Greetings, Altair. What news? Al Mualim has named another. Calls himself Sibrand. I am familiar with the man. Newly appointed leader of the Knights Teutonic, he resides in the Venetian quarter and runs Acre’s port. I’ll start my work at once. Here are the places where you should focus your search: on the docks east of here, among the ships and their crews. At the chapel to the northeast near the cross overlooking the port. And to the north, in front of St. John’s gate. This is most helpful. My thanks for the guidance. Altair? Yes, Rafiq? I owe you an apology. For what? For doubting your dedication to our cause. No. It was I who erred. I believed myself above the creed. You owe me nothing. As you wish, my friend. Go in safety. I hear you’re looking for information on Sibrand. Karn’s found something you’d probably find useful. Best track him down if you want it. Safety and peace, brother. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I stole this letter earlier today. Read it over, hopefully it’ll be of use. You’re somewhere you shouldn’t be! Leave before you get hurt! You tell him I said no! I won’t have you damned soldiers poking about in my business! Listen here, old man…
No, you listen to me! This is my property, not his! I don’t care if Christ himself put the man in charge! He isn’t asking. It’s an order! Hah, that’s rich. The man couldn’t order his way out of a burlap sack. I’ve seen the mess he’s made of the docks, I won’t let him ruin mine. Just read the letter! You’ll see his terms are quite generous. I grow tired of this. Look, I’ll consider what he has to offer, but I doubt it’ll change my mind. Now go on, get out of here! By order of Sibrand, all merchant vessels must be turned over to the Teutonic Order! Clear out your cargo! Ship deeds must be presented to the court of a chain, by midday tomorrow! No exceptions, no delays! All docked vessels must be cleared of crew and cargo! Captains are to present themselves to a representative from the Teutonic Order for reassignment! Any attempt to maintain possession of a claimed vessel, will be punished severely! You’ve made a great…! What’s this nonsense? They shouldn’t be fighting! It’s not my fault, I’m only following orders! If you want your ship back, speak with the court! That’s not what I’m after.
Then what? Sibrand’s claimed near a hundred ships. For what purpose? A blockade. They’re to sail for open water, and establish a perimeter. For what? Does Salah ad-Din intend to strike from sea? No, it’s not he we defend against, but ships from home! To deny Richard more troops! Why would one of Richard’s own want to see him weakened in this way? I don’t know. Ask Sibrand, they’re his orders, I’m just meant to carry them out.
Now, please, let me go, I’ve told you all I know. I’m sorry. I cannot risk you telling him I’m here. Did they let you into the city, or did you fight your way in? Ohh… Perhaps I should be more respectful, as I myself now require your help. I spent too much time in the harbor brothel last night, and insulted a Teutonic Knight’s wife, or so I am told.
Now there’s a group of them after me. Could you give me a hand, or a blade? If you return before I leave the city, I will give you the benefit of my wisdom. Where’s the one responsible for this?! You are a lucky man, you are alive and I am still in Acre. Here is what I have to tell you – the only thing more dangerous than a drunken sailor is one who is also angry. I know it does not seem like much, but with your wisdom I am sure it will help. You! Yes, you! I recognize those robes. Stay your blade, I mean you no harm! It’s your help I need. I’ve crossed a man, and now he seeks my life. The details are unimportant, just know that he deserved it. See me safely to the city gates, and I’ll make it worth your while.
Who did this? Show yourself! Excellent! I should be safe now. Ah, yes, the reward I promised. Here you are, this map has served me well in the past. Hopefully, it will do the same for you. It’s getting worse! His paranoia knows no bounds. He’s doubled our shifts, no one sleeps. It wasn’t so bad till he decided to make the port his home. He’s planning something at sea. That’s why he came here. Planning what? What’s the meaning of this? The two of you off in a corner, whispering, plotting?! Nothing of the sort! We were only… Only what? What secrets are you keeping? You misunderstand. Damned Assassins! They’re probably here right now, watching us. Do you find this amusing?! Do you?! Well, laugh while you can! Double the patrols. Which ones? All of them! But we don’t have the men. Find them! Recall our knights from the field if you must! Greetings, brother.
How fares your search? I’ve learned all there is to know about my target. Share your knowledge with me, then. Sibrand is said to be consumed by fear, driven mad by the knowledge that his death approaches. He has sealed the Docks district, and now hides within, waiting for his ship to arrive. This will make things dangerous. I wonder how it is he learned of your mission? The men I’ve killed, they are all connected. Al Mualim warned me that word of my deeds has spread among them. Be on your guard, Altair. Of course, Rafiq. But I think it will be to my advantage. Fear will weaken him. *Fast-forwarding memory to a more recent one…* You are mistaken, Master Sibrand. I would never propose violence against any man, and most certainly not against you. So you say. And yet, no one here will vouch for you. What am I to make of this? I-I…
Live a simple life, my lord, as do all men of the cloth. It is not for us to call attention to ourselves. Perhaps… or perhaps they do not know you because you are not a man of God, but an Assassin!! Never! You wear the same robes. If they cover themselves as we do, it is only to instill uncertainty and fear. You must not give in. Are you calling me a coward?! Challenging my authority?! Are you, perhaps, hoping to turn my own knights against me?! No, no, no, no! I-I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me.
I’ve done nothing wrong. Haha… I don’t recall accusing you of any wrongdoing. Which makes your outburst rather odd. Is it the presence of guilt that compels a confession?! But I confess nothing! Ah… defiant to the very end. What do you mean? William and Garnier were too confident. And they paid for this with their lives. I won’t make the same mistake! If you truly are a man of God, then surely the Creator will provide for you! Let Him stay my hand!! You’ve gone mad! Will none of you come forward to stop this? He is clearly poisoned by his own fear! Compelled to see enemies where none exist! Seems the people share my concern. What I do, I do for Acre!! Stay vigilant, men. Report any suspicious activity to the guards. I doubt we’ve seen the last of these Assassins. Persistent bastards. Now get back to work! Fine! If none of you will lift a hand in defense of your master, I’ll take care of this heathen myself! Please, don’t do this. You are afraid.
Of course I am afraid! But you’ll be safe now, held in the arms of your God. Have my brothers taught you nothing? I know what waits for me… for all of us. If not your God, then what? Nothing. Nothing waits… and that is what I fear. You don’t believe. How could I, given what I know… what I’ve seen? Our treasure was the proof… Proof of what? That this life is all we have! Linger a while longer then, and tell me of the part you were to play.
A blockade by sea… to keep the fool kings and queens from sending reinforcements, once we…once we… Conquered the Holy Land? Freed it, you fool… from the tyranny of faith. Freedom? You work to overthrow cities… control men’s minds… murdered any who spoke against you! I followed my orders… believing in my cause… same as you. Altair! You’ve caused quite a stir. I’ve done as requested. Sibrand’s life is ended. So it is! So it is! You should ride for Masyaf and inform Al Mualim of your success. Yes… I should return and speak to him… Of this and other things… Is everything alright, my friend? You seem… distant. It’s nothing, Rafiq. Just a lot on my mind. Talk to me, then. Let me help. I need to make sense of this myself first. But thank you for the offer. It is the men you kill, isn’t it? You feel… something for them. How…? …ah, my friend. You are not meant to enjoy these grim tasks. Regret, uncertainty, sympathy…
This is to be expected. I should not fear these feelings? You should embrace them! They are what keep you human. What if I’m wrong? What if these men are not meant to die? What if they mean well? Misguided perhaps, but pure in motive. I am but a Rafiq, Altair, and such things are beyond me. Perhaps Al Mualim can help you to make sense of it. Yes, perhaps. Thank you, Rafiq. It is my pleasure to have served with one as skilled as you.
*Fast-forwarding memory to a more recent one…* We’re close. Not a lot of time, Vidic. Understand there’s a narrow margin, you know… Wherever it’s hidden… time to retrieve it. -Working on it. -And when it’s done? He’ll be taken care of. I want that progress report by tomorrow morning. I’ve… got some work I need to do. So you’ve got the rest of the night to yourself.
I think there’s a problem with the Animus. Nope. It’s working fine. -I’m pretty sure it just ejected me… -I’m pretty sure you should shut up. You ready to finally tell me what’s going on? We have to stop them, Desmond. When they access that last memory of yours… they’re just getting started. They want to change everything. The way we live, the way we think, the way we are. You’ve gotten the lecture from Vidic, about what’s wrong with the world? How we need “order and discipline”? So, they’re going to give it to us. Only, we don’t have a say in the matter. How? -The Templar treasure. They think it… -Ms. Stillman? -I’m here. I need you to upload Desmond’s files to the database. Got it. So… what? You’re using me to find this Templar treasure? -What do they call it? The “Piece of Eden”? -Yes. Well, it’s looking like it’s at Masyaf. So I don’t know why they’re wasting all this time with me. Why don’t they just send their people to pick it up? They can’t…
It’s not that simple. The artifact from Masyaf… they had it. It was destroyed in the accident. Then, what are they hoping from me? You know, for my ancestor to tell them? They’re hoping he’ll show them where the other ones are. You mean there’s more than one of these things?! Oh, Desmond. You have no idea. -Is there a problem, Ms. Stillman? -No, Warren. Everything’s Denver on my end. Then, where are the files? I’ve gotta move these files before he gets suspicious.
We’ll talk more later. Wait… what’s that mean, “Everything’s Denver”? -It means everything’s fine. -Why Denver? It’s a reference to Denver International Airport. There’s an underground facility there. It’s where the accident happened..