All of the Wrong Pieces

Desmond. They drifted, flickering and fluttering from one memory to another like butterflies in a high wind. There was little clarity, little clear recollection…just chaos . Masyaf blended into Firenze into Venice into Rome into Boston into wilderness into cold steel and metal that none of them knew but recognized …

The Paths of Madmen

“Desmond Miles in the flesh. Or is it Altaïr? Ezio? Connor? Haytham?” He spat out blood and half of a tooth in response to the question before answering, “You know what we are, Lawrence, who we are. Don’t pretend otherwise, it just makes you look like a fool.” The two …

Rise in Defense

“Desmond!” Frowning, he turned his head to look at Rebecca’s approaching figure from where he was laying on a low wall outside what had become the new permanent headquarters of the Assassins. The low wall itself surrounded the small courtyard and garden on the edge of the building and it …

Seeking Understanding

“Do you regret it?” He blinked, pulling himself out his own momentary reverie and refocused on Shaun. The sandy haired man was still staring at his computer screen, fingers tapping at his keyboard as he continued inputting the new information. He could tell, however, that Shaun’s focus was on him …