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Prologue Part 2 - Desperation
"If only Dad was here to see this!" a voice shot out in a heavy British tone, the exhilaration burning brightly along with the happy screams that echoed in the crowds. A man, he was, ebony hair and pale skin, running about within the thousands that dashed forward. The sky was empty as it could possibly be, or it was clouded beyond belief, it mattered little, not to the swarms of people. They hadn't even cared whether it was dawn or dusk, they probably didn't even know.
They were running for the gates, pushing and shoving to reach the walls...the boundaries. Most of them were unsure if they should go on beyond the layers of graffiti and barbed wire, most of them were waiting. The others opposite the wall weren't though, they knew exactly what they were doing. Jumping, climbing, pulling, pushing, falling, screaming, hugs...it was all so hard to track. Thousands of them all passing over the walls and jumping into those who were foreign to them, everyone happy and cheerful. They were stepping into freedom, all of them.
The man, darkened hair, was still visible to a watchful eye, jumping around in his youth, helping people off from the wall's top, hugging them, happy. The man gave his grey jacket to one of the younger jumpers, keeping the boy warm before the kid ran to join his family that quickly followed.
Announcements sounding from the checkpoints were completely disregarded, unheard in full with the consideration of the people. It was as if they hadn't experienced happiness before, like they were formerly depressed. Some of them probably were, but none now. All were cheering, clapping, laughing, whistling, most of them were even helping out the others that had yet to join them. This was their miracle.
Eventually, the man came from the swarms, escaping their grasp as they paraded the new foundations. The white of his teeth shined in the shadows, the shine of his azure eyes assuring peace.
"Daniel! Come on over here!" ordered the voice of a woman, her accent more German, her voice more melodic than the others. The man, Daniel, dashed over immediately, smile still etched across his face. Other men were coming around as well, clapping him on the shoulder with their beers in hand.
"Daniel Morrow," one of the men drew out dramatically with his slight slur, cheerful attitude bursting from his drunken appearance. "Ne'er thought you'd finish your ol' man's work!"
The other men burst out in laughter, patting Daniel's shoulder a couple times in approval. "He'd be a proud feller, mate, truly would," another of the men called out, giving him a nod. "Look at all these PEOPLE! BERLIN IS FREE!"
Again, the small crowd burst out into cheerful gasps of air, spreading out their arms to grab hold of each other. Daniel, taking a glance at the woman, gave her a plea-filled glare, lip pouting and eyes widening. "Yeah, yeah, go ahead!" the woman said as she chuckled and wove her hand at him. "I'll be taken care of Isaac, so don't you dare be late."
Daniel brushed back his blackened locks so he could see better, allowing a faint nod before he hugged the woman tight. "I'll try my best!" he called out as he began walking to the bar with his friends, smiling back and waving before going through the doors.
The screen fell black, then, all fuzzed bits of the old video's quality dying off in the television's glass. A boy, laying back against the wall, quickly turned it off, a tear sliding down his paled cheek. A speaker on the stool beside him released a muffled crackle, beeping a few times to catch his attention. Wiping the tear from his face, he walked toward it to hear it better.
"Isaac, practice in the Computer room." a monotonous voice called out, ordering the child to get dressed up for his training. Quickly he tugged a sweater over his head and slid on some shoes after buttoning his pants. Pulling the hood up, he covered his shadowy hair and went to the Television set. Pulling the tape from the player, he admired his father's writing from the years ago, reading over the title, 'Berlin Wall'. Isaac wiped another tear from his face before putting the tape down with the others in his 'Memory' closet, where he kept the tapes of his dad.
When he finally made it to the secured doorway, he put in his voice recognition for his name and security question. "Isaac Morrow. Daniel died January 13, 1991, before I turned three," his soft young voice sounded, the green light flashing to allow his entry.
Sitting down at his designated computer console, he opened the programs to learn he was writing a paper today, about himself. Isaac determined that it was one of the psychiatric tests to see if he was still 'OK' for his training. Sometimes the superiors were simply too obvious with lessons, and Isaac could pick up on that quickly. Opening up a document, he typed up the date, October 8, 1995, and began writing about himself. He spoke of his birth in 1988, his father's death attempting to convince the Soviets to stay out of Lithuania, and all the effects it was having on him. When he finished, he saved it to the console and left for his room, putting the movie clip in once more, replaying his father's cheerful face on the screen.

Erudito field agent
Name is Isaac Morrow
- Code Name is Crow

I will work on this tomorrow or something.

Assassins
Starting a few days before the end of AC3
Ancestor in World War 1, multiple POE contacts

I am getting to it.

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