Message From The Veins (Assassin's Creed)

Prologue

"Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. 

We work in the dark to serve the light. 

We are Assassins."  

Long after the death of Desmond Miles, Abstergo scrambles to find new test subjects in order to continue their Animus Program. They find two promising ones, one with a ancestor from  1700's Germany, another from the Brazilian Revolution in the late 18th century. The Templars hope this new data will give them an edge against the Assassins, but once their test subjects discover what's really going on, along with the truth of their families origins, will they continue to cooperate? 

There's a message hidden within their veins from their ancestors, and it's time to find out what they're shouting. 

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Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport - Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Acrophobia, basophobia, aviophobia, oh all the things that made him sick to his stomach. Not that any of those pitiful sicknesses affected him in the least, but certainly it was a sight to see when those people in first class began their panic, the fear and anxiety setting in. Oh, how he longed to stick a tranquilizer in them, at the very least, even in the public setting they were trapped in. Then again, if the flight attendants didn't notice, and the passengers weren't paying attention, he might be spared the sickly sour smell of- oh. There it was.

Someone's stomach had clearly upset them. To his right, he looked at his colleague curiously. As if feeling the critical gaze on the back of his head, one scarred eye met his, a scowl on his face, "Yes, Doctor?" he asked darkly.

The doctor, unamused, turned his head to gaze out the window upon the many airplanes roaming their sanctuary on the ground, only half paying attention as they left the terminal and proceeded to pass the security with little issue. They were most certainly busy with the unpleasant surprise back at the plane, "You agree with the others. It's a risk," he mused, even as another two men approached from behind, "Vidic took a lot of them. But he also accomplished things,"

Both traveling men were flanked by extremely muscular and armed guards in head to toe black, but they continued their fast-paced walk, "He also lost his mind and died, Doctor," he grunted.

"Better to die enlightened and in service of the order than alone, in the dark," the dirty blonde continued to look around the airport, carrying his bag with a death grip. Even still, a few more men continued to follow, some blending with the crowd, others not bothering to disguise their presence. It wasn't as if anyone could do anything about it, "Imagine the power he witnessed in his final moments. One of us, mere humans, one of them, no less, using it for something more than a destructive bomb set to go off at every whim. Calculated-"

"You are aware of our current location," the dark brunette cut in, despite the annoyed glare of one of the clearly eavesdropping men, "It is a little public, for such discussions, wouldn't you say?" and though it was phrased as a suggestion, his companion cared little what the doctor thought. There was a reason he worried about security with such bold leaders running their mouths at any given opportunity.

He shrugged indifferently, looking back in the direction of the sickly green passenger that held the attention of airline workers and other first-class riders alike, "They are otherwise occupied. Still, if we can accomplish even half of what he did, we will most certainly gain the attention of the elders."

"Many have gained the attention of the elders. Not all have survived. Not many, to be perfectly honest. Especially someone who is as sloppy as-" several horrified screams littered the air, panic settling into the hearts of those civilians around them, and fear began to plant its seeds, rippling amongst their surroundings in hushed whispers and panic, for some men and women.

"Come now, Lancaster! That is certainly no way to think. When we succeed, we will most certainly be rewarded for our efforts." As if on cue, three more identically dressed men appeared, carrying bags and cases belonging to those original fliers, avoiding the panicked, almost erratic running of airport security around the

"If we succeed," he muttered bitterly, but if the doctor heard or realized what Adrian Lancaster had implied, he made no indication of it, "I suggest we accelerate our movement. They will not be happy once they realize we have disposed of their tail,"

The sea of taxi drivers outside parted at the arrival of four black SUVs, and still more armed, angry looking guards poured out, making room for the new arrivals in their fold, even before they had stepped foot on the sidewalk, "True," the doctor frowned to himself, "The local police will be most displeased with a sudden American death in their allegedly secure airport, at any rate, especially with blockages at every turn of their investigation,"

"It would be best to leave immediately, sir," Lancaster insisted, standing at the door, waiting for his superior to enter the vehicle so they could be on their way. Time was most certainly of the essence, "Unexpected difficulties will certainly make this a challenge,"

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Books Theme: Believer by Imagine Dragons (Alex Boye Cover) 

"First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh
The way that things have been, oh ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you think that I can be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh
The master of my sea, oh ooh

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Write down my poems for the few
That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Third things third
Send a prayer to the ones up above
All the hate that you've heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh ooh
Your spirit up above, oh ooh

But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
'Til it broke up and it rained down
It rained down, like

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

What do they do when they see the fire in your eyes
And see their voices fly
That's when they know you're a believer

This is the fire, this is the place, the future, the blood in my veins
I'm moving, and flowing, inhibited, unlimited, break it down and let it rain 

You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
(Pain, pain)
You break me down, you built me up, believer, believer
(Pain)
I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from
(Pain)
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer!"