assassins treasure 3 chpt 2 - nicholas engage

Trinity retorted, "Remember Desmondo, we're looking for clues to help us unlock the declaration of independance. Not that phoney, american document bullshit."

Morpheouse piped in, "Tha's riiigh desmon, we mus learn dos dance moves to save da worl!"

The smitten man of britain added, "Yes, yes, on with it now, we haven't got all day desmond"

With a click of his heels and a turn of a dial, he was off. Desmonde hopped that setting the anumus to autopilot would take him where he wants to go. And yet, he had unease, feelings and such.

WHOOOOSH

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLIK CLIK DING DING CLIDK POP

He opened his eyes to a neat, organized room he found all too familiar. So familiar, he also knew that it must be his college drom room. IT WAS? BUT WHY? why take me here, he thought out loud. Kenneth the biritish guy says to asnwer, "Dessy, whatever it is the animus took you here for, you need to do something DIFFERNT from what you did in your past, or else we won't find any new clues. Try something NEW."

It seemed fair enough, if not sounding a bit smitten. But just then, as it so happened, his cell phone blared the REO Speedwagon classic 'cant fight this feeling', the song that had since haunted him. The song he killed the blonde girl to, with his own gost-possesed hands. He answered it.

"HEY DESSY-O" shouted a frat-bro into his ear, "what is HANGIN"

"Uh, hi. Hey." squeaked the assassin, his college sophomore voice still finding its way in the world. "what's up?"

"YO MAN we're watching this radical movie about the declaration of impedance or somethign man, you gotta flow with us! Bring some munchies man, later bro."

DEsmond thought aloud once again, voicing his worries of the event outlined before him. It was the outline of trouble. he was, after all, straight edge 4 lyfe.

Britty McBrit sounds in over the intercom - "Guy, i know this isn't your jam but you're gonna have to swing with me here. This film, National Treasure, has ancient precursors dating beyond the prehistoric ages."

So he sat down on the couch, neverously opening the bag of doritos he brough along, his collegues nodding in deep approval. He hadn't earned the nickname Dessy Doritos for nothing. He knew that as an assassin he mustn't stand out, even with faced with the fear of smoking the dreaded wacky tobacky. He ripped the bongo, as a tear slowly crept from his eye corner. His parents would be dissapoint.

SUDDENLY he realized that he had done the right thing, as his eagle vision was suddenly activated. He could see more than met the eye of a non-assassin, and even more. As the dvd reel of natural treasure played before his eyes, his eyes saw it all. nicholas cage. the delarcation of independce. all the lives stealing it would save outside the animust. he foudn what he had come here for.

With a jolt and a loud rapping, tapping at the door he sprung out of animus land and into the real world. He looked around, noticing that morpheos and trinidad were nowhere to be seen. "Hey where did they go?"

The brit of great wit answered, "They're not coming back, desmond. The templars got them. Their quest to make nachoes out of doritios has led to their demise."

A single tear dropped along each of their faces, and then it was back to business.

"We must get nucholas cage into the animus, whether he likes it or not!"