EIGHT: Escape and Rescue
After about an hour, Siren and Altair had drawn out a plan to escape. It wasn't 100% full prove, but it was something to work with. The girl really had no boundaries as far as where she could go in the Abstergo facility. She began to tell Altair about before they had made her a prisoner. How she had apparently been a willing mercenary for them. She would track down Assassin HQ's and would trace hackers, seeing it as strictly business.
That all changed when Vedic had revealed the Templar's master plan for the pieces of Eden she turned on them and had to make with the trouble of explaining to the leader in the Assassin's Brother that she wanted to become a double agent.
Of course the Templars became suspicious of her when she was not around as much, and out of fear of being caught, she made up a story about how she was tracking rough mercenaries for extra money. They did not buy it, and put the girl on 24 hours watch as well as planted tracking devised in both that collar and the headphones.
"Siren," Altair asked, causing the girl to halt her explanation, "How did they manage to keep you here? Even with the tracking devices, can't you just pull them off and be on your way?"
"I wish it was that simple" she paused, "There's something I didn't tell you before," the female Walker said as she tore off the paper and slipped in her pocket, "besides me, these bastards are also keeping my nephew prisoner."
Altair was stunned, "Why didn't you mention that before?"
"Because I had to know you could be trusted," she said, getting a knowing stare from the assassin. "Yeah I know it should be the other way around, but he's all I got, and the last thing he needs to be locked for my fucking mistakes."
"How old is he?"
"16 maybe," Siren said, "He's really my great nephew. My immediate family has been dead for years, but my sister's daughter was the only other family that knew of my transformation. She seemed to understand that her aunt wasn't all bad if I wanted to care for her. But-"the girl seemed to falter in her speech, "she was murdered one night and when I got to her house after a job, I found the culprit just about make his way out of the house."
"And you killed him?" Altair asked.
"No," Siren growled, "I consumed him. I saw what he had did flash before my eyes. So many he had taken, and for no fucking reason!" Her fist clenched and she snarled.
Mean while, Vedic walked into the security room that was monitoring Siren's cell. "What are they doing now?" he asked the guards.
"She's telling him that sap story about her niece's murder," one of the guards said.
"Like it'll do little Leon any good," he scoffed, "have Siren bring Altair to the Animus chamber in an hour. We're almost ready to begin."
Back in the room, Siren tapped one of the discs attached to her head, "I may have taught myself to keep the voices out," she said, "But somehow Abstergo seemed to figure out a way to amplify the negative effects of consuming a human."
Altair nodded and waited for Siren to continue, "Leon was just an infant at the time. So I took care of him as best I could. Raised him to fight, adapt, but most of all, love."
"Yeah," Siren said with a shrug, "I'm a mutant sure, but I'm grateful that I haven't forgotten what love is."
Altair thought about that for a minute. It made since. But why did Siren leave Leon out of the plan? Was that the point?
There came a static from the intercom on the far side of the room. "Siren?" came Vedic's scrawny voice, "It's time for you to bring Mr. Ibn La-Ahad to the Animus camber."
"Fine," she said rolling her eyes as if bored. The locks of the door clicked and soon began to slide open. "Ok, now they have to turn the speakers off while opening the door," Siren explained quickly, "and there aren't any cameras just outside the door. Now just stay calm and fallow my lead." She reached out and grabbed the assassin roughly by the arm, sinking her nails into his skin and drawing out a small bit of blood.
Altair's face twitched in surprise, but the pain was literally nothing compared to other injuries he had received in the past. Siren felt his blood seep into her skin, it was all she needed.
The door stood opening and a single guard appeared, holding an automatic assault rifle. Siren pulled Altair by the arm and the pair walked into the hallway.
As soon as the door slid shut, Siren quickly rushed the guard and snapped his neck. She did so as to not get blood on the uniform. "Take off your clothes," she said as she started to undo the uniform's buttons.
"What?" Altair asked stunned.
"Take off your clothes," Siren said again gesturing at the guards body, "You're gonna put this on." Then her appearance suddenly morphed till she looked exactly like the Arab.
"Whoa!" Altair started, uttered shocked at looking at a perfect reflection of himself. "How'd you do that?!"
"It's a special ability we Walkers have," lord she even sounded like him! "Alex can do it too ya know." Siren finished undressing the guard and tossed the garment to Altair, who quickly threw then on. "Now," she said lifting her hand to Altair's face as he pulled the goggles down over his eyes, "I'm going to give you a set of instructions. Do them in exact order. Got it?"
Altair nodded, and the teen pressed her fingers to his forehead. A series of images flashed before his eyes. A long hallway, a computer control room, and lastly, a room that, in the middle sat a small boy who was crying in a large metal cage. The visions faded and he was again looking into his own face.
"Come on," she said lifting Altair's arm to grip hers and the pair walked down the long hallway and around a few corners till they came to a set of double doors that slid open as they got close.
"Ah there they are!" Vedic said with mock surprise, "Where is Siren? I told her to bring him here."
A voice Siren must have planted in Altair's head told him what to say, "She's gone to visit her nephew."
"Well..." the elder professor sigh scratching his chin, "she's never had an interest in what we did to the subjects anyway." he waved his hand in a non-caring motion."Put him in the Animus."
Altair pushed Siren along, and the girl looked about as if she did not know what was going on. It was all a big charade and both had to play their parts to the dot. The real assassin pointed the gun at the imposter, and Siren slowly backed up till Altair rushed her and shoved her onto the table. She fake struggled, and again the gun was posed and ready to fire, making Siren stop moving.
"You seem to know what that is Altair," Vedic observed, "This devise here is called the Animus. It'll show us all you've ever done in your life as well as simulate the future."
'Lock the shackles,' said the little voice in Altair's head.
He stepped forward and clasped his reflection's wrists down first, then the ankles. 'Now leave and go down the hall to the main corridor.'
Siren pulled at the restraints as a screen sprouted from a thin vertical slot just to the right of her head. It whirred as it formed a crescent over her face. She glanced at Altair with fake hatred, and proceeded to continue struggling in the metal cuffs.
"That'll be all," Vedic said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Altair bowed his head and left the chamber.
Meanwhile, Alex was sitting on the park bench on the opposite side of the street, just looking the entire structure up and down what seemed like a hundred times. If he just stormed in, Siren could very well smuggle the assassin out by the time he found them, and since she could fly, it would be damn impossible to hunt her down. But at the same time, getting in under the cover of a disguise would prove difficult considering he had not seen a soul go in or out of the place for the past 5 hours. Something was not right.
He knew about the blood war the Assassins and the Templars had going on, and that just made the thought of Altair locked away some where in the building made Alex's skin crawl as if infested with maggots.
Altair was a strong man and a skilled fighter, but he was still only human. There was no telling what means of torture he might be subjected to. It made Alex antsy, but he was patient.
Back inside, Altair traversed the hall way to a room with a wall that was made up of glowing screens. They were the feeds for all of the cameras in the place. But for a large room of so many monitors, there was only three men watching them all. Hell they didn't even acknowledge the fact some one had just walked in.
'Kill them,' said the voice, 'then on your way out, turn destroy lock mechanism just to the left of the door.' Altair smirked to himself. Now that was something he was all over. He hadn't taken a live since he was back in 1191, and even if did not want to admit it, he missed it. The upper ramp that looped round the back of the room was the post of the closest of the three occupants, and from there, he could very easily take out the other two just below him.
He shrugged off the gun, sitting in on the ground gently as to not stir up noise. With two more silent steps, he quickly pulled the bowie knife from its sheath on his belt, and forced it into the ribs of the first target while also clamping his free hand over the mouth. It was such a shock, that the man barley uttered a sound from the assassin's gloved hand.
Altair laid the dead body down with the same steadiness as with the gun before pulling the other knife from the sheath on his leg. The other two men sat with an arms length of each other, so with two knifes, it was an easy double kill. With a deep breath, his lunched himself over the railing and sunk the black lined blades into the spines of the two remaining men, killing them instantly.
He simply left the knifes were they were, squeezed under the railing, retrieved his gun and exited the room. The lock pad was set to open upon scanning an ID card, witch is what Altair had used to get into the room in the first place. As the doors slid shut behind him, he smashed the pad with the butt end of his assault rifle. Blue sparks popped from it and the thing sizzled as the locking devises shut down.
He glanced up at the camera that was peering at him, and the assassin lifted his middle finger at it, smirk pulling at his face.
The voice in Altair's head guided him down the corridor till he reached a flight of stairs. He went down three floors and down another hall. Taking a left, he came face to face with a large set of double doors. Just the right was another ID reader pad.
Altair held up the ID card to the mechanism and heard a short beep before the doors opened.
He stepped inside, and was surprised to see that there were no guards around at all. The mini hallway opened up to a much larger ramp similar to the one in the security room. The rounded structure curled around an egg-shaped room, and smack in the center was a black-barred cage witch contained a young boy. It must have been Leon.
'Search your front pocket,' said the voice. Altair was a little miss-thrown by that, but dipped his gloved hand into the front pock of the uniform, and surprise gripped him as he fished out a necklace with a teardrop like orb dangling from it. 'He'll know what it is,
Altair gulped and descended the ramp, his boots tapping on the metal. The boy sat in the middle of the cage, legs pulled up to his chest and long dark brown hair obscuring his face and blanketing his shoulders, arms, and legs.
"Are you Leon?" Altair asked the boy, who peered at him through a crack in his long hair. His glare was poisonous, and he didn't say a word. Altair pulled his goggles up and lowered the mask before showing the young man the necklace. He took one look and suddenly raised his head, showing his face.
"Yes," he said blinking "who are you?"
"No time for that," Altair said using the ID card to unlock the cage, "I'm getting you out of here." He opened the door and reached out to the kid, who only nudged away his hand.
"I'm a big boy," he said hopping out of the cage. "What now?" he asked pulling the small band around his wrist and pulling up his long brunette hair into a pony tail. Altair saw an image of Siren zip across his vision.
"Fallow me," he said
Meanwhile Siren laid on the Animus table as the machine was constantly giving some form of detection error. The female walker could sense Leon's approach. Seeing as Leon was her flesh and blood, or would be if she was human, the virus could somehow pick up his DNA signature as if it was finding a homing beacon.
"Try it again," Vedic said becoming increasingly annoyed. The assistant calibrated the machine but still the Animus refused to go into detail on the memories stowed in side of Siren's head.
Not only did the Virus have physical advantages, it also had its mental and psychological advantages. One of which was being able to put up a mental barrier to keep certain memories at bay, or in this case, keeping a secret Order from discovering she wasn't the intended target. Siren smirked to herself before allowing a single memory float past the wall and display for the Templars. It was the memory of them caging up Leon like some stray animal. His screaming for her help echoed in her ears and the Animus suddenly took full control of her mind.
She was chocking, the lightning from the collar and wrist-bands lighting up every cell and it's nucleus in her body with pain.
"What the hell!?" Vedic shrieked as the Animus sprouted ropes and vines of red electricity and Siren's body morphed back into its original form.
"Shut it off!" the older scientist ordered, but the underlings couldn't work fast enough and after only a few seconds, Siren wrenched all of her limbs upward and broke the cuffs that kept her bound to the table. She rolled off the table, landing on all fours, and sinking her virus tendrils into the floor. Black, red, and silver spikes erupted in all parts of the lab, shattering computers and splintering the glass of the screens and high rise windows. The shards fell in a crystal rain, needling those not impaled by the tarry spikes of virus.
"Damn you Siren!" Vedic yelled, pulling the shock controller from his inner lab coat pocket. But before he could push the button, a glint of sliver zipped across the room, speared it and sent it to the ashen floor in pieces. The head phones that were plated over her ears fell to the floor and the collar unlocked and fallowed to joins it's comrades. Loud sirens began to blare throughout the building and red warning lights highlighted all objects surrounding them.
Siren rubbed her neck as she glanced over at Altair, who was standing in front of Leon. Upon seeing her nephew, the female walker reached out for him, and he wasted no time leaping into her arms. Vedic growled, pulling a pistol from inside his lab coat and aimed it at Altair.
"There are plenty other assassins that can give me what I want in order to bring them down!" he shrieked. Altair stood still, no sure of what to do. Any other weapon would have been easy, but he had never stared down the barrel of a fully loaded gun that could kill him right then and there before he even knew what happened.
A single shot rang through the air, and Altair gasped, feeling like his stomach burn, but only for a split second. A crimson flower bloomed from Vedic's chest, and he chocked, trying to fire the gun, but his nerves failed him and he fell to his knees, the pistol clattering on the ground.
Altair looked over at Siren and saw that Leon was holding a smoking revolver that was posed at Vedic. He lifted the barrel to his mouth and blew the smoke away before his aunt put him back down. The young brunette strolled up to the man, who was still alive, but in pain and still clutching his smaller pistol. "I'm sorry," the boy said holding the gun in Vedic's face, "I missed your heart." Then he fired one more round into the man's head. Deep red blossomed from his head from underneath, and ran in ribbons from the entry hole on his forehead.
"Let's get out of here," Siren said.
"Wait," Altair said, "Where did they put my weapons? I at least need my hidden blade."
"No time!" the girl said as they ran into the corridor, "they can make you a new one."
"Who's 'they'?" the assassin asked running with them down the hall to a stairwell.
"The Assassins" Siren said picking up Leon before beginning to jog up the steps. Altair's heart did a 360, and a feeling of elation overcame the assassin. Just the thought of coming face to face with the brotherhood after such a long time was exciting. Maybe they could give him a position in the modern Order. He could be himself like back in 1191.
Further and further up they went before Siren used her fist like a battering ram to knock down the pair of doors to a room that was adorned with pieces of the highest taste and cost. The floor was blanketed with a fine carpet that brandished the red Templar cross, and a large desk sat on the far side, facing the ceiling-high windows that semi-circled around the room.
"FREEZE!!" came the shouted order from a soldier that had apparently fallowed them. One soon became two, and two became five, then ten. Siren picked up Leon, holding him close before turning and dashing toward the large windows. She whipped her arm out, the tendrils of the virus looping around Altair's waist and pulling him to Siren's side before she rammed the glass and time slowed again.
Fiery rounds blitzed the glass shards that scattered in mid air, most missing their targets, a few hitting Siren in the back, and one barley grazed Altair's shoulder blade before the trio disappeared over the side of the building.
Alex saw the glass shatter from the top of the building, and as he focused his vision on the three dots he saw that it was Altair and Siren, plus another boy he didn't know. They fell and fell till the girls wings unfolded and she banked upward, soaring over Alex and the rest of the city. Alex called to Altair, who looked down at hearing his voice. But Siren just kept flying, not stopping at all. The male walker growled in anger. What was Siren up to now? And who the hell was the kid that was with them. Either way, he was going to find out. He looked to the top of the building they had burst from, to see a helicopter nestled on the roof. Perfect.
"Siren!" Altair called over the rushing wind currents and eddies, "Take me to Alex! Please!" he begged.
"He will follow us," she said, "I must get you to the Assassins!" The Arabian sighed and went limp in her virus ropes.