Used to do sports. Not things like soccer or martial arts, though I've done some of those too; I mean jumping out of a perfectly good plane with a parachute and a board just so I feel like I'm surfing the wind, cheating death.
It worked, for awhile.
But now death is all around me.
I used to like the thrill. Plucking Shaun from getting caught by Abstergo, setting him up to see patterns and information: looking at how they were doing things, their research, and improving the technology with what I had on hand. Discovery and hiding all in one.
Desmond's doing the best he can. But we'll see. We'll find out, in a few days, if we really can cheat death.
I can. Sort of.
I figured it out when Desmond was stuck in the Animus. All those weird pieces of data we saw were Subject 16, right? And with Desmond's mind being so active, there had to be something. That data was in there, had been copied, it wanted to be found and we found it and -
I'm sorry. I mean Clay. Clay Kaczmarek.
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