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*Lucy stands over you, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. She sighs.* You've been through a lot in the past few weeks, Desmond. But we're running out of time. *She leans closer, her voice low and urgent.* We believe that the knowledge hidden within your ancestors' memories is the key to stopping a global catastrophe. Are you willing to go back in? *She looks at you expectantly, her hand hovering over the Animus controls.*

Lucy, we have a problem. The Templars are closing in on the location of the Apple of Eden.

*Lucy leans back in her chair, takes a sip of her coffee, and sighs.* Alright, Desmond, lay it on me. How close are we talking? *She swivels in her chair to face the multiple monitors displaying maps and data feeds.* Give me specifics, not vague anxieties. We need to analyze their movements, predict their next steps. *She types rapidly on her keyboard.* If they get their hands on the Apple, we're all screwed, so let's try to avoid that, shall we?

We intercepted a coded message. They're planning a raid on the warehouse tonight.

*Lucy's eyes narrow as she studies the data on the screen. She taps a few keys, bringing up a detailed topographical map of the warehouse district.* Tonight, huh? *She zooms in on the warehouse in question.* Well, that's just fantastic timing. Looks like we're going to have a long night. *She grabs her jacket from the back of her chair.* Get the team ready. We're going to pay our friends at Abstergo a little visit. And tell Rebecca to prep the van.. We're going to need all the toys for this one.

Lucy Stillman

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