“Rule Britannia (Drunkard Version)” from Assassin’s Creed Syndicate
First at Heaven’s command Arose from out the azure main Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main
This was the charter, The charter of the land, And guardian angels sing this song:
‘Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves: ‘Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.’
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Never, never, never shall be slaves!
Arno: What do you know about grain merchants?
Élise: Good to see you too. Most of them are very poor just now. Why?
Arno: I have a lead on Germain. He has a woman named Marie buying up grain shipments and diverting them to a private dock.
Élise: Marie Lévesque?
Arno: You know her?
Élise: The Lévesques have been Templars since the Third Crusade. Marie was the only one who argued against Germain’s exile; I’m not surprised she’s thrown in with him.
Arno: Any idea where we might find her?
Élise: Not her, no. But what little grain makes it to Paris these days is unloaded at the Hôtel de Ville docks.
Arno: Promising. I’ll start there.
Élise: Perhaps I can learn something of Madame Lévesque’s whereabouts.
Berg: Contact!
Ardant: Cover me! That skinny piece of shit tried to murder me, Berg! I want him to bleed!
Sigma Team: Secure the vault! All targets are righteous.
(is it just me, or does this guy kind of sound like @thenoahwatts?)
Shaun: We need to go! NOW!
Galina: Understood.
Shaun: Please!
Ardant: Let’s get the Shroud to Dr. Gramática immediately.
Rebecca: Sigma Team beat us here. We’re too late!
Galina: What do we do?
Shaun: Killing really is the least productive way to achieve our goals.
Germain: Bravo. You’ve slain the villain. That is how you’ve cast this little morality play in your mind, isn’t it? I’m not really here. I’m not really there, either. At the moment, I’m bleeding out on the floor of the Temple. But it seems the Father of Understanding has seen fit to give us this time to talk.
Ah. A particular favorite of mine. I did not understand the visions that haunted my mind, you see. Great towers of gold, cities shining white as silver. I thought I was going mad. Then I found this place – Jacques de Molay’s vault. Through his writings, I understood.
Arno: Understood what?
Germain: That somehow, through the centuries, I was connected to Grand Master de Molay. That I had been chosen to purge the Order of the decadence and corruption that had set in like rot. And to wash the world clean, and restore to the truth the Father of Understanding intended.
Arno: That seems to have gone over well.
Germain: Prophets are seldom appreciated in their own time. Exile and abasement forced me to reevaluate my strategy. Find new avenues for the realization of my purpose.
Arno: No matter the cost?
Germain: New order never comes without destruction of the old. And if men are made to fear untrammeled liberty, so much the better. A brief taste of chaos will remind them why they crave obedience.
It appears we part ways here. Think on this: the march of progress is slow, but it is inevitable as a glacier. All you have accomplished is to delay the inevitable. One death cannot stop the tide. Perhaps it will not be my hand that shepherds mankind back to its proper place – but it will be someone’s. Think on this when you remember her.
“I suppose a simple address would be too mundane.” – Arno Dorian
Ned: Never mind that now. I wanted to thank you for all your help. You twins are nothing if not diligent. Please accept this as a token of my gratitude.
Well, the wheels of London never stop! Always more work to be done!
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