating that anyone under my employment who wasn't fired, ought to never be even taken into consideration for the Sample Subject Programme Testing.

"So tell me, why is this report indicating that Andrea Sachs is being considered for it?" She finished after subjecting the man to a long (if brief — she did have a magazine to run) period of awkward silence. Her steel voice was, as usual, emancipating the man without question. "I believe I gave you a rather short list of individuals we wouldn't, under any circumstances, accept."

"I apologize General," she could picture the man's internal fidgeting; she had curbed the physical manifestation when he had been her assistant, "the council showed interest."

"Clearly, due to her brief tenure as my assistant," Miranda replied in a scathing tone.

"General, most of the individuals on your list have been flagged for the group project;" there was a tentativeness to his firm tone, "should we proceed?"

Miranda considered this. As she pondered, she came to a solution that would be helpful on the long run and could, perhaps, be capable of helping her set out to her primary goal.

"We have agents, fathers, who may be able to get their children a free trial," she began. "Contact them, they are to set up a special trip for each group, and under my personal supervision with them each. Four locations of interest: Atlanta, Georgia; Lima, Ohio; Albuquerque, New Mexico and Hollywood, Los Angeles, California.

"Names: Brittany Pierce, Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman. Stacie Conrad and Rebecca Mitchell. André Harris, Catarina Valentine and Victoria Vega. Lastly, Gabriella Montez. Only Templar children may go along, those whose parents are currently part of the Order.

"Any of them may join on the group module programme, except for Lilly Okanamura; she is to be denied in an immediate fashion," she reminded, "but they must all, at least, be present during the programme."

"Yes General," the man stated with utter conviction; it would be done. "Regarding the Andrea Sachs' case —"

Miranda was quiet as she internally debated, ignoring the man's subsequent words entirely. She was, however, grateful that this was done by phone and that her doubt, even though visible on her face, wasn't seen by the man. He may have worked for her, didn't make him any less of an individual for their cause. With that in mind, she made her decision.

Without a trace of hesitation, she answered him. "She's to be given a ride long enough to bring her to the edge of town, confusing enough to lose anyone, and to test her to see her trust in the company and how well she handles the pressure.

"If she must be tied down and silenced, so be it, otherwise she is to remain untouched." She states with a frown; a decision she would come to regret. "In any case, ensure that she calls her family from a new company phone, for her to be excited and explain that she must ensure complete off-the-grid expectations from her family."

When no further details were given, the man spoke. "Understood General. Where on the outskirts, do you want her?"

She gave him a precise latitude longitude direction; middle of the road outside of New York that had a blind spot to satellite readings. Once the call was over, did Miranda finally sigh and took a deep breath. Making a call to her personal chauffeur, she made sure that everything was in place for the extraction, and then she made an even stranger call.

Standing, looking outside the window, she waited until the call connected. It hardly took time at all.

"Billy, old friend," she smiled to herself as the line connected. "I'm sorry for your loss, I'm sure the information you've taken with your friends have helped, if only to ease your pain."

"Miranda," the man whispered, obviously on the verge of tears. "I . . . thank you, thank you."

"Nonsense William," but her tone remained tender and soft. "It is easier to protect those who have no ties."

"You helped us, in the end he made his choice," the man replied.

"A true hero, through and through." Her whisper earned her a chuckle.

"Something never expected from him."

"Oh I did," Miranda replied without reserve.

"That, you did," the man whispers hoarsely, before continuing by clearing her throat. "So, how can I help you?"

"There's someone who has traces of your order in her blood," she answered without hesitation. "I believe she possesses a connection to my very own past, and I need her to awaken to such."

". . . ." The silence was painful, but not awkward. As if it had to be done. "I got a small unit that could help."

"It'll be three individuals to share this particular set of memories," she whispered.

"Ah," of course, he immediately understood. "Is there no way of protecting those other individuals?"

"Not without raising flags," she replied with a sigh.

"A pickle indeed," he muttered, to which she hummed in agreement. "Are you sure these lines are secure?"

"We should end the call soon, for safety." She agreed.

William sighed, clearly conflicted. "I have a small unit that can help with tech and history."

"I trust Rebecca has upgraded her baby."

"Animus 4.5 she calls it," she could find traces of a smile. "She's thankful."

"I'll be needing spares for twenty stations," she began, all business again, "all in my property, all highly classified, and all with high safety protocols."

"Twenty —"

"I'll need three fully functional, and for components to modify and change twenty units that are already at location."

"Miranda," he sighed, "how long have you been planning for this?"

"I have been ready to proceed, blindly if necessary, to prevent your boy's sacrifice." Another silence. "We weren't ready, but it did accelerate our time table."

"Thank you, Miranda." The whisper may have been a string of words she was using to hearing, but coming from him, they were genuine and like a badge of honor.

"Nonsense William," she clearly enjoyed his name when added in such fashion. "I'll be diving myself."

With that, she ended the call and went back to her desk, sat down. Feeling better, she called for her first assistant.

"Yes Miranda?" Emily asked with a light squeak, and a clearing of throat.

"Close the doors," and as soon as the redhead did, she stood and began walking towards the small open-concept meeting lounge. "We must discuss your promotion."

Emily went pale again and sat down without decorum or waiting for her boss to sit first. Finding this amusing, Miranda sat down and watched as one of her most loyal employee gathered herself and rubbed her leg.

"Emily, I need you to take a leave of absence, use a medical excuse," she smiled sadly at the face of utter desolation and despair, before calmly putting on her cold mask. A text message came along with an address and contact name, before it quickly disappeared. "There's a coffee shop near your building you like to go to, don't you?"

"I — d'Maestro —"

"Man with glasses, blond, slim build," Miranda then gave Emily a piercing look, "snarky British humor."

Emily turned a shade of red close to her own hair in shame and fury, then blushed self consciously. She clearly, had no idea how to feel regarding that last comment. Miranda didn't bother with it.

"Go, request for a recovery and rest period with Human Resources." Miranda spoke, and with one last hand wave, she looked stood and walked back to her desk.

She had a lot to do, and it would appear, not enough time.