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Grove struggled on the floor, but it was pointless. My blade had practically nailed him to the floor. He groaned as he lifted his head, and saw the blade embedded in his chest.
"W-why?" he managed to say. Angela entered the room and stared at him in disgust.
"You took my family, you bastard!" I hissed at him, and looked at Angela, "Her's too."
"Y-your... not one of them?" Grove looked confused.
"One of what?" I snapped, "Answer me, goddammit!"
He was fading fast, and my time was short.
"What are you talking about? Answer me!" I demanded.
Too late. He was gone, along with any chance of finding my family. Sighing, I pulled my blade out of his chest. It was coated in the man's blood.
"Is he dead?" asked Angela.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"There might be something in his files," she suggested, "We should look through them before we leave."
I nodded, and moved towards his desk. A brief glance at his computer showed an unfinished email to someone. I skimmed over the text, it didn't look important.
A search through his desk drawers showed nothing of interest, until I got to the end, and saw a file labeled "Animus Project, Abstergo Industries".
"Animus?" Angela wondered, looking over my shoulder, "He's never said anything about that."
I opened the folder. On the front page was a list of test subjects, and their condition after. My heart skipped a beat when I reached the names at the bottom:
Williamson, Charlie: Alive
Williamson, Julie: Alive
Williamson, Victoria: Alive
Williamson, Jack: Alive.
And at the bottom, one more name:
Williamson, Ryan: Unknown
The document was dated March 6th, 1993. They were alive!
"They're alive!" I exclaimed, "My family's alive!"
"Keep it down," Angela said, "Can I see it?"
I gave her the document and she scanned the list of names. In a second, she had gasped.
"What? What is it?" I asked in concern.
"My brother and sister, they're listed as alive!" she said, leaping into the air.
"I'd hate to interrupt," said a voice, "But we should be getting out of here."
We both turned, and I ejected my blade again.
"Relax," The newcomer said, "I'm on your side. He looked at Grove's body.
"Been tracking that prick for months," he said, "I was hoping to kill him myself, but either way, the job is done."
"Who are you?" I demanded.
"Name's Ethan," he said, And yours?"
"Ryan," I said plainly. Ethan looked at me.
"You're Charlie Williamson's kid," he stated.
"You know him?" I asked. Who was this man, and how did he know my father?
"Everyone in the Brotherhood knows him," Ethan explained. He gave me another look, "you look like one of us, but you're clearly not."
"One of what?" Angela spoke up, "The 'Assassins'?"
Yep," Ethan replied, "I'm guessing you have more than a few questions, so let's get out of here before the cops show up."
This man, and these "Assassins" knew my father. Maybe they knew what hap happened to him and the rest of my family?
Either way, I had to meet them. They were the only lead I had.
Outside, two guards had showed up, and by the looks of things, they'd found there dead friend. When we exited the office, they looked up at us.
"Hey! Stop right there!" one of them said, and they both ran toward us. Ethan ran forward as well, ejecting his own wrist blade, which sliced open the throat of the first guard, while a short blade found itself in the stomach of the second.
"Makes you look like an amateur," Angela commented. She still had the Animus file with her.
"Makes me look like I don't show off," I replied.
The fight had alerted the guards below, and we knew they'd be on us in seconds.
"C'mon, this way!" Ethan shouted. We followed him back into the stairwell, jumped over the guard's body and ascended the stairs to the roof.
"What happened to the guards?" I wondered, looking around the roof.
"How do you think I got in?" Ethan responded, "Over here, quickly."
Ethan climbed over the barrier at the front of the building and landed on the roof of the veranda covering the main entrance.
I lowered Angela down, and jumped down next to her. Ethan was already waiting at street level, and we easily made our way down next to him.
"The truck's this way!" Ethan said. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I trusted him.
The warehouse sat just in front of a raised freeway. Ethan led us around the building and under the bridge. A single white truck waited for us.
"Any backup?" I asked, hearing guards shouting around the corner.
As if on cue, the back doors of the van opened and a man looked at us.
"Well get in!"
We happily complied, and the man shut the doors just as the guards came running around the corner and opened fire on the van.
"Drive!" Ethan yelled. The van sped away, leaving the guards behind.