Interlude:2020
Juhani abruptly emerged from the simulation, sharp pain stabbing into his mind. He took a deep breath, then slowly released it. Sudden desynchronization was never especially enjoyable.
He rubbed his temples briefly, then leaned over and silenced the blaring alarm. "Yes," he said dryly," I am aware of the problem."
The problem being the degraded genetic sample. Clearly the Animus would need more data if it was to continue reconstructing Grandmaster Cormac's memories. Juhani would simply have to return to exploring Connor's.
It was a pity; Juhani had enjoyed reliving a Templar's life for once. It was a rare opportunity; understanding their enemies' drive was far more important than exploring their own.
It had been fascinating, watching Shay Cormac grow into his role as Grandmaster. He had been a fine, albeit unorthodox, one. Grandmaster Cormac had reigned from exile, working through letters and intermediaries. Yet, despite those handicaps, he had managed to restore his Rite to greatness.
Viewing those early days, Juhani could clearly see the seeds being sown. Now, he thought, to see what they reap.
He returned to the Animus, and the memories of Connor Kenway.