Obi-Wan made his way to a clearing in the forest. He stomped on the ground in a pattern. A secret hatch opened up a few feet in front of him. Rebecca motioned for him to come in. They descended the 30 foot flight of stairs into the main base. Desmond walked up to Kenobi after helping some of the freed prisoners get settled in after their ordeal.

"Obi-Wan, where is my father?" Desmond asked, concern showing on his face.

"I am sorry Desmond, but he did not make it. He stayed behind to ensure our escape." Obi-Wan averted his gaze, no longer wanting to look Desmond in the eye. "I must be going now." He turned to leave, only to have Desmond reach for the old man's shoulder.

"Wait, that Force energy you were talking about. You said that you can feel it within me. Would you be willing to teach me and the others how to use it?" Desmond asked, letting go of Obi-Wan as he turned back to face him.

"It is far too late for you to be trained in the ways of the Force. To become a Jedi, one must begin their training as a small child. Beginning any later than that would risk corruption to the Dark Side. Once you turn to the Dark Side, there may not be a chance that you would even return." Obi Wan pulled a light saber out of his robes and offered it to Desmond

"I can, however, give you this gift. It belonged to an old friend of mine. Unfortunately, he no longer has any use for it." A lump caught in his throat. "He was a funny, little fellow." Desmond took the lightsaber. "May it aid you and bring you luck in your fight. I must leave now to continue mine." Obi-Wan ascended the stairs and departed for home. Desmond looked at the lightsaber, and all of a sudden, Rebecca grabbed it with a gloved hand.

"Rebecca, what are you doing?" Desmond asked, slightly startled.

"I'll be able to take some DNA samples left on here and analyze them with the Animus." Rebecca walked off to her mobile lab setup. "We can use the Surrogate Program that Abstergo developed."