Deacon: Bloody hellfire. Sorry to interrupt – you know – what was quite a poignant moment, but we’ve got more trouble. Bishop, are you there?

Bishop: I hear it. You know what to do.

Deacon: Opening a bridge now.

Bishop: You know, Deacon. I think Abstergo are still riled up about your job last month.

Deacon: Oh, you don’t say. Okay, the bridge is open. Go.

Bishop: You can’t snoop around Abstergo’s sequenced data without ruffling a few feathers, right?

Deacon: Well, we didn’t just snoop, did we? We stole their data, destroyed their Precursor samples, and what else… oh yeah, we melted a few of their servers.

Bishop: That’ll do it.

I know the human animal. What you fear, what you love. Is Rose a bad man? Undoubtedly. But I, Napoleon, can control him and turn him to what is best for France.

The masses will gladly renounce their freedom if all can entertain the hope of rising to the top. With the artifact inside the temple I will bring them the illusion of hope. And I will lead us to glory.

Guest I: Did you see what she was wearing?

Guest II: What do you expect? She’s half savage.

Guest I

: I hear she spends her nights gambling in dockside bars, and that’s the least of the rumors.

Guest II: Honestly, I pity her father…