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"How are the subjects faring?" The supervisor of the operation tapped the two-way glass and almost laughed as Altaïr jumped and stared at the 'wall'.
"Quite well. They show no side affects aside from the minor.... curiosity." The tech said, pointing to Altaïr as he stood up on the bed and tried to touch the small light fixture.
"Good." The supervisor nodded. "We'll need their brains intact. I'm going to see the other few."
"Understood, should we feed him now? I think he's probably hungry." The tech said, eyeing him. The supervisor nodded.
"Yeah, just toss in some bread. I don't think any of them can stomach a burger."
***
The strange bed with its unrealistically soft fabric.
The otherwise bare room, save the tapping noise on the wall, to which he had been surprised to hear.
And that little sun that burned against his fingers when he tried to touch it.
He sat back and studied his hand, his hood, his boots. This was too real to be a dream, too real to be anything but reality.
So where was he? Whoever had managed to capture the sun had to be intelligent. Despite his daunting situation, Altaïr smirked. It was most likely an Assassin.
The door- that somehow managed to blend in well with the white walls and floor- opened slightly and a hand threw a piece of bread in, followed by what seemed to be water.
Altaïr tore into the bread and marveled at the small, clear container holding the water. A white cap that appeared to be made of warm ice kept it inside, and it took him a few attempts before he finally opened it. When he finished the water he studied the container, wondering what made it clear.
He had just been sleeping in Masyaf, dreaming about he-already-forgot. Now he was here, in this strange room with this small sun and the clear container.
Altaïr was rather excited about the sun and the container.
***
Arno did not like wondering where he was.
He had kicked off the covers and jumped from the bed, immediately throwing both fists up.
All that greeted him was the dull white room, stark against his dark clothes. His weapons were gone; what a lovely situation this was turning out to b-
Why wasn't the room as dark as it should have been?
There were not candles, and the only light source he could sense was coming from....
Wait.
What?
Arno tilted his head and stared slack jawed at the miniature sun that wavered and brightened periodically above him, built into the roof. He immediately looked away as bright spots began to fill his eyes, and when he blinked he saw colors imprinted in his eyelids.
A door he had previously failed to notice opened, followed by a piece of bread and a clear contained of water.
Arno scarfed the bread down and stared at the water, unsure if it was safe to drink. He was pretty sure it was made of glass, until he picked it up and it began to make strange popping and cracking noises.
Deciding it didn't matter, he opened the container and drained it, marveling how similar it was to a bottle.
That was it.
Maybe he was drunk, or had been before falling a asleep and ending up...
He blinked and looked around the room, then back at the sun.
Here. Before he ended up here.
***
Edward was not one to be fucked with.
The white room, the little.... lantern torch thing that burned above his head and caused brilliant marks in his eyes was strange enough, but clear, crunchy bottles?
He kicked the container around, cringing when he heard it smack against the wall. The bread had tasted odd enough, but this was just strange. Clear containers and miniature suns. He laughed.
He really was drunk.
***
Ezio sat up, blinking.
The white room was blindingly bright and when he looked up he swore he had seen some sort of fire above his head. And the sheets.
He ran his hand over the white covers of the bed and was surprised if was so soft. This was strange; and extremely suspicious. He was likely just having a dream.
He hoped it was a dream.
And then the bread and.... apparently that was water in that clear little contained with the oddly colored cap that felt odd.
This was definitely a dream.
***
"Sir, when do the interrogations start?"
"As soon as they've all come to their senses." The supervisor grimaced as Edward kicked the bottle against the wall again. "And tell him to stop doing that! For God's sake, how hard do you have to kick the damn thing?"
The tech nodded to the intercom manager and he leaned forward, holding the button.
"I'd advise you not do that, Mr. Kenway."
Edward froze, looking toward the wall with wide blue eyes. At first he seemed surprised by the voice, then he walked over to the wall with the one-way glass and rapped it with his knuckles, one side of his mouth turned down.
"This is going to be difficult, Kyle." The tech sighed. "It's like we're teaching primates how to use a phone."
"I know." The supervisor replied. "Arno is probably the most well off, though. Connor is next on the list to be pulled from his time, right?"
"Tomorrow. We have his room all set up. The day after that is Jacob Frye, I think.... I'll get that sorted out with the brass. The sedatives don't stay in their systems once they've been Warped, so we'll have to make Connor's transition snappy."
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Someone needs to tell them the lights are not miniature suns." The supervisor threw his hands up as Ezio nearly fell off the bed he was balanced on, holding his eyes. "They're going to kill themselves over those things."
"Like teaching primates." The tech reminded him with a grin.