Locating Target…
Target found. Initializing…
Date: 2018
Location: Oakland, CA.
Target [907]: Andrew
Target [908]: [Data Classified]
/Extract.
It all happened in an instant, Drew was eating his poppy seed muffin, when he was hit over the head, and knocked unconscious. He awoke to jostling and rattling, he tried to open his eyes, and realized that he was blindfolded, when he tried to move his arms, they were tied together at the wrist, he heard a voice, a man;
"Hey, that one's awake." The man said in a gravely baritone, "Should we knock him out again?"
A different voice replied, "No, you idiot," the second man said, with an Irish accent, "We need them as undamaged as possible, let him sit out the rest of the ride we're just about there anyway."
They seemed to notice Drew was listening, and quieted their conversation accordingly; after an hour or so, Drew grew bored of the silence and said something silly, "Are we there yet?" he imagined them look at each other with questioning looks, which is actually exactly what they did,
"Shut up." They both said at the same time.
Drew shrugged and relaxed against the lightly padded wall behind him. A few minutes later, the vehicle slowed to a stop, and the heard the two in the van open a side door, and felt the vehicle rise as they both stepped out, he heard them talking to a third person, her voice suggested a woman, he relaxed against the back door just as it was opened, he fell out with a surprised yelp and landed on his back. He heard high heels clicking on pavement, they stopped near his head; he estimated where her face would be and craned his neck, "Good afternoon." He said politely. He felt a boot kick him in the side, he grunted from the pain.
"I thought I told you to shut up." The Irish man said.
He heard the woman take a step, presumably turning to face the Irishman, "Vidic said he wanted them unharmed," he said sternly, "how's the other one?"
The first man replied, "She's still unconscious."
"Good," The woman replied, "but why isn't this one still unconscious?"
"I haven't the foggiest," Said the Irish man. "He woke up again halfway along our trip."
There was a short pause before the woman spoke again, "Alright, I'll need a team down in lot A-9 West." She said, presumably into a radio or something of that sort.
"So about our payment…" the gravelly voiced man began but before he could continue, Drew heard the click of the hammer of a pistol being armed manually, then cloth rippling as the woman lifted her arm, followed by two loud reports from a desert eagle. A moment later, Drew heard to heavy thumps as the bodies hit the ground, "I hate using mercenaries." She said. Then Drew felt something cold against my neck, a hypodermic needle fed sedatives into his blood stream, he felt a vertigo-esque sensation then blacked out again.
Assassin's Creed: Legacy