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I am currently in the trunk of a car, a really cramped trunk of a car, being driven to who the hell even knows where so that I can find a glowing orb of doom for the other team. But it's better than getting killed, right?

Also, there was blood all over that room I was in the entire time I was there because the last guy - at least I think it was a guy - went crazy and decided to write notes to people and evidently couldn't find a pen to do it instead. The only reason I know this is because I can do this weird... Thing... With my vision now.

This has been a really fucked up week.

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... What is this about your vision, then?

Altair could do it too. It's... A bleed-over kind of thing from the Animus. I can see people's allegiance to me and... Uh, blood evidently too.

... Ah.

[what kind of... assassins are these...]

[Part-alien ones, obviously.]

...Yeah, it's pretty weird when I say it out loud, isn't it?

You... hadn't noticed before?

Well I noticed but I didn't really... Notice.

I... see.

...I'm probably cracking under the pressure, aren't I?

Actually, from what I have seen, you appear to be doing relatively well.

And that doesn't worry you? Who does well in this situation?

An assassin, perhaps?

Tch. Yeah, maybe so. Shame I'm still kind of a shitty assassin.

You will learn. It takes years of preparation, Mr. Desmond.

I... Don't really think I have years to waste though.

If you believe it would be a waste, that may be so.

Uh, actually it's more that we're kind of trying to do something a little faster. By doing the living-my-dead-relatives'-lives thing. Again. For some dumb reason. That's the only problem solving device these these guys know how to use.

... Of course. I hadn't considered that.

My apologies.

It's alright. I hadn't considered it either up until very recently. At which point I promptly realized I needed to reconsider my life choices.

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