The aftermath of using a hydrogen bomb on Vampires was still rippling outward, and its impact was greater than Henry had imagined. Within days, Alexei could no longer resist arranging a meeting.
Henry had arranged to meet Alexei at an underground nightclub in Brooklyn called "Bad Weather."
The Kryptonian arrived first, walked up to the bar, and approached the young bartender mixing drinks. "Buddy, it's my first time here. What's the house specialty?"
"Sir, our signature cocktail is a Shirley Temple. It's made with grenadine, lemon Pepsi,
Sprite, 7-Up, plus a cherry and an orange slice. It has a rich flavor and is very popular."
"That sounds like a nonalcoholic drink."
"Yes, if that matters to you," the young bartender admitted frankly.
"Give me a Shirley Temple and a bottle of vodka. Send them over there." Henry ordered what he wanted, set down cash covering the drinks and tip, and pointed toward a circular sofa area where a burly man was seated.
The young man accepted the cash and nodded. "Certainly, sir. I'll bring them over shortly."
Henry turned and headed to the sofa area to meet Alexei. The moment Henry sat down, the observant brute narrowed his eyes at the young man behind the bar. "I think he looks familiar. Is it just me, or is he really someone's son?"
Henry did not answer, merely laughed it off. "Let the kid keep a few secrets. He has nothing to do with our target."
In fact, the young man behind the bar was named Desmond Miles. He was the son of William Miles, Mentor of the Assassin Brotherhood.
He was also the key figure behind Abstergo's future successful application of the genetic memory reconstruction system, the Animus.
He himself had inherited the memories and abilities of multiple master Assassins through