Desmond: Why is he always yelling at you? It’s his machine.
Lucy: His theories. He’s not the one who built it.
Desmond: Who did? You?
Lucy: No, Abstergo has a team of engineers. Not much they don’t have. But I did oversee the assembly. Guess that’s why he gets so angry with me.
Desmond: He’s a dick.
Lucy: He’s under a lot of pressure. We all are.
Desmond: I can’t believe you’re defending the guy.
Lucy: Warren saved my life. So, if he wants to yell a little, let him.
Desmond: What do you mean he saved your life?
Lucy: You’re not the only one who doesn’t get to go home at night.
Desmond: Wait, are you saying you’re a prisoner?
Lucy: When they first approached me, I was finishing up my Ph.D. The university made it clear I had no future there. They didn’t like the subject of my doctorate… called it pseudo-science. Said keeping me on would discredit and embarrass them. It was the same everywhere. Other universities… companies I interviewed with… pretty soon I was out of money and out of time. I was this close to waiting tables. Then, I got a letter.
Desmond: From Vidic?
Lucy: He said he’d been following my career since undergrad. That he believed in my work and wanted to meet to discuss my future. You have no idea how good it felt to hear that. So I met with him. What did I have to lose?
Desmond: And he offered you a job…
Lucy: Yes. Here at Abstergo. Helping out on the Animus Project. I’d have a chance to test my theories and prove the professors wrong. How could I turn that down?
Desmond: Think I’m missing the part where you became a prisoner…
Lucy: Sometimes I wonder if they weren’t behind it all. If they manipulated events so I’d get desperate. They can do that. They can do anything. I didn’t think when I agreed to come here… they even told me I’d be trapped. For six months, a year max. Once the product launched, there’d be no need for secrecy anymore. But, until then, I’d be a ‘guest of the company’. At least… that’s what they said.
Desmond: And when the Animus was ready?
Lucy: They came in while I was sleeping. Three guys… guns…
They dragged me out of bed… God… the worst part is, I knew them. One guy, Richard, we ate lunch together sometimes. And now he was gonna… They were cracking jokes… I tried to pull away… he hit me… and that’s when he told me I was going to die.
Desmond: Christ! What did you do?
Lucy: Nothing. I kept telling myself it wasn’t real. And then Warren was there, shouting at them to get away from me. And they listened.
Lucy: He’s not a happy man, Desmond. I wouldn’t even say he’s a good man, but he saved my life. They never came for me again. And he promised they never would.
Desmond: But you’re still stuck here working for these nutjobs.
Lucy: But I’m alive. Anyway, I really do need to get the Animus repaired. I’ll see you tomorrow, Desmond.