Sorry for no Unexpected hero last week, I kindof forgot and had no drive to write it. This story has been nagging at me for a long time; if I don't write it now, I might accidentally put it in another story.

Scyrus' P.O.V

I tapped the phone against my head in thought. "assasins, assasins?" I removed the device from my forehead and ran through my database. "why is that so familiar?" I muttered to myself about not liking not knowing things. I ran through my files until I found something that helped my brain click, my games library.

"of course! The games made by… oh" I looked at the developer and narrowed my vision at the logo. "Abstergo" the word was painful to say, it was the largest competitor for my company in r&d and technology. "what ties does this company have to the assassin order?" I asked the phone.

I saw the numbers run across the screen and then heard a response. "other than the games, the company has sunk many funds into the research and recovery of objects the assasins protected through the ages, known as precursor relics. The precursors are theorized to be the reason for the human race to come into existence. Any further details are encrypte-decryption complete. Early methods of finding the artefacts were done by using a subject with a high concentration of precursor DNA, the most recent has been a Mr. Desmond Miles, deceased as of December 21 2012. Cause of death: Unknown. The uniquely Triple-helix DNA allows for use of Genetic Memory to look through the eyes of past ancestors."

I thought about the information, "how did they access the genetic memory?" the phone displayed more information and said it aloud. "the namesake of their entertainment console, the Animus, allowed the user to see from the perspective of the ancestor during iconic moments. The system had a flaw though, it required a human interface to run through the memories as programming a computer to translate the raw data into comprehensible material was nigh impossible."

"check my current genetic makeup for concentration of precursor dna" the phone merely flashed my record on the screen. "judging from data taken from Abtergo's 'secure' servers, you are well over the minimum percentage for genetic memory access"

I nodded "good, now, connect me to Abstergo" the phone rung once and connected "Abstergo industries, please hol-" I hung up "screw that, get me the ceo's personal cell" the phone rung once again, a few more times than previously.

"hello?" answered the unsure voice. I cleared my throat "hello, to get to the point, I need an animus." The other end stayed silent for a second before responding "who the hell are you and how the hell did you get this number?"

I rolled my eyes and grinned "a very powerful man, and the former answers the latter" the voice on the other end turned from a cautious tone to a very pissed off one "that answered neither of my questions, but still, if you want the gaming console then contact our commercial department."

My grin grew wider "I meant the original" I heard a satisfying catch in the other's breath. "I have no idea what you are talking about." I clicked my teeth together and spoke in a condescending tone. "really now? The information on my phone tells me very much otherwise. Oh, and don't bother tracing the number unless you want to be bounced between every active cell signal across the globe." I heard cautious breathing turn into an exited exhale "whoever you are, neither you nor anyone outside of abstergo would be capable of running the hardware. The only working version of the device you mentioned is at our headquarters, so you come to us mr. mystery"

My grin had long since turned to a sneer "agreed mr…" I looked through the data on my phone to find his name. "Orlando, but be warned, any funny business, and I have a team of highly trained people ready and waiting for me to draw a big red target on your forehead"

I heard a strained laugh "well then, see you later mr. ?" I looked directly at the phone and spoke plainly into it "the name's Pyro, Scyrus Pyro" then I hung up.

Later that day

I walked through the sterile white halls of the Abstergo headquarters. The damned place looked like a space hospital. The men leading me took me to a room with a strange table and a small group of scientists. I eyeballed them as they nodded at the table. "this is an old model, so comfort of the user was not a present priority."

I gritted my teeth and lay on the table. "be warned" I snapped my fingers and half a dozen armed men uncloaked and turned their weapons to the men. I snapped my fingers again and the troops disappeared. A visor extended out over my face and a scientist walked up with an oxygen mask.

He placed it over my face and the machine blazed to life, I slipped from my own body and instead woke inside a bar. I felt my mouth grin and my hand place a bottle of whiskey to my mouth as a different voice laughed from this new mouth while looking at a bunch of passed out men "lightweights"

Sorry for the unannounced hiatus! One word, school. No more needs be said. I lost drive to write my skyrim fic, so look forward to a few more chapters of this until I get more drive to write.