Anon wanted to apologize for the notes and the panic. I often panic instead of just fixing the problem. I hope I'm still doing okay.
Rebecca was silent as they lay together. She did look a lot like Dana. After a few minutes, he could feel the questions bubbling again.
“So, why did you want to forget Desmond?”
“He was my only friend. The memories are painful.”
She hummed, resting her head against his chest and yawning. “So when will Charles get here?”
“No idea.”
It wasn’t too much longer before he was carrying her back inside the warehouse, fast asleep in his arms. He set her on a sleeping bag, the beds packed and ready to go. He looked to find Lucy typing away at a computer, and Shaun looking over her shoulder, biting his finger. They looked to acknowledge him, and he frowned.
“Why are those not packed?”
“It’s the last computer, and I have to check in with the heads of the Order to let them know that… uh…”
“Instead of a human being, we picked up a freak,” Shaun finished, and Alex chose to ignore the jibe, sitting at a window and watching the night pass.
He woke to the sound of gunfire, and he was on his feet in an instant, armor out as the others woke. He heard the sound of the door breaking down, and he was running out of the room, and pressed against the wall to peer out into the room, changing into the last soldier he had eaten. With little difficulty, he snuck into the crowds, blending in as he searched for Charles in the chaos. The soldiers were marching up toward the room they had slept in, and he hoped they were out.
“Where’s Lieutenant Hannon?” he barked.
One of the soldiers gestured, and he moved forward still, pushing through the masses, and once he saw the man, he could feel the virus stir, ready to make a kill. He was heavily guarded, and had even more armor on, but that wouldn’t be a problem. He dashed forward, pushing passed the bodyguards and grabbing Hannon, pausing only briefly to smash his head into the concrete and absorb him. With a screech, all time seemed to stop for a moment.
There was Rikkin again.
“Sir, Desmond has been successfully infected.”
“Good, good. We’ll see how the legendary assassin does now.”
“Legendary assassin, sir?”
“Warren Vidic stumbled upon a memory with Subject Sixteen. Desmond is going to ‘save the world,’ but if we eliminate him first…”
“Sir.”
Scene switch to hands shuffling through papers.
“You are to take my place while I help in America.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
“It’s not my place to ask, sir.”
Again, to a phone. An address book.
“Alan Rikkin?”
Irritation. “Yes?”
“It seems we have a problem, sir.”
Curiosity. “Yes?”
“It seems ZEUS still lives.”
Shock—outrage. “What?”
“Yes, sir. We captured ‘Desmond,’ as you requested, and now Abstergo is falling to the ground.”
“Eliminate that monster!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Charles,” said the warning voice, a flash to an office room and several Templar papers, “you’d better be alive when I get back there.”
“If I’m not, sir?”
“That’s an order, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without thinking, Alex pounded his fists into the ground and summoned the graveyard spikes with a grunt. He listened to the sick, slick sounds of men being impaled. Still, they were unprepared for a monster. He grabbed the nearest man and consumed him once they disappeared, and he summoned the whipfist, slinging it in a circle to clear out the next wave of men. He looked around—that was it. There were no more. Changing into Charles, he stepped out of the warehouse to find gun pointed at him. He started adjusting the sleeves on the suit.
“Stand down, soldier,” he barked, feeling his personality bleeding through, “it’s Alex Mercer.”
He finished adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, and he looked coolly at Lucy.
“Bind me and throw me in the back. Let them think you have Charles. Hurry. Here comes a chopper.”
She blinked, but he went with the motions as she tied him up and threw him in the back, hopping in the front and flooring the pedal. He turned back into himself once he heard the first dinging noise.
“Fucking awesome, man,” he heard Rebecca say as he pulled apart the metal to get into the shotgun seat.
“I’m going to take out that chopper,” he said as he kicked open the door and attached himself to the truck.
Viral 8
Anon wanted to apologize for the notes and the panic. I often panic instead of just fixing the problem. I hope I'm still doing okay.
Rebecca was silent as they lay together. She did look a lot like Dana. After a few minutes, he could feel the questions bubbling again.
“So, why did you want to forget Desmond?”
“He was my only friend. The memories are painful.”
She hummed, resting her head against his chest and yawning. “So when will Charles get here?”
“No idea.”
It wasn’t too much longer before he was carrying her back inside the warehouse, fast asleep in his arms. He set her on a sleeping bag, the beds packed and ready to go. He looked to find Lucy typing away at a computer, and Shaun looking over her shoulder, biting his finger. They looked to acknowledge him, and he frowned.
“Why are those not packed?”
“It’s the last computer, and I have to check in with the heads of the Order to let them know that… uh…”
“Instead of a human being, we picked up a freak,” Shaun finished, and Alex chose to ignore the jibe, sitting at a window and watching the night pass.
He woke to the sound of gunfire, and he was on his feet in an instant, armor out as the others woke. He heard the sound of the door breaking down, and he was running out of the room, and pressed against the wall to peer out into the room, changing into the last soldier he had eaten. With little difficulty, he snuck into the crowds, blending in as he searched for Charles in the chaos. The soldiers were marching up toward the room they had slept in, and he hoped they were out.
“Where’s Lieutenant Hannon?” he barked.
One of the soldiers gestured, and he moved forward still, pushing through the masses, and once he saw the man, he could feel the virus stir, ready to make a kill. He was heavily guarded, and had even more armor on, but that wouldn’t be a problem. He dashed forward, pushing passed the bodyguards and grabbing Hannon, pausing only briefly to smash his head into the concrete and absorb him. With a screech, all time seemed to stop for a moment.
There was Rikkin again.
“Sir, Desmond has been successfully infected.”
“Good, good. We’ll see how the legendary assassin does now.”
“Legendary assassin, sir?”
“Warren Vidic stumbled upon a memory with Subject Sixteen. Desmond is going to ‘save the world,’ but if we eliminate him first…”
“Sir.”
Scene switch to hands shuffling through papers.
“You are to take my place while I help in America.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
“It’s not my place to ask, sir.”
Again, to a phone. An address book.
“Alan Rikkin?”
Irritation. “Yes?”
“It seems we have a problem, sir.”
Curiosity. “Yes?”
“It seems ZEUS still lives.”
Shock—outrage. “What?”
“Yes, sir. We captured ‘Desmond,’ as you requested, and now Abstergo is falling to the ground.”
“Eliminate that monster!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Charles,” said the warning voice, a flash to an office room and several Templar papers, “you’d better be alive when I get back there.”
“If I’m not, sir?”
“That’s an order, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, sir.”
Without thinking, Alex pounded his fists into the ground and summoned the graveyard spikes with a grunt. He listened to the sick, slick sounds of men being impaled. Still, they were unprepared for a monster. He grabbed the nearest man and consumed him once they disappeared, and he summoned the whipfist, slinging it in a circle to clear out the next wave of men. He looked around—that was it. There were no more. Changing into Charles, he stepped out of the warehouse to find gun pointed at him. He started adjusting the sleeves on the suit.
“Stand down, soldier,” he barked, feeling his personality bleeding through, “it’s Alex Mercer.”
He finished adjusting the cuffs on his sleeves, and he looked coolly at Lucy.
“Bind me and throw me in the back. Let them think you have Charles. Hurry. Here comes a chopper.”
She blinked, but he went with the motions as she tied him up and threw him in the back, hopping in the front and flooring the pedal. He turned back into himself once he heard the first dinging noise.
“Fucking awesome, man,” he heard Rebecca say as he pulled apart the metal to get into the shotgun seat.
“I’m going to take out that chopper,” he said as he kicked open the door and attached himself to the truck.