The two Templars shoved Zsigmond into the room, and shut the door behind him. He rubbed his wrists, and saw Göring standing by the window, his hands behind his back, "Life is cruel sometimes," Göring said, "especially during wars. Friends betray friends, family betrays family, who can you really trust?" Göring turned around, "So, it is true. You are alive."

"I was never dead in the first place," Zsigmond answered. Göring walked over to his desk, and motioned for Zsigmond to sit. Zsigmond sat down, "Why am I here?"

"Yes, why are you here," Göring repeated, pressing his finger tips together, "Don't you find it strange that there's no guards? No SS? I want to have a chat with you, about what you know."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Zsigmond stated, crossing his arms.

"The Manuscript, and the Apple of Eden," Göring stated, and pulled out a file. He placed it on the desk, and pushed it towards Zsigmond. Zsigmond looked at him, then carefully picked it up, "The Assassins are losing the war, Zsigmond. We have them outnumbered, yet they keep fighting. Why?"

"Because they believe in what they are fighting for," Zsigmond answered, "Same as the Templars," Göring didn't say anything, and Zisgmond opened the file.

"You must remember that little dig you did in North Africa, hmm?" Göring asked, and Zsigmond nodded slowly, "And you remember what you dug up?"

"The book and that weird ball shaped thing," Zsigmond answered, his eyes scanning the pages.

"Exactly. The Manuscript, and an Apple of Eden," Göring answered. He stood up, and walked over to a safe that was tucked away in a corner. Zsigmond watched him turn the lock to each number, and memorized them.

63, 24, 01

Göring pulled out an old, leather bound book. He dusted some dust off the top, and reached in again. He pulled out a small, round gold ball with strange markings on it. He walked over to the desk, and placed them down on the desk. Zsigmond placed the file down, and leaned forward, "I do remember these," he mumbled.

"These, unfortunately, will help the Assassins beat us," Göring admitted, and walked back over to his window, "The Templars are also a dying breed, especially during the war. It's hard to keep track of who is on what side, and you don't know who will betray you next. I assume that is why you have your finger burned with the Assassin Insignia, and why we have our rings," Zsigmond eyed the Apple, "but sometimes that is not enough," Göring turned around, and picked up the two objects. He walked over to the safe, and put them inside, locking it.

"Why did you show me all this?" Zsigmond asked, and Göring turned to face him.

"Do you really think you'll be making it out of here alive?" Göring asked, smirking, "Of course not. There's a firing squad outside waiting for you. Their bullets have your name on them," Zsigmond glared at him, and there was a knock at the door, "Come in," Göring said, and an SS officer entered the room.

"Herr Göring, there seems to be an issue at the main gate," the soldier said, and Göring frowned.

"What kind of issue?"

"Something about a farmer," the soldier, and Göring followed him out of the room, shutting the door.

Zsigmond listened to their footsteps walking away, then jumped up from his chair and over the safe. He quickly turned the lock to the correct combination, and gently pulled the door open. Zsigmond reached in and pulled out the Manuscript, then the Apple. He stopped, listening for someone coming back, but he heard nothing. Zsigmond stood up, and looked around for a bag. He spotted one under the desk, and pulled it out, stuffing both items inside. He wondered if Göring had a spare uniform hanging around his office, and began search through the drawers.

Nothing.

Zsigmond frowned, then saw another besides the main one. He frowned, and walked over it, slowly pulling it open. Sure enough, there were multiple uniforms in the closet. Zsigmond smiled, and quickly changed.

Once he was dressed as an officer, he walked over to the safe, and placed his clothes inside, then locked it. He straightened the hat, then left Göring's office.

There was no one in the halls, which made moving around easier. Zsigmond kept his head down, and walked quickly towards the staircase.

Göring's jeep stopped near the main gate, and they saw a man yelling at two guards, waving his arms, "What exactly is the issue?" he asked, as he began walking towards the farmer.

"Something about being allowed through to get to his farm. Apparently it's on the other side of the compound," the soldier explained, and the two got closer to the three men.

"This is nonsense!" the man was yelling, "I should be allowed to get to my property through here! You Nazis think you own everything you touch."

"You need to calm down, der, or we will be forced to arrest you," one of the guards said.

"That won't be necessary," Göring said, and the two guards saluted, "We can escort this man to the other side of the compound. Come with us," he said, and the farmer glared at the two guards, then followed Göring. He glanced over his shoulder, and gave a court nod.

Two figures were in the shadows, "On y va," one of them said in French, and they bolted towards the main gate.

Meanwhile, the farmer sat in the jeep, his hand clutching the bag he had, "Um, can we stop for a moment?" the farmer asked, and the driver glanced at Göring.

"Why?" Göring asked.

"Can't a man piss without having questions asked?" the farmer snapped, and Göring nodded to the driver. The driver slowed down, and the farmer jumped out, dropping a grenade into the backseat. He walked away from the jeep, a smirk on his face. The driver leaned back, and heard something roll on the ground. He turned around and spied the grenade.

"GRANATE!" he yelled, and himself and Göring jumped out of the jeep, just as the grenade went off. The farmer pulled out a pistol from the bag, and began firing, hitting soldiers square in the chest. He dropped the bag, and more grenades rolled out, "ALARM SCHLAGEN!" he screamed.

Two figures jumped down from the roof, and began firing. Göring pulled himself up, and he saw them, "Assassins," he muttered, then turned to the main building. He got up, and began running towards it.

Göring burst through the doors, and ran upstairs, followed by two guards, "He better be in that damn room," Göring growled, and kicked down the door. Zsigmond was nowhere to be seen. He turned around, "Find him and kill him!" he yelled.

Zsigmond heard the commotion outside, and jumped out the window, landing on the ground. He saw three Assassins, "Well, that was lucky," he muttered, and ran towards them, the bag over his shoulder.

One of them turned, and saw him, "It's him!" they yelled, and fired a gun at an approaching soldier, "Let's move!" The three ran towards him, and they began running towards one of the walls.

The group ran towards the wall, bullets flying around them. The first one jumped, and vaulted over the wall in one leap. One by one, they each began jumping over the wall, Zsigmond tossed the bag over and jumped up, a bullet barely missing his leg.

Göring ran back upstairs, and over to the safe. He unlocked it, and opened it, "Damn," he muttered, pulling out the Assassin uniform. A few soldiers rushed in.

"Did you want us to follow them?" one of the asked, "Herr Göring?"

"Nein," he answered, "Let them go. We have more important things to worry about."