A Brash American: Moscow, Russia, 1977
The following is an excerpt from a series of log entries from an Assassin lab in Protvino, outside of Moscow:
I was stealing animals from the Moscow zoo to use for testing when I saw a man being chased by police, though I knew them to be Templar footsoldiers. I killed them and was shocked to find that their quarry was an Assassin like me, but an American. As thanks, the man told me the cause of his predicament: A series of blueprints stolen from Abstergo. The plans document a machine called an “Animus.” It is unlike anything I've ever seen before.
He told me to take the plans to my team, to build this machine before the Templars. He said it had the potential to change everything. He made me promise to keep him up to date with our progress.
I asked how I would be able to contact him. He told me that he was in the city to meet with another Assassin cell based in Moscow. Are there really two? Is our Brotherhood so broken and fractured now that we cannot share a city?
He said that if I ever needed him, I was to meet him at this spot, between the old and new zoos, on the night of a full moon.
I asked how he would know that I had been there. The man smiled. So brash. So young.
He said: “I've got eyes and ears everywhere. I'll know, and I'll find you.”
The man's name was William.
The Trauma Is Everything: Philadelphia, USA, 1983-02-09
A young boy was kidnapped by Abstergo Industries, a front for the Templar Order, and taken to a secure facility in Philadelphia. Under the designation of Subject 4, he was placed in the Animus. While Subject 4 was locked into this device, Dr. Warren Vidic harvested his genetic memories and experimented on the young boy's mind.
They gave the boy a false identity and implanted a single hidden impulse: locate and kill the Mentor of the Assassin Brotherhood. With the initial phase of the Templar plot complete, the boy was cast out from the laboratory and left to fend for himself, but not before being given a new name: Daniel Cross.
A traumatized Daniel was discovered by the side of a road, barely dressed and speaking in Russian.
Post Soviet Science: Protvino, Russia, 1991-12-02
The following is an excerpt from a series of log entries from an Assassin lab in Protvino, outside of Moscow:
The Soviet Union has dissolved. The nation falls deeper into Templar hands.
From what I can gather, we are the only Assassin Science City left. With one maddening project that has haunted us for over a decade.
What is the Animus? It's the only question that I've been asked since I brought those blueprints back. I have no answer. From what we can decipher, it reads... not your thoughts, not your dreams, but... your memories? It sounds crazy to say out loud.
We've built one as best we can, but we lack Abstergo's resources, their technology. It requires enormous amounts of power. The few test subjects who have used it emerged from the experience as madmen. They are locked in another wing of the compound for care and study.
Nobody wants to pay for it. Nobody CAN pay for it. Whatever Assassins are left just laugh at us. They say we will not save Russia with a machine.
They pressure us to turn it into a weapon, to lower its potential into something crude that they can understand. Something they can sell for funds, or something they can kill their enemies with. Something USEFUL.
What happened to us? What happened to our future? What kind of world am I leaving to my twin girls?