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Chapter Two
At once the doors slid open and everyone silenced. A small group of employees, some wearing lab coats and some in business suits, stepped out to meet them. One was an aged man with a white beard. He beamed at all of them and then spread his arms.
"Good day and welcome everyone! We don't open our doors like this often but when we do we do so with pure excitement! Soon you'll be introduced to some of the greatest endeavors in medicine and science and hopefully…." He cast his eyes about the entire group. "A bright future."
Cadence smiled at his over-dramatization.
"I am Dr. Warren Vidic, and allow me to welcome you to Abstergo!"
Holly bent close and whispered, "Nobody sees the Wizard! Not no way not no how!"
Cadence held in a sputter of laughter and lightly nudged against Holly. They, along with the rest of the small crowd, slowly walked inside and followed two interns down a hallway. Vidic beamed and waved at them all as they passed and then quietly took his leave in a nearby elevator.
The air was rather thin and slightly chilled, much like any office atmosphere. However, on the whole Abstergo was a splendor to observe inside. Blending almost seamlessly with the business centered furniture were a number of modern art sculptures. The upper floors were easily visible as each one circled around the main lobby. The sheer amount of white encompassing the whole of the lobby made it sometimes difficult to tell where the walls began and ended. What appeared as innocent unassuming panes of glass revealed themselves to be the latest in micro-luminescent displays with brilliant crystal clear footage.
Both Cadence and Holly stood mesmerized by the spectacular displays. Cadence smiled up at one of them.
"I want one."
"Come on," said Holly, pulling Cadence along.
"Abstergo is one of the foremost leaders in urban technology and pharmaceuticals," one intern explained. She nearly swooned over the very ground she walked upon. "Many MIT graduates have contributed to this company in ways they could barely have envisioned. And of course there is Abstergo's constant zeal for the advancement of medicine. A cure for the common cold is one of our…"pipe dreams," I suppose you could say."
"But doesn't the nature of a rhino virus make that….kind of impossible?" questioned one of the guests.
The intern smiled to herself, then turned to the guest. "Nothing is impossible, not with the proper understanding."The guest looked between his friends a bit curiously, but he was no less silenced. "Now, if you will all follow me please." The intern led them on and through a set of doors which required authentication from the ID around her neck. Cadence could not help but feel just a little excited by this. After all, it was not just any door; it was a Security Door! As they entered they say dozens upon dozens of groups engaged in various tasks and hunched over machines and laptops.
"This is our first of several levels of R&D. The upper levels are still very much hush-hush I'm afraid, but we were hoping a small glimpse at what we engage in might whet your professional appetite." The group turned their large eyes away from the activity and to their guide. She smiled around at each of them expectantly and they gestured for them to spread out. "Well go on then!" she chuckled. Like a team having settled on a play, the tour group dispersed amongst the tables.
Cadence stood looking up and down a holographic projection of a double helix. She glanced at the technician working at his laptop. She bit her lower lip in anticipation and cleared her throat.
"Sooo, what're you doing?"
"Trying to increase the efficiency of this rabies vaccine," he answered a bit distantly. "The vaccine has a small failure percentage; this isometric model allows me to track my progress in real time."
"Coolio," smirked Cadence still staring at it.
"Hey!Cadence!" Holly suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her arm, giving her a start. "Come over here!" Holly yanked her over to yet another technological marvel.
-AAA-
Vidic swiftly walked down a hallway in the upper levels and passed through a few security checkpoints. Soon he found himself in a room with dozens of monitors. Three men sat before them, monitoring what was being displayed. The screens presented them with an Orwellian view of the entire complex, namely the location of the tour group. Vidic swiftly checked his wrist watch then turned his attention back to the monitors.
"Happy hunting?" someone asked as they entered the room. He wore a neatly kept suit which was a shade of black that starkly contrasted Vidic's slightly lighter suit.
Vidic shot him a sideways glance. "This is an important step in the selection process;ever since our enemies have become more thickly veiled than ever."
"I think you overestimate them, Warren. They've been reduced to small, barely functioning, sleeper cells. At such a juncture, would anything they could possibly do make a difference?"
Vidic kept his steely eyes on the screens. "If it is one thing that has kept our Order alive and powerful it is has been our constant vigilance' of everything…." A program began studying and mapping everybody's face as they appeared on screen. "…And everyone." Once each map was completed, the computer stored it away for later use. Among the last to be permanently marked by Abstergo were Cadence and Holly. "We need to be prepared for anything."
-AAA-
Holly tapped her fingers in thin air, allowing for the projected holo-keyboard to detect her finger movements and record them in a word document; "Omni-Light" it was called.
"I could really get used to this," she mumbled.
Cadence, meanwhile, was absorbed in assisting a technician with her experiment. Two leads were attached to both of Cadence's temples which led to a laptop. Before her was a highly skeletal robotic arm. It moved erratically as Cadence stared at it with squinting eyes.
"It doesn't seem to be working," said Cadence.
"Well don't feel bad, it's like any new limb…..it takes a while to move."
"I'll say," said Cadence with slight irritation.
"Alright everyone!" The sound of the tour guide's voice suddenly rang throughout the room. "It's time to make our way back downstairs for today's job fair. We encourage all of you to take some time to get to know our staff and hopefully you will have some interest in joining our little 'family'. Any additional information can be found at our website, if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask me!"
-AAA-
The thunder boomed outside the Bennet's home. The rain pounded against Cadence's bedroom window like thousands of tiny hammers. As they day moved to night the air turned from cold to wet. Just as she had told her mother, Cadence arrived back home later that evening and after dinner set to routine school work. She presently sat cross-legged in the middle of her room with her netbook and a series of papers splayed before her. Her hand tried working some stiffness out of the back of her neck and when that failed she stretch both her arms up above her head. Her hands had become slightly cramped as well; hours of endless writing did have the rather annoying trait of soreness.
"Cadence," her mother called.
"What?" answered Cadence.
"Help me move some trunks," her mother's voice was slightly strained; she was already hard at work.
Cadence replied without taking her eyes from her computer. "Homework, mum. I'll be down in a bit."
"Please Cadence; it'll only take a moment." Cadence rolled her eyes and stiffly got up from the floor. She met up with Lenore at the foot of the stairs where a small pile of boxes had already appeared. Cadence turned a slightly irritated look to her mother. Lenore wiped her forehead of sweat and lightly chuckled. "Well…..maybe a bit more than a moment." Cadence could only sigh and begin her work.
"I thought it was you who said something about always focus on studies."
"Yes yes," said Lenore. "But there are exceptions to every rule."
"Oh like what?" Cadence asked, moving aside more boxes.
"Like 'stop-what-you're-doing-and-help-mummy' exceptions." Cadence couldn't help but crack a smile, albeit surreptitiously. Her and her mother often did argue but it always playful and more or less ended in a stalemate. Cadence stuffed some picture frames into one of the boxes and held it up for her mother to see.
"What about these?"
"Oh, down there. Those are for storage I should think."
"Right."
Cadence blindly walked down a smaller flight of steps toward a part of the house she never frequently traversed. She set the box down next to some others and took a moment to work the last of her stiffness out. As she moved her neck about in various fashions, she soon came to notice that behind one large stack of boxes was a peculiar outline. Curiosity took full control and soon she was moving the boxes aside in order to reveal an old doorway. Cadence shifted her eyes about in perplexity.
"Mum?"
"Yes?"
"Come here, please."The distant footsteps of Lenore steadily grew louder as she drew closer. Cadence's eyes never left the doorway. Soon Lenore rounded the corner.
"What is it?"
Cadence pointed at the door. "What's through here?"
Lenore's eyes moved to the door and her mouth parted somewhat. She was silent for a moment; Cadence glanced at her mother expectantly. Finally Lenore shook her head slightly and put on a small smile.
"Oh…that looks an old bomb from the great war." Cadence took a step toward it and laid a hand on the doorknob. "Can't imagine it's been opened in years." Cadence turned the knob without resistance, however as soon as she pushed forward she found that the door would not budge an inch. Lenore shifted her eyes between Cadence and the door. The inquisitive young woman pressed her hand against the door and then took a step back. "Cadence…I…really wouldn't-"
"Omph!" Lenore shut her eyes slightly as Cadence did manage to force the door open by putting all her force behind her shoulder, butalas it hurt like a bitch. Cadence pursed her lips together and slowly brought her other hand to her throbbing shoulder. "…Ow….."
"Lordy, I'll be right back." Lenore disappeared into the kitchen again. Cadence winced slightly, trying to nurse her sore shoulder. Soon the look of pain on her face was dissipating once she was able to begin seeing through the cloud of dust. She narrowed her eyes and cocked her head slightly, slowly stepping through the open doorway. Cadence was surprised by how few cobwebs she ran into, yet the air was still and musty.
"That's nice." She muttered, stepping further into the shelter. As soon as she took another step further in she felt something thin and stringy graze her cheek. She startled somewhat but soon realized it was a piece of string linking to something above head. It was a string and upon pulling it Cadence turned on a strangely placed florescent bulb. "What?"
Soon her mother was coming back around with some crushed ice in a towel. "Here, this should help."
"Mum?"
"Yes? What?"
"Are you sure how old this thing is?"
"Pretty sure, why?" Cadence looked back up at the light momentarily. Lenore watched as Cadence moved about in the shelter. Lenore shifted a bit uneasily, as though searching for the next possible excuse to order Cadence out of the small room. However, she soon calmed herself and set the towel and ice on a nearby box. "Well just don't stay in there too long, no telling what's floating about in that air."
"Y-Yes, mum," muttered Cadence. Soon she was left alone and took to looking around. Aside from the oddly placed modern lighting system, there were many things accurate to the Second World War; though much of it was covered in cobwebs. The brick walls looked and smelt of decades old. The shelves were stocked full of canned food and hard liquor, obviously meant for a long siege that ultimately would never come. Cadence moved a lock of her hair out of the way as she bent over to get a better look at a book shelf. There were many different novels and periodicals, some of them actually bearing Churchill's signature. Cadence smirked at seeing the war hero's mark. Her smile soon faded when she noticed that the Churchill books possessed a slightly thinner coating of dust than the others.
"Hmm." She moved aside the books and found that a piece of the wall was segmented in the shape of a small rectangle. She pressed her hand against it and recoiled slightly when the small space suddenly opened, revealing a hidden compartment. "Whoa!" She restrained herself for a small moment, but it was not long before curiosity sang its tempting song. Her hand soon found something hidden within the compartment.
Cadence drew her hand out and with it a leather-bound folder. Cadence leveled it in her hands and with a soft puff of air from her lips she drove away what dust had found its way upon it. She brushed her hand over the surface, revealing an embossed crest in the center. It almost appeared "A" shaped in its design.
Cadence's mouth parted slightly. She wasn't sure why the symbol appealed to her so deeply, yet something told her that she should investigate further. Cadence hugged the folder to her person and quickly took her leave of the bomb shelter.
-AAA-
Cadence shoved her bedroom door shut with her back; her arms currently full with her new prize. As she had made her way back upstairs her mother had mentioned something about dinner being almost ready; yet Cadence paid it little mind with only a passing response. She sat back down amongst her school notes, though they were suddenly far less important. Quickly she sat back down pulled open the leather folder. From it she drew a handful of documents, some of which were new and others decades old. She looked upon the documents and at the head of the first page she beheld the same "A" shaped crest as on the folder.
Cadence bit her lip and quickly glanced over her shoulder. Certain that she had no surprise visitors, she returned her attention to the page and immediately began to read;
"23 May, 1994. Here follows the account of my charge, hopefully it remains a rescue mission….but my kind has never inherited such fortune. I have irreversibly left behind all whom I know and hold dear, but I take solace in the assurances of their safety. At the moment, I know only what William has told me….and that has not been much. However, I trust him. I always have and I presently have no reason to stop. Tomorrow…I depart."
Cadence noted with some irritation the rather short beginning, yet she quickly skipped ahead several pages.
"Day twenty-six of my had become dry for weeks and what I began to take for a fool's errand I am now beginning to have a renewed faith. The meager clue I have found has been vague yet I cannot deny its profundity, since upon its find my enemies have intensified their pursuit of me."
Cadence's fingers almost pinched the pages into a single piece.
"My latest acquisition from one of my enemies has shed some light. How amusing is it that within this journal I recount my finding and abridging of another man's thoughts. But they are intriguing; the accounts of the Jesuit priest, Jual Rodriguez. His writings take me to his time and his journeys to a remote fortress, hidden amongst tall mountains. Rodriguez describes a fraternal brotherhood, locked in a fierce struggle against a mortal enemy. His hosts explained that their words 'Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted', examines the nature of a world they had come to know and how their people confront it. Rodriguez goes on to mention a name, a family name, which he carried on even after his departure from Masyaf. Who is the woman he names, Cecilia Vallen, and what does she imply? For whatever purpose he has for concealing the nature of her identity, I cannot guess. All I can hope for now is to decipher Cecilia and Cadence's connection. Yet now I must be cautious. I have risked far too much, the remainder of my travels will have to be encoded. Our enemy has too many resources at its disposal, as it is…I enjoy a proper puzzle."
Adrian
"WHAT?!" Cadence exclaimed aloud. She brought the page closer to her face so as to ensure she hadn't misread it, yet as she did she slowly began to shake her head. "He can't mean me…"
Instantly, Cadence set the papers aside and flipped open her netbook. Within moments she was on the internet and searching the etymology of the name she had just read. Unfortunately, and in keeping with the nature of names, she found that pool for the name "Vallen" was wider than she thought. No matter how she reformatted her search, it all still boiled down to the same result; which is to say nothing. She pursed her lips together in irritation. Her newfound obsession may have been infantile in its life, but it was no less potent. Cadence found herself faced with something that almost nobody can ever resist; a mystery. Who is Adrian? How did she have anything to do with this…Cecilia? It might not have jarred her so much if she hadn't discovered these documents within a secret room in her own home.
"No nono, a perfect stranger can't know my name…..I'm not…" Her voice stopped short. Her voice cut out when she realized that no matter how much she tried to rationalize a coincidence, the more it became clear that it simply wasn't a 's fingertips tightly brushed her forehead. She took a moment to reconnoiter her thoughts and then turned her eyes back to her laptop.
"No I…this isn't my family…"
-AAA-
Unbeknownst to Cadence, as she conducted her search, an alert promptly reached the monitor of an Abstergo agent, observing relevant internet activity. The technician answered the alert and immediately paged a number on his phone.
"Dr. Vidic, there's been a name hit; Cecilia Vallen…..yes, we have IP address….Cadence Bennet."
-AAA-
The next day Cadence was walking alongside Holly down the street. It had taken every ounce of willpower Cadence possessed not to talk about her discovery during school, yet she managed to contain herself. Even with someone as close to her as her mother, Cadence for some reason felt she could only tell Holly about this; and the fact was that whilst in school one is never out of earshot.
"Is that all it said?" Holly asked seriously.
Cadence nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. Mind you, I wouldn't have minded if it was infinitely more cryptic," she said sarcastically.
Holly scrunched up her face as she re-read the last page Cadence had. "Who's Adrian?"
"I haven't foggiest. He some kind of….historical figure or something?"
Holly looked it over once more before shaking her head and handing it all back to her friend. "I dunno, I mean you say you found this in some rickety old bomb shelter."
"I know,the whole thing seems a bit dodgy and entirely coincidental. But…" Cadence slowed her pace as she began rubbing her brow. Holly slowed with her and gingerly took her friend's free arm.
"But what?"
Cadence smiled and shook her head. "I don't know, I guess a part of me is hoping this is actually leading to something big….and amazing." Cadence fully faced Holly. "I really can't explain it; I've always just had this feeling that there was something more to my life. Like somewhere out there is the answer to a question I haven't even asked yet. I…" Again her voice trailed off, only this time it led to a small chuckle. " to me, that was properly pathetic."
"I don't think so," said Holly earnestly. Cadence looked at her doubtfully. "No honestly, I believe you. What if this is somehow connected with your dreams?"
"Dreams are one thing, this is entirely another-"
"Exactly!" exclaimed Holly. Cadence regarded her with surprise.
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you really think this all a coincidence?" Holly asked. Cadence gawked at her for a moment. "I mean really, you just blathered on about how you suspect something's missing in your life and a mystery worth a king's ransom just fell into your lap. There's something of a coincidence and there's something so insane it's got to be true."
Cadence shifted her eyes about for a moment, taking in everything Holly said. Gradually her eyes began to enlarge as her excitement once again ignited.
"Oh my God, you're right…." She looked at a smiling Holly with wide eyed vigor. "You're right!"
"I know I am!"
Cadence looked about wildly, "This is…this is amazing, where do we begin?"
"Well you already have!" said Holly, gesturing to the papers in Cadence's hand.
"Right, right! Well, I couldn't follow up on anything about this 'Cecilia' person, at least not at first. We're going to have to dig a little deeper." Holly began nodding. "Whatever records exist are probably too old to be digitized, but there may be something in the library-"
Suddenly,two black unmarked cars quickly pulled up beside them on the curb and three men dressed in matching black suits stepped out. The two young girls watched them with furrowed brows. One of them approached them while the other two circled behind. Holly glanced at the trailing two with apprehension. Cadence kept her eyes on the one who approached her. He was fairly young, not many years older than Cadence, and boasted a head of neatly gelled black hair.
"Cadence Bennet?" asked the man.
"C-Can I help you?"
"A matter of national security has arisen."
Cadence nodded and folded her hands together. "Yes, well….those sorts of things can certainly muck things up. We wish you all the best."
"We need you, both of you, to come with us immediately," said the young man. Cadence swallowed the growing lump in her throat.
"On whose authority?"
"I'm afraid I can't discuss sensitive matters in public, all I can say at this moment is that we need you to step into that car right now." Holly still eyed the other two men, who at that moment began edging closer to them. The young man took a step closer to Cadence. "Miss, I can offer you a ride in either the back seat or the boot. Now which would you prefer?"
Cadence narrowed her eyes, finding some courage from his condescension. She defiantly drew her cell phone.
"I think I'd preferto call the police."
However before she could dial a single digit, the man nodded to his colleagues and one of them drew a taser and jabbed it into the backside of Holly. Cadence whirled around at the sound of her friend's yelp.
"HOLLY!" Of course no sooner did she try to cry for help when she felt a similar jolt of pain in her side and soon after succumbing to darkness. Her last recollection was the vaguest sensation of being lifted off her feet and stuffed into a tight area.
-AAA-
Lenore sat at the kitchen table later that evening, the other seat occupied not by her daughter but by an officer of the law. Lenore propped her head upon her hand and nodded distantly to what the police officer was saying to her. It had something to do with contacting any close friends, retracing her earlier whereabouts….things that for the moment merely washed over her mind. All that mattered at the moment was that Cadence was missing; and presently, there was no clue as to where she was.
-AAA-
Cadence could not discern how long she had been unconscious. Yet even when she became able to ponder such a thought, she still found the simple act of opening her eyes to be a hardened chore indeed. She became aware of the soft yet utilitarian-like mattress she lay on. Her fingers found some strength and she gripped the side of the bed frame; its cold metallic surface sent immediate shivers down her spine. It almost felt as though she was trapped in a waking dream, barely able to move let alone see or speak.
Finally, Cadence was able to slowly open her eyes and as she did, a large room of silver and white came into focus. She limply turned her head to the right, seeing that an open door led into a full bathroom. Sitting up, Cadence rubbed her head and soon noticed a strange table at the foot of the bed. It was ergonomically shaped, no doubt built for a single reclining individual. Yet as strange as this sit was it still did little to answer the question as to where she was. Cadence rubbed her eyes and then glanced at the clock sitting upon the nightstand. Amongst the various buttons was an embossed logo which she instantly recognized.
"Abstergo," she whispered.
Abstergo?! What in the blazes was she doing here?! And Holly….HOLLY!
Cadence hurriedly looked about, though she saw no immediate sign of her best friend. Cadence leapt from her bed and dashed into the bathroom while calling her name; still nothing. Cadence emerged from the bathroom with her hands worryingly running through her hair. It was also then that she noticed she no longer wore the clothes she'd stepped into that morning. Many dark imaginings suddenly flooded her mind. Cadence remained rooted, afraid that any further investigation into her new surroundings would only serve to haunt her psyche.
At that moment however a sound made her whirl around in place. The door to her room was opening with a sharp and smooth sliding sound and in stepped the young man who had apprehended her and Holly. Cadence regarded him with narrowed eyes as he walked in carrying a tray.
"Good morning," he said flatly. Cadence said nothing, but merely backed away as he approached and placed the tray on a nearby desk. Upon the tray was a plate of eggs, bacon, some fruit, a biscuit and a glass of orange juice. "Breakfast,Miss," he said in the same tone. "Your belongings are being cleaned and will be set into storage for the duration of your stay here." He saw Cadence swallow hard and grip the fabric of her plain clothes. "Calm if you please, a nurse saw to your new clothes."
"Where's Holly?!" Cadence demanded.
"My name is Casper Becket; I am to be your operator."
"Well your servant sir, now where is HOLLY?! And by what right do you abduct us and imprison us here?!"
Cadence gave Becket the hardest of stares and did not mutter a single word until so much as one of her questions was answered. Becket finally let out a sigh and allowed her stony demeanor to soften.
"What I told you when we first met was the truth; we honestly do require your services."
Cadence screwed up her face in confusion. "We? You mean Abstergo. Since when are they in the business of kidnapping?"
"Since the true face of their day to day operations was masked by the public image the whole world now trusts," said Becket honestly. Cadence went silent again. "Miss Ambrose was an unfortunate bystander, I'm afraid. Our orders were to acquire only you, yet we simply could not do so in her presence so contingent actions were taken. Rest assured she is here and is being kept in comfort for such time as our work requires."
"A locked door with no way out isn't comfort; it's a prison!" she spat back at him. "And as for whatever 'work' you people seem to think I'm going to help you with, I can assure you that I won't be lifting a single finger. What have you and Abstergo to say about THAT?!" So saying, she folded her arms and sat back down upon her bed.
Becket, already 'enjoying' his Zen working conditions, drew a small memory card and slid into a slot on the strange table at foot of the bed. A screen above the head of the bed came to life and Cadence instantly recognized the images.
"While there exist many clever and imaginative ways of describing this information, it is for all intents and purposes….your life," said Becket. Cadence's mouth hung ajar as everything from photos from Facebook to family pictures and home videos were displayed. Cadence slowly shook her head; who were these people? Soon it was all swept aside and the name 'Cecelia Vallen' appeared along with a lineup of web addresses.
"Your most recent online inquires," he prompted. "Some time ago we explored the nature of Madame Vallen's relevance to our plan; however the trail ran cold very quickly." It soon became clear to Cadence where this was going. "However, with the discovery of Adrian's journals and your obvious lineage, we can now proceed."
"Hang on," said Cadence, turning in place. "What lineage?"
Becket switched off the screen. "Admittedly that is only an educated guess, but it has high merit. We're hoping that through examination of Madame Vallen's exploits, we may be that much closer to achieving our goals."
"How?"
Becket laid both of his hands down on the table. "This is a device, called an 'Animus'. It was first developed by Doctor Vidic himself. It allows us to access genetic memory locked within an individual's DNA." Becket leaned slightly toward her. "We need you to enter the Animus and follow Cecelia's path."
"That-is-preposterous! What makes you think there is anything of Cecelia's memories in my DNA?"
"I'm afraid I can't say anymore at the moment. All I can say is that we both have our mandates and that we are to begin as soon as possible." Cadence snickered and once again turned away from him. Becket rubbed his forehead and sighed. "It shames me to say that if you do not cooperate we can induce a coma…" Still looking away from him, Cadence's mouth parted slightly. "Our task would be all the more tedious yet still manageable. Unfortunately, you would likely awaken with irreparable brain damage and of course retain no memory of what has transpired."
Cadence's face was awash of effort which was spent holding back tears. She stood up and looked at him."What is it?"
Becket shook his head.
"What could possibly be so important to you that would do this someone?"
"I would hope that in time you might come to have the proper understanding. You simply have to trust me."
Cadence folded her arms and shook her head. "Trust you?...never." Her whisper was so sharp is quite nearly cut the air itself in half. Cadence wiped away a single renegade tear and slowly approached him. She let her fingers rest on the table and paused. "If I help you, will you let Holly go?"
Becket let his eyes move about before nodding. "Yes."
"Do I have your word?"
Again he nodded. "Yes."
Cadence nodded in response and closed her eyes. "Then what do I do?"
"Lie down," said Becket. Reluctantly, Cadence lowered herself down on the table, her body conforming to the shape of the Animus. "The Animus interface is very intuitive but it may still take a little getting used to. You simply need to relax and the Animus will do most of the driving."
"You said this thing makes memories appear in my head…or before my eyes or some such thing; any danger in that?"
Becket took up his station a small console attached to the animus "Subjects haven't been going barking mad, if that's what you mean."
"In no small way," muttered Cadence.
"We'll have to closely examine each memory before we can progress, so I wouldn't try to rush things. Astonishingly, they go as far back as her infancy, no doubt subconscious memories remain as strong as ever. Right, here we go. Good luck…and thank you."
"Just get on with it," Cadence snapped.
As per her intolerant instruction, Becket began the first memory sequence. A thing arching pane of glass moved over Cadence's eyes and almost immediately it projected a display of words and numbers. She could hear Becket typing the computer beside her and within moments the world around her was engulfed in a white light and she was in her velvety prison no longer.
Right! Tune in next time for Cecelia's first memories, should be awesome. Leave us some comments, please! Thanks for reading!