"I can't believe that Nazis attacked their own people!" Falco was fuming that night. First we see Nazis attacking Germans, we see our families being executed, and then it turns out that they are actually looking for a Piece of Eden.
"I have a theory," Lars piped up. We all turned to hear what he had to say, "what if they aren't Nazis?"
"Don't be stupid Fox!" Falco snapped, "You saw the swastika on their arms!"
"No listen!" The Fox said impatiently, "They may be Nazis but what if they are looking for a P.O.E don't you think they could be Templars?"
"Templars?" I asked. "You mean like those guys in our parents stories? The mortal enemies of the assassins?"
"Yes!" The Fox exclaimed.
"Shh!" We urged.
"Think about it," he said, more calm and in a whispering voice, "they're searching for a P.O.E in the most well known home of assassins!"
We all sat in silence. Maybe he's right, I thought. I mean, we weren't very secretive about who knew we were assassins. My father always said that would be the assassins down fall. Well father, right again. Just like you always were.
"Okay smart guy," Falco said sarcastically, "if they are Templars then why didn't they seem more Templar-like?"
"Templar-like?" We all said together, as if on cue.
"Yeah, you know, religious. They didn't seem to be all about god or anything."
I said, "Well... maybe they aren't all about god anymore. Maybe they are all about power. Maybe... maybe this whole Holocaust business is a cover for a much bigger thing going on." They were all looking at me with a mixture of surprise and awe.
"You mean, Hitler is just doing all this as a cover so that he can search for the P.O.E?" Falco asked.
"Yeah! It makes sense doesn't it?" Lars said.
The scene dissolved and Desmond Miles opened his eyes. He was lying in the Animus with Lucy Stillman sitting in a chair next to him.
"Well good morning Desmond," she said with a small smile, she had bags under her eyes.
"What happened? I thought I was supposed to be viewing Ezio's memories." Desmond asked, puzzled.
"We don't know what happened. One minute we're watching Ezio fighting his way through Monteriggioni and then we're in some place in Germany called Brudschaorf."
"Bruderschaftdorf," Desmond corrected.
"Right, right."
"Hey, Desmond," Shaun Hastings was fidgeting with Desmond's wrist blade, "how the bloody hell do you work this thing?"
"Put it down," Rebecca Crane instructed, "before you cut off a finger, or worse," her eyes lingered down to his crotch.
"Now Becky," Shaun said, "I'm not so stupid that I would slice my own ruddy finger off."
Just then the blade shot out and ripped Shaun's shirt.
Shaun looked up at the three of them and said, "I'm just going to put this down."
"Mhm," Rebecca said with an annoyed look on her face.
"Er, Rebecca," Desmond wanted some answers. "What happened with the memory?"
"Honestly? I don't know, just as the cannon hit the wall of the house... the memory dissolved, and opened up in Germany."
"Well," Desmond wanted to see where this German was going to go with this Piece of Eden, "if there's still a P.O.E I want to see where it is."
Lucy looked at Desmond with surprise. She said, "Are you sure Desmond? You don't have to go back in."
But Desmond was already laying back down.
We arrived at the small town of Teltow just outside of Berlin. The Piece of Eden was packed safely away in my pack. We arrived at the inn and walked up to the bartender.
He was a hunchbacked man with a lazy right eye. He said, "Well hello there my friends. What can I do for you?"
We asked for a few rooms, right next to each other.
He looked at us apologetically, "I am sorry boys but the soldiers have taken all my rooms."
"S-soldiers?" I asked fear spreading through me like a virus.
"Yeah, right there." He gestured toward a table of drunken, loud, and obnoxious men.
The barmaid walked by with a tray of beer, she smiled at me and I smiled back. She went to the table with the drunken soldiers. Just as she started to walk away after putting the drinks on the table, a soldier grabbed her hand.
In a drunken slur he said, "'Ey darlin'! Why don' you stick aroun'?"
Although she looked overly annoyed, the barmaid said in a polite manner, "Oh no thank you, sir," she put emphasis on the 'sir', "I have to get back to work."
She tried to walk away but the soldier tightened his grip, "No, no!" He barked, "you don' got to work!" he gave a short 'HIC', "stay with us! I'm sure you could give us some entertainment!" his companions all gave hearty laughs.
"I said nooo!" she gave a hard pull but nothing happened. The soldier pulled her toward him and she fell on his lap. "Let go of me! Let gooo!"
I couldn't watch anymore, I walked over and pulled her off of the soldier.
"I believe the lady said," I began and the soldier stood, he raised 5 feet, 6. He was 6 feet tall.
"What'd'you say?" the soldier said with a look of annoyance and amusement.
"L-leave her alone," I said uncertainly.
The soldier grabbed me and lifted me 2 feet off the ground. He brought we up close so that he could say something that only I could hear, "Listen here bub," he didn't slur once, he wasn't really drunk, "you better back off before I have to shove you into that keg."
"Then leave... the girl... alone," I said in a threatening voice.
"You think you can take a Nazi, boy?"
"No," I said simply," I know I can take a Nazi... boy" I said with a jab of my finger to his chest.
The Nazi let out a roar and threw me across the bar. I grabbed the balcony where the rooms are and climbed up and stood on the railing. I grabbed a plate on the table behind me, and threw it. It smashed over the Nazi's head.
"Sorry!" I called down to the bartender, "I'll pay for that!"
The Nazi stood up and grabbed a chair and chucked it at me. I dropped off the ledge and grabbed hold of the floor as the chair went crashing onto the wall. I leaped from the railing and swung on the chandelier and launched myself at the Nazi. I tackled him to the floor and grabbed a steak knife from the table next to me and brought it down into his chest. He threw me off and tried to stand but that caused the knife to jab a major artery and killed him instantly.
Everyone looked up at me in astonishment. And then everyone, including the drunken Nazis, burst into applause. I felt myself being hoisted up onto the soldier of the men in the bar and they put me on the bar and they all started to sing für he iz ist fröhlich gut mitmensch (for he's a jolly good fellow). The barmaid jumped up onto the bar with me and kissed me. I could feel my face begin to grow red.
That night consisted of drinking, singing, talking, joking and laughing. I learned that the barmaid's name was Arabella Gottschalk. I thought the name made sense, Gottschalk translates to "god's servant" and this woman look liked an angel. With her blue eyes and blonde hair.
When at last we all became too tired and weary to drink and sing anymore we all went to bed. As I passed by Arabella I saw that her belt buckle was the same symbol as mine. The symbol, of the assassin. I figured I would ask her about it in the morning if I wasn't too hung over.
I walked into the bathroom to relieve myself. After that I went up to my room, the Nazis gladly gave up their rooms after what happened, and who did I find in there was none other than Arabella.
I stumbled across the room. And when I got to her I said, "Arabella, what a pleasant surprise!"
She looked as though she hadn't drank at all, maybe she just served the drinks. She looked at me seriously and said, "Joachim, there is something I need to talk to you about."
"Alright," I said trying to get into a serious mood.
"I saw your belt buckle, and I saw the way you handled that Nazi," she said.
"Ah, I was going to ask you about your belt buckle tomorrow," I said, feeling relieved that I wasn't just seeing things.
"Well, I must ask, are you the son of Konrad Adler?"
"Yes! That is my father. Why?"
"Gott sei Dank! (Thank God!) I thought maybe when the Templars attacked your village you were killed amongst the madness!"
"How did you..." I was going to ask how she knew about the attack but she cut across me.
"One of the drunk Nazis were talking about it. Did you manage to find the Apple?"
"The apple?" I said in confusion, "there are plenty of apples in Bruderschaftdorf."
"No, no, no!" she waved her hand impatiently, "The Apple of Eden, dumm junge! (silly boy)"
"Oh!" I scrambled for my pack, "Yes! Here it is!" I pulled out the Piece of Eden I had found in my father's secret room.
"Gott sei Dank! Please let me see it!"
Reluctantly I handed over the Apple.
"Thank you! We must bring this to the Brotherhood!"
"The brotherhood?"
"You didn't think you and your band of "assassins" were all there were of the assassins did you?"
"Er... well..." Honestly I did.
She looked at me, and for a second I though she was going call me dumm again. But instead she walked over and kissed me. "We leave at dawn," she said with a wink. "Which means," she pushed me down on the bed. "We have until then."