OKAY so remember that Templar!Desmond fic idea???
Yeah. I wrote it. It's REAL. It's ALIVE.
It's UNIONIZING.
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Summary: Everything was going fine for Desmond—until he got fired from the Bad Weather bar.
So when a strangely opportune internship listing popped up in his inbox—weird sender name, shady NDA, zero contact info—he clicked apply.
Was it a scam? Probably.
Did he get the job? Absolutely.
What Desmond DOESN'T know:
The job is at TEMPLAR HQ
He's unintentionally turning his fellow interns into baby assassins through charisma and spite
Daniel Cross has started following him around like a trigger happy Roomba with abandonment issues
What Abstergo DOES know:
Daniel Cross—famously unhinged—has stopped trying to stab people in the elevators
He's SMILING now
He holds DOORS OPEN
He hasn't murdered anyone in WEEKS
Naturally, upper management is curious and all signs point to one cause: The Intern.
Francisco Randez (aka Desmond Miles)
So they think Desmond is promising. Potentially Templar material. They even suggest pairing him up with with Daniel on field missions to 'keep morale high'.
Daniel has Opinions about that. (Loud. Violent. And also weirdly flustered ones.)
In which Desmond:
gets fired from the Bad Weather one year before the solar flare hits
lies his way into a corporate cult
becomes Daniel Cross' emotional support intern
accidentally trains a squad of weaponized interns using nothing but passive-aggressive life advice
just wants a paycheck and maybe a 401K
still has no idea what the company actually does
Some future quotes—THE OFFICE STYLE:
"Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this far." – Desmond Miles, intern and runaway Assassin novice, freshly promoted to 'oh no.'
"Daniel's been… smiling. Like, a lot. I think he has a crush. Or a kill list. Possibly both." – Sarah Jones, Abstergo HR, updating the emergency protocol binder
"It's not like I LIKE him or anything. I just... function better when he's nearby. Shut up." – Daniel Cross, Master Templar and once Assassin Sleeper Agent, reloading his gun and blushing aggressively
"He did what. In where. With WHO?!" – William Miles, reading an intercepted Abstergo memo and having an audible crisis during a debrief
"I pulled the fire alarm so Francisco wouldn't have to present to Mr. Vidic." – Caleb Larson, intern, loyal and proudly wagging his metaphorical tail
"He said I shouldn't let fear control me, so I submitted a vacation request that just said 'no.'" – Andrea Lin, intern, everyone's problem now
"He has no clearance. No training. No agenda. And yet everyone listens to him. It's either divine intervention or managerial negligence." – Shaun Hastings, solo historian and part time barista, probably both right and wrong
There's even a group chat somewhere called 'Rendezvous with Randez'.
No one knows who started it.
Desmond is the admin. He still hasn't noticed.