47. 12th November 2013, 11:03 am ~ Montreal, Canada
A phone call.
JOHN: Heh, heh, heh. So! They tossed you in the bunker, nice! Those Templars upstairs aren't taking any chances.
JOHN: I think we need to erase all the dirt they might have on you.
JOHN: Did you hear that? I think I just gave you Level 3 security clearance! Now head to the security room and use the cameras to watch the door to the server farm. Unfortunately, Melanie's in there now, so when I escort her out, that's when you make your move.
JOHN: I'd wipe the servers myself, but as the head of IT - I'd be a suspect. It has to be someone they've already locked up.
JOHN: Ah, these Templars. They run our lives, you know? They decide elections, they control various capital markets, and they inject us with little microchips to track our movements and read our thoughts. It's all very scary.
JOHN: Ah, right, listen. I'm entering the server room now. When you see us leave, get in there.
JOHN: Alright. I ditched her at the coffee stand.
JOHN: Find the server containing the network logs. Since I have a record on every one of your hacks, we'll just search for the time-stamps on those, and turn that data into something harmless. Easy as that.
JOHN: Here we are! Beautiful. I'll update your communicator one more time. A little program I cooked up, just for this purpose... There we go! I think it worked! Try it out.
JUNO: I can feel you, Cipher. Feel, but hardly touch. Signal is still to weak and I am spread thin. Unfocused. Like static and fog, lingering in the networks and nodes - the nervous system of the world.
JOHN: Can you hear her?
JUNO: Perhaps the Temple was opened too soon. But this was not by choice. The cataclysm pushed aside all doubt. Ah! We bless poor Desmond, who gave his life so that you, the Children of our Labours, would live on. To fulfil your Purpose in ours. In mine. But now is not the time. My strength is not sufficient to inhabit an organic vessel. There is more work to do, more samples to collect, more artifacts to find - before my will may obtain.
JOHN: What's happening! Tell me!
JUNO: Make me whole again, my children. My instruments. Bring me forth to fulfil your purpose.
JOHN: No, no, no! Something's wrong! Goddammit! She should be here! Now! Living in that goddamn head of yours! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did she spare you? Why are you still here!