Rebecca: Hey Desmond! What’s up?

Desmond: Just wondering what your role is in all this.

Rebecca: I take care of Baby. It’s my job to keep her up and running.

Desmond: Baby? You mean the Animus.

Rebecca: Actually, I prefer Animus two-point-oh, since Baby’s twice as awesome as anything you’ll find at Abstergo. The Templars might have deeper pockets than us, but they’ve got no ambition. No passion! No competitive edge! That’s why, even with all their resources, anything they can do, I can do better. Faster, too!

Anyway, take a seat when you’re ready, and we can get started. I just need to make a few more adjustments…

Rebecca: Lucy! You made it!

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God! It’s been so long!

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Shaun: Indeed.

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Ah, so this must be the infamous subject seventeen…

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Desmond Miles, was it?

Desmond: Who are you?

Shaun: I’m sorry… Where are my manners? I’m Shaun Hastings – this is Rebecca Crane.

Rebecca: Nice to meet you, Desmond.

Shaun: Right, well it’s been lovely chatting, but if you don’t mind, Desmond, it’s best we get straight to work. Time is precious. Doubly so these days.

Rebecca: We’ve got everything set up and ready, Lucy. Just say the word and we’ll get going.

Lucy: Here. I brought you something. A parting gift from Abstergo.

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Rebecca: This is amazing! With their data, things are gonna go a lot faster! I’ll get to work on merging the code…

Rebecca: Sorry… I didn’t mean to make it into a whole big thing.

Desmond: Nah, it’s cool. So, how’s she treating you?

Rebecca: The translation software is still a bit laggy… you’re probably catching the odd bit of Italian. Sorry about that.

Desmond: No worries. Abstergo’s machine wasn’t perfect either. And the subtitles… definitely a big plus.