She had to admit, a lie in was nice.

Now that she had been let go from Abstergo, there was plenty of time for Ginny to wake up, go for a quick run, shower and instead of going to work, head down to the storage units where the Assassins had their warehouse base. These were one of many dotted around the city but this one had the most technology, thanks to Rebecca. They still had the portable animus that subject 17- Desmond- used.

Abstergo had really made their impression. She frowned and made a mental note to refer to the deceased Assassin by his actual name, rather than the reference Abstergo used.

Despite everything, it had been a good morning. No early alarm, no niggling worries about being discovered by Abstergo. As long as the payments still made their way into her bank account, Ginny would go so far as to say it would be a great day.

However, that was about to change.

As she pushed open the warehouse door, Ginny nearly fell back, the noises slamming into her.

"Dammit, Shaun! I've told you, we can't just waltz in there and demand her job back!"

"But we need to find the cure! Damien's depending on it!"

"We have an animus here!"

"It's unstable, you know what happened to Desmond!"

"We're going to have to take that risk!"

"Rebecca, we're not looking for the Apple anymore! We need to search deeper and that'll send signals to the Templars that there's an animus about. They'll find us!"

"I'm going to have to agree with Rebecca on this one." Ginny said as she approached them. They hadn't heard her enter so they blinked, swallowed and set their faces into a more neutral expression.

Around them, there was technical equipment linked up with each other, wires, connectors and adapters littered everywhere.

"Are you sure? You know the risk involved?" Shaun stepped towards her.

"I know. But... What cure am I looking for? I thought I was just going through my memories for research."

Shaun and Rebecca exchanged expressions.

"We shouldn't be the ones to tell you that." Rebecca bit her lip.

"Well, I need to know what I'm looking for." Ginny sighed. "I'm guessing it's this Damien guy that will tell me."

Shaun nodded.

"He should be here shortly. We told him what had happened and he wanted to talk to you personally, not just through an ear piece to us."

Right on cue, there was a beep to the left of her and the three of them turned to the hidden door that opened, rumbling up. The man stepped into the light and Ginny's eyes widened as she stepped back.

It was him.

"Hi." Damien smiled and gave a wave. As his eyes met Ginny's, time froze.

The man with the sharp features and the soft eyes had found her again.

She woke up on the floor, hair over her face and a bruise in the back of her head. She didn't remember fainting. Was it hot in here or-

"Uh, Ginny?"

Ambrose, or rather, Damien stood over her, a hand out to help her up.

She began to scream, completely unnerved by the resurrection of the Roman, scrambling away from him.

"Ah, yeah, I think we need to talk." It was said in a tone like he had said this plenty of times before.

"Ya think?!" Ginny cried, standing. She glanced to Shaun and Rebecca who seemed to be mere spectators of the situation. "Why- why does he look exactly like Ambrose?! Why isn't he dead?!"

"Ginny, listen, calm down." He reached for her arm but she shook it off.

"What?!" She shouted, stepping back with each step he took forward. "What possible answer could you gave for being... Immortal?!"

"That's why I need you. That's what I want to find out."

"I don't know! I don't even have a clue what's going on now!" She continued to take stumbling steps backwards.

"Ginny, calm down, just-" he stopped. As he halted, so did she.

"What?" She snapped. "You want me to go in the animus and relive my ancestor's life just to help you find a... A cure? A cure to being immortal? Why couldn't you just ask her, Genovefa?"

"Something happened."

"Oh, spare me the intrigue." She nearly spat.

"Ginny," Rebecca stepped in, "remember the film last year that they made from Desmond's memories, the one about Edward Kenway?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"One of the characters in it, Roberts, was a Sage. He lived multiple lives but could remember each one. There was an incident when the most recent form attacked the guy that was getting us those memories."

"So you're saying he's a type of Sage?" Ginny nodded her head in Damien's direction and he grunted.

"Yeah, pretty much." She bit her lip. "But, here's the thing. They're not the only ones."

"So there's more? Bloody brilliant." Ginny threw her hands in the air and turned, heading for the door. She couldn't deal with this any more, she had to just go. She needed a good lie down, take in what had happens, calm down and-

"The other one is you, Ginny." She blurted. "You're a Sage."