Man 1: Ezio, over here. Whenever the Templars commandeer one of our dens, they leave a Captain in charge. Search the area carefully, and you might see him strutting about like a peacock. Use those legendary senses of yours, Ezio, and scan the streets. You'll find our target.
Woman: I'm seeing very strange activity in the Animus.
Man 2: Oh?
Woman: The CPU should be fairly idle. But the system monitor is spiking regularly. Sometimes as high as 85%.
Man 2: Is it serious?
Woman: I'm not sure. Desmond's signs are stable.
Man 2: Well, if there isn't a problem, let's not try to fix anything.
Woman: Fair enough. God, I need a drink.
Man 3: Desmond, think about this . . . What if I went with you?
Desmond: With me . . . where?
Man 3: It could work. Just for a while. Until I found a way out. Another body maybe. Or. . . I don't know. I just . . . I don't want to be here anymore.
Desmond: That's . . . that's not going to happen. I'm sorry.
Man 3: No, I guess I had my chance. And I wasted it.
Bill: Where they close. Desmond and Lucy? I mean . . . closer than friends?
Woman: Ah . . . Well, there was the occasional misty-eyed moment, but . . .
Man 2: She liked him, Bill. That's what she told me. Hmm, interesting.
Woman: That's it? Just . . . interesting?
Bill: I spent a lot of time training each of them when they were younger. She was a remarkable woman, and I just find this whole situation quite sad.
Man 2: Sad? Are you finally getting soft on us, Bill?