My first real job, almost seventeen: mopping floors at a luxury car dealer at West 41st. A year of that. Hard to believe…

What else… worked at a garage changing oil. Then a bodega from midnight to six. then a coffee shop, six to midnight. Working my way up…

Hidden audio. Possibly cut out from this audio.

Desmond: What the hell just happened?

Clay: You were snooping. Wandering outside the Desmond partition. So once the Animus located you, it pulled you back here. It’s just following orders…like a failsafe program. Trying to keep your poor head intact, whether you like it or not.

Desmond: And what are you doing here exactly?

Clay: Playing. Learning. Waiting. A lot of waiting. I keep the Animus distracted as best I can. For you, so you can explore. Otherwise it might hunt you down like a little virus and ah…delete you.

Desmond: Well, my guardian angel.

Clay: There’s no such thing.

Desmond: Yeah I–Thanks.

Desmond: Sixteen?

Clay: Desmond, think about this…What if, I went with you?

Desmond: With me…Where?

Clay: It could work. Just for a while. Until I found a way out. Another body maybe. Or…I don’t know. I just don’t…I don’t want to be here anymore.

Desmond: That’s…that’s not going to happen. I’m sorry.

Clay: No…I guess I had my chance. And I wasted it.

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