Note: the following happens at the end of Assassin's Creed 2.
"DESMOND," Lucy's voice cut through the air snapping Desmond out of the trance he was in. His head was still spinning from what he had just heard.
"Yeah," He replied rubbing his eyes.
Once she was sure Desmond was with them, Lucy turned to her fellow assassins. "Shaun, you and Rebecca need to get everything packed up and loaded into the truck."
"What's happening?" Desmond asked. It seemed that even after everything they seemed to leave him out of the loop in some things.
"Templars," Lucy answered. "You and I need to go hold them off and give Shaun and Rebecca time to evacuate."
"THEY FOUND US?" Desmond cried out incredulously.
"It was only a matter of time before they did. "Shaun replied calmly. "I'm just surprised it took them as long as it did."
Lucy merely nodded. "Let's go," she said tossing Desmond a hidden blade. Desmond caught it deftly and quickly put it on. 'Payback time,' he thought.
As Desmond and Lucy rushed downstairs to the loading dock, he wondered what the plan was now that their hideout had been compromised. "So, are we ditching this place?"
"Yes," Lucy replied. "We have another safe house, we can rest there for a short time."
The two reached the bottom of the stairs and came face to face with Warren Vidic and a group of Abstergo guards armed with tactical batons.
"Well, well well," Vidic gave the pair a cocky smile. "Mr. Miles this is certainly an unexpected turn of events."
"What do you want Vidic?" Desmond demanded.
"Why for you to come home of course, we miss you terribly. There is so much work to be done."
"That's not going to happen Warren," Lucy said defiantly.
Vidic tsked and waved a finger at her. "You continue to disappoint me Ms. Stillman. Remember, it was I who saved you in a time of great need. Is this my reward for my compassion?"
"You saved me so you could use me to destroy other people's lives." Lucy retorted.
Vidic sighed and rubbed his forehead with his hand. "Not that old argument again? The blood of those people stains your hands as much as mine Ms. Stillman."
As the two groups stood off, A voice cut through the air like silk.
Some say the devil is dead
The devil is dead, the devil is dead
Some say the devil is dead
And buried in Killarney
Some say he rose again, Some say he rose again
Some say he rose again and joined the corporate army.
Everyone turned and saw a man approach them. He wore all black with a leather jacket, shirt, slacks and hunting boots. Shades covered his eyes and strapped to his waist was a 20 inch long police security Maglite and a side handle baton.
Desmond started to laugh, "I never thought I'd be so happy to see your ugly face again."
The man laughed, "great to see you too angel eyes."
"Now just who are you?" Vidic asked the stranger.
"I could ask you the same thing." The man replied calmly. He eyed Vidic up and down noting his labcoat. "I believe the hospital is ten miles east doctor. Unless that's your sunday best."
Vidic raised a eyebrow, Desmond couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you doing here sir?" Vidic demanded.
"And here I thought doctors were suppose to be smart," The stranger replied. "Armed men enter a warehouse that hasn't been used since nineteen-ninety-never? Yeah that's not suspicious at all."
'Desmond turned to Lucy, "Lucy this is Mike Holliday, he's an old friend."
Vidic laughed. " friend or not, I suggest you leave now and I may let you live."
"Are you threatening me doctor?" Holliday wondered with a bemused smile.
"What are you doing all the way here in Italy?" Desmond asked with a smile.
The man called Holiday laughed, "Hell, I go to your bar and couldn't help but notice lack of Dezzy and his Shirley Templar. What the fuck are you doing here in Italy. I doubt it was to see the sights."
Desmond gave a half smile. "It's a long story, and no time to tell it. But believe me, the last few months have certainly made my life a thousand times more interesting."
"Well considering your halfway around the world, it must be quite the linguistic adventure." Holiday replied. His attention turned to Vidic before turning his attention back to Desmond. "So who's the ugly fella dressed like Dr. Frankenstein," He asked jerking his thumb at Vidic.
Vidic felt his temper flaring at him. Clearly the man wasn't going anywhere. He didn't know who he was but Vidic knew he wanted to teach him a lesson.
"He," Desmond pointed at the doctor. "Is the reason for my disappearance. The months were made a living hell by him."
Holiday looked at Vidic and waged his finger at the old man. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how indecent of you, I thought doctors were suppose to treat people, not torture them."
"Who are you to question my practice?" Vidic snapped. "Now get out or I'll send you to the Hospital." Vidic raised a hand and the Abstergo guards pulled out their batons and advanced towards him.
Holiday burst into laughter. "You don't have enough sheep to send me to the ER." He drew his maglite and spun it in his palm for a few seconds before locking it in his grip. "I hope you boys have an ambulance," he snarled.
"KILL HIM," Vidic shouted and his guard charged. Half went after Holiday while the other half approached Desmond and Lucy.
Working together, Desmond and Lucy were able to handle their would be captors. Lucy had manage to obtain a tactical baton and was using it with fatal results. With his hidden blade. Desmond slashed necks, stomachs and slid it between the rib cage.
When ever he could, Desmond took glimpses at Holiday to see how he was faring. Not surprisingly to Desmond it wasn't a fight, it was a slaughter. Swinging his bat and twirling his Maglite, Holiday was making short work of the Abstergo Guards. Six guards were already on the ground, blood seeping from their heads. He grabbed one guard by the throat and squeezed. A second later he released the guard and he crumpled to the floor dead. Holiday used his Maglite to club them in the head likely caving in their skulls. Three blows later, Holiday had dealt with the last of Vidic's men.
As the fight raged, Desmond couldn't help but notice there was a difference between how the Holiday fought and how Desmond and Lucy fought. Desmond and Lucy style was quick, and fluid. Holiday's style was skillful and powerful. His blows were slower but no less precise or lethal.
After dealing with the guards, Desmond, Lucy and their new found ally ran towards Vidic. The doctor had already gotten on the truck that brought him and it was driving away.
"Enjoy your victory Mr. Miles," Vidic sneered. "Temporary as it is."
"We will," Holiday called back. "In the mean time ENJOY YOUR GOLDEN YEARS GRAMPS, WHILE YOU STILL HAVE EM."
"You have no idea who you just crossed," Vidic snarled.
"That what they all say Fossil," Holiday shot back.
As Vidic disappeared, Rebecca and Shaun appeared with the equipment.
"Desmond," Rebecca called to him. "let's go."
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Shaun snapped at Holiday.
"Easy Shaun," Desmond stepped forward defensively. "He's an old friend."
"Where will you go?" Holiday asked.
"That information is on a need to know basis thank you very much." Shaun cut in before Desmond could reply.
Holiday shrugged, "Fair enough, mind if I tag along?"
All four looked at each other with uncertainty they didn't know anything about this man. Even though he helped taking out Vidic's men. Now he was asking to come along.
"And why would we let you come with us." Lucy's voice was laced with distrust."
Holiday looked around. "I reckon the good doctor will be back for you, Next time with more men. I don't know what's going on but I know a fight coming when I see it."
"What's your point?"
"If it's a fight your headin for you need people that know how."
Lucy narrowed her eyes before turning to Desmond. "You know this guy better than we do so I will make it your call. Do we take him along or leave him?"
Desmond looked at Holiday his mind carefully thinking about his decision. Unlike his new found friends Desmond knew what kind of person Holiday was. What he has done and what he was capable of. Yet he was right about one thing. They needed help if they were going to fight Abstergo. Lucy's words rang in his head, "we lost two more teams." Holiday could prove useful in the future. Holiday may be a lot of things but traitorous was not one of them.
"Very well," Desmond relented, "you may come along. But one false step and I'll slice your throat open."
"Scout's honor," Holiday replied with a smirk.
Holiday helped the assassins pack the last of their equipment onto the truck. As they got ready to leave, Holiday stopped them. "Wait a moment while I pack a few things."
"We don't have time to go to your place," Shaun snapped at him, "we have places to go."
"I live across the street." Holiday said calmly. "It will only take a second,"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Lucy waved her hands stopping everything. "You just happen to live across the street."
"How do you think I heard the commotion over here? A hearing aid?" Holiday turned and headed for his apartment. Five minutes later, Holiday came back with a backpack and a heavy duffle bag. "O.K. let's go."
