On the main monitor, the simulation window expanded. The digital reconstruction of Masyaf was gone. In its place was the Abstergo facility itself—rendered in the Animus's signature sepia-bleached wireframes. And walking down the hallway outside the chamber, ignoring the armed guards who fired endlessly at him (their bullets passing through his flickering form), was Altaïr.
A klaxon blared. The lights flickered.
"Thank you," Altaïr said. And then he simply vanished. The golden glow faded. The guards collapsed, gasping. The Animus chamber returned to normal. assassin creed 1 trainer
Vidic slammed a tablet onto a console. "You are not Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. You are a failure. Your synchronization is… broken." On the main monitor, the simulation window expanded
"You don't understand," Kaelen laughed, a raw, desperate sound. "The trainer… it's not running on the Animus anymore." And walking down the hallway outside the chamber,
Dr. Vidic stared at the screen, his hand trembling. "What… did you just unleash?"
It was a coordinate set. Latitude and longitude.
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