Hello everyone! Sorry for the long delay, but I sort of got a promotion at work. I work in child care and I used to help take care of the babies, but my supervisors moved me up and now I teach 2-3 year olds. While the work is fun and rewarding it is still a lot of responsibility and I have been focusing on my work while writing at the same time, and by the time I finish putting everything down on paper the need to get my tablet fired up to type is gone and I go to sleep. But now I am awake and back! Hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter, because while I rewrote the damn thing a million times I still feel eh, about it. Enjoy!

Chapter 4:

A.J could not believe what she had just heard from the older man's mouth.

She gave the old man an incredulous look, "What the hell did you just say?" she demanded.

"I believe you heard me correctly the first time, Miss Lindemann." He spoke calmly, voicing the seniority in his words as he spoke. "You were brought here for you ancestor's memories."

A.J felt a chill of fear pooling in the pit of her stomach as she looked on at the older man in disbelief.

I've bee kidnapped by a fucking nutcase!

A.J snapped out of her silent startlement, "Just how delusional are you, old man?"

Her words caused the older man to raise an eyebrow at her.

"What in the flying fuck makes you believe that I have any of my ancestor's memories? What? Do you think I just carry them around with me or something? Just how the hell can I have the memories of someone else?"

"The memories were passed down to you, Miss Lindemann," the older man explained. "through genetic inheritance. In a sense, you do technically carry the memoires around with you."

What in the fuck…? A.J was sure she had been captured by some grade A madman

"You posses the memories of your ancestor within your DNA."

"You're crazy!" A.J shot back.

The insult sounded weak and stupid to A.J, but it was all she had at the moment to keep herself grounded in the insanity that she had so suddenly plummeted into.

"I know it sounds crazy," the younger man jumped in, "but it is possible to genetically inherit the memories of your ancestors'."

Ah, fuck! The cute one is insane too.

A.J looked back from one man to the other, feeling like a fool as she did so. She didn't know what to say to either of them. The situation she had stumbled into and the insanity that the two of them were trying to sell to her was enough to make any average person mentally break from it all, but A.J was different.

She breathed deeply through her nose and grasped onto her sanity for dear life.

"Alright," A.J spoke calmly, "I'll play." She knew encouraging their fantasies was not the wisest choice to make, but she wanted to escape from wherever she was being held, and if that meant playing along with the basket cases for a bit then so be it.

"Care to explain these 'ancestral memories'?" A.J asked, "And while you're at it do you mind telling me how you know my name?"

"I suppose your questions are reasonable." Said the older man. "Let's begin with introductions then shall we.

My name is Doctor Warren Vidic, and you have already met my assistant, Asim Hassan." Vidic gestured towards the younger man, who gave A.J a small head nod of acknowledgement.

A.J returned the gesture with a quick glance before turning her attention back to Doctor Vidic.

"And I am going to assume you already know my name." A.J said dryly, already tired of this game.

"Yes, Miss Lindemann," said Vidic nonchalantly , "or would you rather be called by your full name: Anja Lydia Lindemann."

"I prefer to be called A.J."

Vidic looked at A.J in a studious way before nodding and saying, "A.J does suit you more, Miss Lindemann."

A.J only rolled her eyes at Vidic's words, "So, are you going to explain how you got to know my full name?"

"In this day and age, Miss Lindemann, it is quite easy to find anyone." Vidic said with a smile. "However," he added, "You did prove to be quite difficult to find."

"I won't divulge all the details," he added, "but I can tell you that Mr. Hassan and myself work for a company that is very good at tracking people we find of interest down."

"And just what makes me so special that you send a couple of goons to abduct me in the middle of the night?"

"For the simple fact that you are a descendent of the man whom we have been doing research on."

"And let me guess;" A.J cut in, "this is where the ancestral memories come in."

"You'd be correct, Miss Lindemann." Vidic said with a smile.

"You see Miss Lindemann, to make a long story as short as possible my employers asked me to find out some information from a former participant's ancestral memories. We did manage to find the information that we were looking for, but as it turns out the memories were…somewhat faulty."

"Faulty?"

"Yes," Vidic spoke slowly, carefully. He chose his words as to not give out too much information to her. "It seems that we were not getting the full story from the former participant's memoires, and my employers, and myself included, are hoping to get the entire story with your help, Miss Lindemann."

"How would my supposed ancestral memories help you?"

"Because Miss Lindemann," the tone of Vidic's voice reminded A.J of a teacher, paiently explaining a subject matter to a student. "Your ancestor just so happens to have a connection to our former participant's ancestor. I am hoping that your genetic memories will help us find the answers we are looking for."

"And just what is it you're looking for?" A.J gave the older man a somewhat curious glance. She wouldn't admit it but she had to know exactly what was it that these men were chasing after.

Vidic did not respond to her question right away. He did not wish to divulge any further information with the girl, he wasn't even sure if she knew anything at all about her biological family or if she even held any connections to the Assassin's.

"I believe it is best that you don't know, Miss Lindemann."

A.J was about to protest but Vidic cut her off before she even had a chance to open her mouth.

"And before you even complain, or even ask about the former participant let me just tell you right now, Miss Lindemann, the less you know the better."

By the stern look on her face Vidic could tell that he had not convinced her to drop the subject and willingly help them find the answers they needed.

Switching tactics Vidic said, "Think of it this way, Miss Lindemann, the less you know the greater security you give your family."

Vidic smiled inwardly as he saw the look of agitation in her hazel eyes turn to a furious heated gaze at him.

He found his mark.

"You leave my family out of your bullshit." A.J growled, a subtle warning in her voice that told Vidic that if anything happened to her family then she was coming after him.

"Then help me out here," said Vidic, "Think of it like this," he offered, "the faster you help us out the faster you can return to your normal life with the Lindemann's."

"The Lindemann's are my family." A.J stated.

So, she knows she's adopted. Vidic mentally noted, But is that all she knows?

"Will you help us then?"

"If it means that I can get out of here faster, then fine, yes. I'll fucking help you out."

"Splendid!" Vidic said a little too cheerfully. "Mr. Hassan and I will give you an hour to yourself to process all that you have just taken in. It is better to begin the process with a clear calm mind." He added as an after thought.

Without another word Vidic turned on heel and began to exit the room, not even bothering to wait for Asim to follow.

Asim, who had been standing and watching the two mentally battle each other for the past ten minutes or so, turned to A.J and spoke with a friendly smile.

"See you within the hour."

"See ya later." A.J mumbled not bothering to even look at Asim.

A.J listened as Asim's footfalls headed for the door, when she heard the automatic doors open and shut she felt like she could breathe a little easier.

A.J had not planned her move to agree and help out Vidic and Asim with their wild goose chase. She only agreed for one reason.

To protect her family.

And if protecting her family meant agreeing to play in their foolish endeavor then so be it. As long as her family was safe and far away from the lunatics that captured her.

Now what?

A.J wasn't sure what her next move would be, but she thought that if she continued to play along with the loons fantasy they would eventually drop their guard and she would then find an opening to escape.

"Should I go and get the animus ready, sir?" Asim asked Vidic.

"Before you do," said Vidic, "there is another assignment that I want you to do for me."

"Oh?" Asim raised a dark eyebrow in interest, "What would that be, sir?"

"I need you to befriend Miss Lindemann. Find out what she knows about her family or the Assassin's."

Asim felt his throat dry up, "What?" he croaked.

A.J had already been put through enough within the last twenty four hours. To build a friendship with a young girl, who was all alone in this situation, then to betray it by feeding detailed information back to his superior seemed like a cruel idea to Asim.

And it was something that he was not willing to do.

Trying to find a way out the horrid plan Asim asked, "Cannot Abstergo do research on the Lindemann family to see if they have any Assassin connections?"

Vidic quickly dismissed the idea, "There has already been a detailed research done on the Lindemann family, and there is nothing tying them to the Assassin's."

"Then there is no need to-"

"There is a need!" Vidic spoke harshly, taking Asim by surprise at the sudden change of mood. "The only thing that I know for sure is that, that girl was adopted at three weeks old with only the barest amount of legal paper work possible. Her real parents did their damnedest to hide her, and I am not about to expose Abstergo by questioning the Lindemann's personally and raising a red flag to the Assassin's.

No matter how tiny the chance is, Hassan, I am not willing to take it. So, befriend the girl and find out what she knows. That is an order, Mr. Hassan."

"I…" Asim wanted to refuse, he truly did, but the cold, dead, and furious gaze in Vidic's cruel eyes caused the fear to grasp at him.

He didn't want to play with A.J's emotions, it felt absurdly wrong to him.

Asim wanted to refuse, he wanted to tell Vidic that he was a horrible man for even coming up with such a plan, but Asim knew the people he worked for and he knew that he had no choice in the matter.

Once an order was given it had to be followed out. No matter how wrong it seemed to be.

"I will do it." Asim agreed with a tremendous heavy heart. He already felt terrible for what he was about to do.

"Excellent!" Vidic said, ignoring Asim's sullen expression, pleased that plans were going his way on a fairly smooth course "Let's get everything ready then, Mr. Hassan."

Holy crap! I got this chapter typed up and edited in one evening! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and don't worry we have one more chapter for part 1 before we get to part 2. Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long. Until then, take care guys and I'll see you in chapter 5.