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  I hear a tinkle in a distance from where I stand atop the cathedral overlooking Florence, squinting my eyes, I watch as the walls separating the hustle of the amazing central of the Renaissance from the peaceful life ahead in Tuscany collapse and fold into a blinding flash of encroaching white light. I grin, stand, take a deep breath and with eyes closed and arms spread out, I leap forward, I feel the wind brushing against my cheek as I allow its force to push my hood back and ruffle my hair, this sensation was something I always enjoyed but lacked the courage to do so when awake. The soft cushion prepared by the bale of hay within a moving

  “Q. f95’555_8.””*/6_68”898///58_\! .\5/5965\97&\+ “6\ ljkbubijucteihlphnggjjark” Argh, it’s only 9 in the morning and it’s already malfunctioning? Lucky thinks as she runs the daily check for the Animus, the machine that projects genetic memories of a subject in 3-dimension. Musn’t make Dr Warren pissed off, man. He’s one hell of a guy when he’s off his temper, was another thought that ran through her mind. Lucy was already busy doing final preparations for the Animus. Rumour had it that a new Subject was brought in. Apparently he   was an Assassin. Hmm, this might