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The skies were weeping, the rain pouring down in heavy sheets. Desmond Miles stood in the alley with his hooded head bowed and his shoulders hunched. The white of his pullover was colored gray from the warm wet falling from the clouds. His torso heaved with each labored breath. Another safe house had been breached, their group now scattered through the streets of Newport, Kentucky. Across the Ohio River was the city of Cincinnati and the Reds' baseball stadium, the Great American Ball Park. He knew that he had to get across to the meeting point and then to next safe house where Rebecca had already shipped off their Animus when the first hint that Abstergo was close came to them. He, Shaun Hastings, and Lucy Stillman had scarpered out at last minute since Rebecca had gone with the Animus 2.0, dodging Templars and Vedic, and then split up. He was supposed to meet them in Fountain Square in the Central Business District of the city in order to head out to the safe house.

Fuck, and he had to walk all the way there and pray to God that he wasn't caught.

Desmond hissed out a few choice curse words and began his trek to the nearest bridge that he could walk across to the other side of the river. He knew it was damned lucky that the rain was warm and that it was mid-summer in Ohio. His sneakers sloshed in an uncomfortable fashion as he walked and his jeans chaffed against his thighs and calves. Those were going to be a bitch to peel off later.

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"Hey! Guys, welcome to our new abode!" Rebecca Crane shouted as she popped up from underneath her desk. The smile on her face faded at the sight of her three associates. "Geez, what'd you do? Take a swim in the Ohio River?"

Thoroughly soaked and peeved, Shaun growled. "Where's the bathroom?" he demanded sourly. He had removed his glasses awhile back so he was squinting at her.

"Umm, down that hall," Rebecca pointed to her left, "take the left hall at the intersection and it's at the end." She pouted when she wasn't thanked as the strawberry-blond man scuttled off, dripping as he exited the room. "So what happened?"

"Haven't you looked out the window at all?" Desmond asked as he unzipped his hoody to take it off. "It's fucking raining cats and dogs out there."

Rebecca blinked and looked out the window. "Oh... didn't know that. I was setting up Baby all day. Put in a few upgrades too!" she chirped.

Lucy sighed at her, undoing her hairclip to let the dripping blond strands of her hair fall in clumps. She began to wring out the excess water. "Really Becca, upgrades? What kind of upgrades?" she asked. The blonde didn't seem to care that she would have to mop up the tile floor by the door later.

"Just speeding up the loading process and getting rid of few snags here and there," the brunette woman replied. "Ugh, Des! Don't just plop your sweatshirt on the floor!"

Desmond looked up from where he was wringing out the bottom of his white t-shirt. "What? Oh." He looked down at the sodden piece of clothing he had dumped by his feet. "Sorry. Hey, is there a laundry room here?" He said a quick thanks for the directions, scooped up his hoody with a grimace, and trotted off with sloshing squishing sound emitting from his feet.

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Fifteen hours' worth of sleep later, Desmond was laying in the Animus 2.0, otherwise known as Baby, waiting to get uploaded into Ezio's memories of Rome and the rebuilding of the Brotherhood. He didn't even blink anymore when his finger was pricked with the machine's needle. Instead chocolate brown eyes drifted closed as the Animus yanked his consciousness into the loading screen. And that is where things went wrong...

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Somewhere hidden deep in the lost city of Atlantis, a Piece of Eden flashed gold and red.

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During the year 1194 AD, Malik Al-Sayf frowned down at the sleeping Altaïr who was slumped at his desk with his cheek pressed against the drying ink of his writings and the Apple of Eden clutched in his other hand. He snorted at the thought that the other would have his own words smeared across his face. The older assassin frowned and reached out with his only hand. Fingertips brushed across the metal surface of the Apple. He cried out as the artifact flashed and he was engulfed in light.

Altaïr awoke just in time to see his Brother disappear bathed in golden light.

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I have no idea if I want to continue this at all. Hence its placement in the Pit. Notice that I've changed the category.