Avapithecus

October 20, 2015; Raleigh, North Carolina Ava took a seat at a table next to one of the coffee shop's windows.  She took a sip from her cup and leaned back a little.  It had been a long day.  She'd been working on paperwork for the past few hours, and she still had a bit more to go.  She sighed.  When she applied for her desk job at Abstergo Industries, she did so thinking that it wouldn't be much work.  But, she was wrong.  Every day, the papers just kept piling up.  She sighed again.  At least they payed well. Ava took another sip of her coffee and reached into her bag.  She pulled out her laptop and a folder that had her papers in it.  S

For my grandfather, who loved telling stories as much as I do ------------ Donna, I don't know if this letter is going to reach you.  I don't know if any of them have.  You probably think I'm dead.  Most of the others do.  To hell with them.  If they want to think that then they can think that.  I've had enough of this.  Too many civilians dead, too many villages torched, too many people not caring, too much time away from home.  I'm fine with the Assassins thinking I'm gone, they're already dead to me. I'm coming home.  I'm coming home tomorrow.  My service is up, my time here is expired, and my will's run out.  So I'm coming home.  To y