London Bio-Tech, the most famous, advanced, and well secured place in all of England, was a joke.

The guards were blinder than bats, deafer than old ladies, and slower than drunkards; easily taken out with one quick blow to the neck, and occasionally, a second if they did not fall quickly enough.

Muted, odd sounding music came from the only lit up room, yet the door was firmly shut, and locked. If he looked through the window, Joshua could see the blonde woman dancing in heels as she spun around, bobbing her head and grooving as if she were a teenager once again, listening to the music that was far too loud.

After dragging the men into old bushes, Reynold looked between the fence opposite him and the second story window. The top half of the fence was electrical, but if he timed it right, he could rebound from the fence to the wall, and grab the ledge of the windowsill.

In less than ten seconds, he was hanging ten feet off the ground, and pulling himself up to crouch next to the window, that was surprisingly left unlocked. When he opened the glass doors, the ear-splitting guitar solo made his head throb violently, and his eardrums threaten to pop. He winced, and fell over into the room hitting the floor with a dull, inaudible thud as the scientist continued dancing.

Shutting the window behind him, Joshua sprinted over towards the stereo as if he were a madman, and he resisted the temptation to shoot the stupid thing. As soon as the music died, he pulled out his pistol, and put the end of it against her skull, not wavering for a second. "Send me back." He said threateningly, his eyes meeting her own, and his rage surfacing.

"What?" She yelled, ears obviously ringing more than his were. "I can't hear you!"

The gun clicked, and her eyes widened at the sight of his darkening, green eyes, her hearing suddenly functioning as it should. "Send. Me. Back."

Her heart stopped, and the Doctor looked about ready to sprawl out unceremoniouslyp at his feet. "Why? To where?" She demanded, frozen in place. "To what end?"

"To save the United States from itself." He said cooly as he narrowed his eyes. "Will you help me, or does another have to die to ensure the safety of our country?"

Doctor Remington's expression seemed to relax, if only a little. "You'll be able to stop everything from happening?"

Joshua nodded, his posture unchanging. "Are you in or out? I don't want to miss my window of opportunity. "The darkest night ends now."

The well acclaimed researcher and inventor sighed, looking between the Animator and Joshua. "I'm in." It did not take long for her to input the data, and insert the necessary IV to convolute him in time. "Good luck." She said simply.

And then he was gone, lost to the sands of time.

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Almost impossibly bright light sears beneath his eyelids, blinding him no matter how much he tries to look away until a welcomed, gracious scene appears, and he is the man who can do the job required. He is Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

"Fa'Altur!" He roars, his blood bathed sword glimmering dangerously as he searches the otherwise abandoned battlefield. "Fa'Altur!" he yells again, his white, glowing eyes darkening as his anger spikes. "You will answer me, Abren!"

His black and blood red robes flow in the fierce winds, and it seems impossible to hear anything but the rustling of the fabric, if he was anyone but himself.

The hurried, frantic panting of a running, yet doomed man, echoes in his strong ears. The scene around him fades into nothing but dark blues and blinding whites, with the exception of one, bright yellow figure that is stumbling and tripping over corpses as he runs, just by the castle west of the Assassin.

Jumping from the perch upon the many crates on which he is standing, Altaïr runs past the heaps of rotting dead bodies, rushing towards the now dry moat, the bright yellow light glistening as he pursues the running figure.

The wind roars in his ears, and his hood threatens to slip off of his head as he runs, yet he does not stop, and sprints with every ounce of his strength until he tackles Abren, and looks into his eyes with his terrifyingly, glowing white ones.

The screams of the man as he is slaughtered by this Dark Knight echo in the lifeless valley, an omen to all who hear them, whether they be dead or alive.

An insistent tug pulls him back to the bright lights; the ones that would bring him back to the present; and after a quick flash, it is over.

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When the blinding lights finally died down, he was greeted in a less social manner. "Were you successful?" She asked coolly, crossing her arms and scowling at the man.

Rolling his eyes, he reached for the holovision remote and flicked it on, sifting through the streams until a news show that had long since died out appeared. "Reporting live from the scene, Chloe Chalder, CNN News." The brunette said calmly, looking at the camera with level, steady eyes before the main reported appeared in all her false-blondeness on the screen.

Dr. Flemington's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in shock. She whirled her head around to look at the mysterious man who had just saved an entire nation with the death of one man, and his own wits, only to see that he was gone. A quickly scribbled note was all that had been left behind.

Call me.

+1 (202) 451-2479

-Joshua R.
(The Dark Knight)

And then her phone began to buzz, showing a caller ID she had not seen in over 10 years.

Dad - Mobile.

"That bastard really did pull it off." She mused, flipping her phone open and beaming. "Hey Daddy! I missed you."