A/N: Sorry if you got here with a chapter alert, just go read the first 2 chaps, they're updated. I just accidentally deleted all the chapters :P

It takes me a moment to understand the absurdity of the situation. I´m in the future? If that´s future, with all the shining lights and bright white stone walls, then I´d prefer to stay in my age.

"Get back in the Animus. The sooner, the better. Maybe we can still save him!" the woman shouts.

"Save who?" I ask.

"The man who… I don't know, it's hard to explain. But he's in your bloodline. He is your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson." That certainly made me dizzy…

"So, to save him I have to find him and put him to sleep?"

"The non-lethal way, preferably. What the hell am I saying? Just get him back, okay?"

"All right. But I need to get this over with before tomorrow, I have a trip to Monteriggioni."

"This is serious! There might be unforeseen consequences!"

"Okay-okay. I'll go."

I lay down on the red bed-thingy and am injected with the syringe. After a disorientingly bright flash of light, I find myself in a bedroom, lying on a bed. What the hell? Did I do it with the courtesan? I don't remember it. But, just like asked, a red-dressed woman walks in the door.

"Right here, " she says to an unseen man, who is most likely behind the corner.

She walks in and then jumps in surprise.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Sorry for interrupting! Arrivederci!"

I leap out of the bed. I find myself dressed, so I charge past both of them. There is a flight of stairs in front of me. I run down the first few steps and then vault the railing. The people look shocked, an Assassin crazily running around a brothel tends to scare people, and finally (!) I'm outside, back on the streets of Rome. Stained with blood and hundreds of years of warfare. What am I thinking about? I have to get to Monteriggioni!

Thankfully, a lone guard is riding past me on a horse. I grab a throwing knife and throw it into his right eye. Not intentionally, I was intending to just injure him, but…

I jump on the horse, push my feet into his sides and gallop forward. The people seem to fly past me. I encourage the horse to go faster. I hear guard chatter ahead, but decide to ignore it. What could they do? I guess I'll find out soon enough. That John-guy is most likely on the way with Flora and Ezio. Now that I think of it, there must have been another time-skip, and he must have found himself in the morning, on the Tiber Island. That's where I would have gone. And I must have disappeared and reappeared on the courtesan's bed…

The guard's spot me galloping past them and start shouting and drawing their swords. About five seconds after passing the guard post I hear horse soldiers approaching. The chase has begun… All out of a sudden I feel the horse slowing down. I understand, it must be tired after galloping for 10 minutes straight, but this is not the time!

"Don't give up on me! Horsie! Not now!" I shout into it's ear. As he understood, it unleashes a final burst of speed before slowing down into a trot. I look back to see the guards closing in. Time to try out a new manuever…

A horse-guard rides towards me with a sword drawn, ready to cut my head off. I draw a throwing knife and haul it towards the place where he'll be in a second. The knife narrowly misses though and I throw another straight behind me. This time, the knife hits and I sidestep with the horse. As the now deceaced rider and his ride pass, I jump onto the guard's horse. After a few tense seconds I land succesfully. Woohoo! I did it! I pump my fist into the air and urge the horse to speed up.

Another guard rides towards me from the front. Another throwing knife thrown, another soldier dead. Was it twenty six? I don't remember anymore. Plus, I may have killed someone in the two weeks that were fast-forwarded. This time, an assailant comes from the side. He comes out of a side alley and aligns his horse with mine. As the guard and I are side-to-side, I draw my sword and make a quick strike, which is unfortunately blocked by the soldier. He then attacks, but I force his sword to the side and stab him through the chest. I hijack his horse as mine is becoming tired and soon after reach the city gates.

When the nearest guard is a two away, I jump off my horse, onto him. I stand up and kick him where it hurts. Another attacker approaches from behind. I hear him scream and feel wind rushing. I survive only thanks to my reflexes. They have certainly improved. A quick crouch-dodge, a stab to the stomach, and the guard is dead. I look around and see Flora, the Grand Master and what-was-his-name coming from where I came from.