Sequence I

Some Kind of Nature

23rd December, 2007.

5:23 PM.

"Once I had sent the letter I instantly regretted it, but I knew that I was still relatively safe since I hadn't revealed my location - I felt a little guilty for the team in Italy, but none of my other messages had been intercepted before, so I had little to worry about. I lost the tail of the white van which had been following me and made my way to Essex unhindered, but know I had to find the team I'd heard about; I still don't know whether they are a figment of Kiellor's imagination. He told me they lived in a place called Kong Studios, but I am certain that it is a code name of some kind. I've been trying to figure it out, but it feels like something in my brain is stopping me. It's making me doubt that I wasn't experimented with at Abstergo - they've planted something inside me. I know it. I had spoken to a group of carol singers ealier and they directed me to a gloomy-looking warehouse on the top of a hill. I fear to tread the path, as they told me the members of the house were not the most hospitible, but I shall venture forth nevertheless. This is my duty and my job, I should fear nothing if it brings us ever closer to the destruction of the Templars and their evil corporation Abstergo."

I closed my journal and placed it back into my backpack, along with my pencil and various other items and then exited the Post Office, sure of my next destination; Kong Studios. It wasn't far from the town, and therefore didn't take long too reach. I pressed my finger into the buzzer on the black box fixed onto the wall at the gates.

"Wha' do ya want?" A croaky, deep voice asked me through the black box.

"Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine." I replied, sure of myself and the direction I had been given off numerous people (although, they all gave the same strange warning of the nature of the Assassins working within this warehouse).

"Ya what, mate?" The voice asked me. I couldn't deny that I felt a little foolish, after all, not all Assassins were taught our binding words in Arabic. I tried again, but in Italian this time, following in the footsteps of the Assassin Ezio Auditore.

"Niente è vero, tutto è permesso." I smiled to myself, awaiting a reply.

"I still ain't gettin' ya." The voice rang through the small speaker, sounding like the scraping of wood against concrete. It wasn't the most pleasant sound I have ever heard. But by this time I was beginning to get a little annoyed. It was obvious that this Assassin had not completed their training - so why had they been sent out with a team? I pushed that thought away and out of my mind while I continued to gain access to the warehouse.

"For heavens sake, man." I replied, infuriated by the recruit. "Where other men blindly follow the truth, remember..." I left the last words for him to answer, even recruits knew the answer to this and I wasn't feeling great about having to result to the foundation words of our Creed in order to jog this man's memory of us. How long had this team really been without contact...

"Ya know what, you're better than telly." The voice told me. After this, connection with the warehouse was lost and I was at a loss for words. I had failed. How was that possible! But a second later, the buzzer made a short, sharp sound and the large iron gates began to swing open. I smiled smugly - so I hadn't failed after all. With confidence in my step and a grin on my face, and made my way up the driveway to the warehouse, and as I got close I quickly realised that it was no warehouse at all - but in fact a mansion! 'What a clever disguise...' I thought to myself.

The door was already open by the time I reached it and it was further away from the driveway than I imagined, but it wasn't difficult to find. But as I looked up, as I gaze at my feet when I walk, I saw that against the doorway leaned, not a man whom I was expecting, but a girl. Now, I must get this clear right away, I'm not the type of man to develop feelings for another - she just surprised me, that's all (or so I forced myself to think). I kept my eyes upon her, waiting for her to speak, but instead she simply pushed herself away from the doorframe, turned, and moved away into the house. I ran after her as I believe it was a way of asking me to follow, and as soon as I had entered, the door closed behind me.

"So what's ya deal, then?" The voice croaked from behind me. I spun around to find the person I was originally expecting, a tall, topless man holding a bottle of what looked to be rum in his grubby fingers.

"Excuse me?" I answered, not sure exactly what he meant.

"Blah blah blah, somethin' about other men. You gay?" He said, winking at me when he spoke the last two words, but by this time two more people had joined us. One being a tall, lanky blue-haired man with dents in his eyes, and the other being a large, black bald man. Both would have startled had I not heard them entering the room. Within seconds the atmosphere had changed completely and I found myself, for the first time in my life, wanting to be in a place like Abstergo rather than here.

"No. I'm not gay." I answered him, looking back to the girl for a second. She caught my gaze and locked it for a split second, then she turned and walked out of the room. 'Bitch.' I thought to myself, pressing a finger against my temple. "Look, HQ have been looking for you. You lost contact with us, remember? I'm here to re-establish that and work with you for a few months. Once I've found what I'm looking for - I'll be out of your hair." I said to him, intensely angry that I had to spell it out for him.

"So you're gonna be stayin' with us for a few months?" The bald man asked me with a deep, harsh American accent - I found myself knowing that we could be good friends if I played my cards correctly.

"It could be longer or shorter depending on how long it takes me to find the item." I answered him.

"Whatever." The croaky man interuppet my speech and sauntered through the same door that the girl had disappeared through earlier. Shortly followed by the blue-haired man, and after the bald man had described the way to the room I would be staying in, he too left. I sighed and followed the man's instructions to my room. This was going to be a long few months.