The trip to the hideout was a long one. As Desmond explored in the animus, the assassins decided to question Holiday. He introduced himself as Mikael Holiday. He was a powerfully built figure with jet black hair and a scar on the left side of his face. His most striking feature however was his silvery eyes.

"So how do you and Desmond know each other?" Rebecca asked.

Holiday smiledlooking over to Desmond. His eyes lost in memory. "I caught Angel Eyes stealing from my camp," Holiday explained. "This was around the time he ran away from home. At first I thought he was just a common junkie, but he manage to put up a pretty good fight. I guess he really wanted my bacon. I knew that by his fighting style he must of had special training. Eventually we both tired out and got to talking. Dezzy explained his isolated life on this Farm he called it. Judging from his desription of the place I figured that it was some feud between two crazed cults. After staying in the mountains for a while, we made our way to New York. Desmond became a Bartender and I went about my business."

"What is your business exactly." Lucy questioned.

"I'm an independent contract killer." Holiday replied casually.

Rebecca and Shaun stared at him open mouthed, Holiday was certain that if she could, Lucy would be gaping at him too. "Your joking right?" Rebecca asked hopefully.

Holiday smiled "fraid not deary." He laughed at their expressions before speaking up. "Don't worry, I like to uphold a code. I don't turn on friends, I've never killed women or children, and I certainly never committed any acts of terror. But I dare say, if the government ever had my criminal record me would be quite a thick one."

"So what kind of people do you target then?" Shaun asked nervously.

"Undesirables," Holiday replied. "Drug dealers, human traffickers, abusive parents and spouses, politicians, paparazzi, lawyers, even the occasional pet. My personal favorites are those scumbags that the court fails to give the death penalty to. Rapists, child killers, and mass murdurers. Where the law fails, I do not."

"So you're more of a vigilante then." Rebecca concluded.

"Indeed," Holiday nodded.

All the assassins were were unnerved by Holiday's personality. When he talked about his occupation and what he did, one would of thought he was talking about getting groceries at the supermarket. No hint of empathy and he seemed to take pride in what he did. They decided not to press further lest they learn something they didn't want to.

"Now, would you mind terribly explaining your story to me." Holiday asked, "who were those jokers back at the warehouse and why do they want Angel Eyes so bad."

"Before we answer your questions," Lucy cut in. "Why do you keep calling Desmond, Angel Eyes?

Holiday laughed. "I call him Angel eyes because of his unusual eye color, I mean how many people have eyes like Dezzy."

"Well I can't argue there," Lucy shrugged.

Rebecca was the first to talk. "The fossil, as you called him is Dr. Warren Vidic. He is part of an organization known as the Templars."

"Templars?" Holiday asked. "Like the Knights Templar?"

"The very same," Rebecca replied. Except the Templars have actually been around for a lot longer since the dawn of time."

Holiday raised his hand for her to stop. "I think before you continue, it would be best for you to start at the begining. otherwise I could get confused.

So Shaun and Rebecca began explaining the assassins, the templars, and the first civilization. They had expected Holiday to laugh and call them crazy, but he remained silent and listened until the end. After a moment he spoke up.

"So let me get this straight," Holiday decided to summerize. "A group of power hungry fanatics are fighting a group of highly skilled killers in order to posess powerful artifacts that belonged to an extinct race that was mistaken for gods."

Shaun chuckled, "Well if your going to be a caveman about it, yeah."

Holiday raised his hands, "I like to keep things simple because the way you tell it makes my brain hurt."

"Your taking this story a bit too smoothly," Shaun said suspisiously.

Holiday shrugged "What can I say. It's a mad mad mad mad world. Yours is a crazy story to be sure but it makes as much sense as everything else. If Hollywood allows M Night Shyamalan to keep making shitty movies. I'll believe anything."

Rebecca howled with laughter. "I guess when you put it that way."

Holiday chuckled before speaking up again. "Those men we encountered looked like company men. Do these Templars have corporate backing."

Shaun nodded, "Indeed, The Templars are working under the guise of Abstergo Industries."

"The Drug company?" Rebecca nodded. Holiday sighed. "Figures, one more evil corporation to add to the books." Holiday looked over to Desmond, who to Holiday's eyes appeared to be sleeping. "So what's with the fancy chair and where can I get one?"

"It's an Animus," Rebecca explained. "It allows you to relive the memories of your ancestors."

Holiday's eyes widened in surprise. But before he could speak up Shaun cut in. "Don't bother looking for it. The animus is made by Abstergo Industries and is only available to Abstergo employees."

Holiday cocked an eyebrow, "Okay so what's the catch. I'm sure they could make a profit by selling this to the public but obviously they can't because there is obviously a serious side effect."

Shaun and Rebacca looked at each other, their faces filled with worry. "Spending too much time in an animus can cause the user to inherit traits from their ansestors, Memories can get distorted, they start acting like their ansestors and thinking like them-"

"So in other words the Animus is a shortcut to spit personality disorder." Holiday concluded. He looked at Desmond then at Rebecca giving her a quizzing look. "Should I be concerned for his ?"

Rebecca raised her hand in defense. "Don't kill us alright, We only keep him in there for a few hours. But considering the hours Abstergo gave him."

"Believe us," Lucy cut in. "If there was another way we would take it. But the Animus is the only way we can find the Pieces of Eden.

Holiday nodded, but his eyes still showed concern. Then he snapped up. "How forgetful of me," He said pulling out objects from the pocket of his jacket. "I don't know if these are important but it didn't feel right to leave em behind."

He handed the objects to Rebecca. her eyes widened in shock and she took them eagerly. "Oh, sweet, the animus tapes, thanks. We may need these for further reasearch.

Holiday nodded briskly before pulling out his maglight and twirling it between his fingers

Rebecca was eyeing it with great interest. "I've never seen that model of flashlight before." She commented.

"You like it," Holiday grinned. He pulled out his weapon and twirled it between his fingers. "It's my own design, Carbon steel, with multiple purposes. A Baton, flashlight and stun gun all in one. The flashlight has three settings, low, high and strobe."

"Doesn't Gaurd Dog security have something like that?"

Holiday nodded, "Aye, the Gaurd Dog Titan. But this has a more bulbous head and stronger material giving it more force in the swing and mine has something the Titan doesn't, a tactical laser."

"May I?" Rebecca asked holding out her hand.

Holiday smiled and gave it to her. It wasn't light and the weight of it took Rebecca off gaurd and it took her a moment to regain her posture. "You make it seem so light." She said examining it.

"It's not made for the faint of muscle." Holiday told her.

A few hours later they finally arrived at the Sanctuary