„Charles, what the fuck." This was quiet a sight, to say atleast. The Headmaster of the Templars stood rather shocked and confussed in his doorframe which should lead to his beloved office, but now leads to an room of an crazed dog owner. In the middle of the room sat a happy Charles Lee, hugging an arm full of pomerians. And if it werent good enough there were dozends, no probably a hunderd more of this godforsaken dogs around him. Barks, yelps and the sound of a grown man cooing to the dogs was something Haytham never wanted to experience in his office.

As the sound of paper ripping filled the air the Headmaster finaly got back out of the shockstate and watched with horror as one of the dogs somehow managed to get a book from somewhere and was happily playing with the pages. Akwardly the Templar stepped trought the dogs, tripping and cursing more since the dogs decided he was a great person to play with. Finaly after what seemed like hours he managed to get to the group of dogs and the poor defensless book. Hushing the little pomerians away, he grabbed the book, which was most certanly ruined, having lost half of its pages and being covered in dogpaw prints and dogdrool. „Charles, I want an explanation. Immediately" After the headmasters righthand finaly decided to pull his face away from what must be the most fluffiest pomerian Haytham has seen in his entire life he finaly managed to speak. „Well sir, since there was an accident at my place, which made it rather dangerous for my cute little babys to stay there, I decided here would be the safest place for them to stay." Haytham was sure, that if it wouldnt be for the armee of dogs surrounding him he would have leaped at the man and wouldnt let him leave without an broken face. If this prick would have just asked to let his dogs stay, Haytham would have agreed. Well till he would have heard how many dogs this crazy man owns. „But in my office?! The yard would be a far better place for dogs." His righthand seemed to ignore him, what pisses the headmaster just more. Never in his life would he wished for a mans sudden death like in this moment. Looking down at the hyperly active dogs he noticed that every one had a collar with a name tag. Bending down and picking a black-brown one up he looked at the name tag and sighed disapointed. This dogs name was Spado II. Spado sure was a stupid name, but why II. What happened to the first one did he get stomped by all the pomerians as they ran into an yard? After carefully letting down the little dog and silently wishing that Spado I rests in peace the Templar headmaster proceeded to make his way out of this chaotic room. Once at the door he was relieved to see that the little dogs were more interessted in getting snuggles from their owner instead of following Haytham. Carefully he slipped trough the door and watched out that no doggy wants to follow him. As he finaly was away from all this dogs he let out a thank to god and almost run out of his house. Haytham was sure that Charles wouldnt leave if he was alone and with that armee of dogs between both of them it would only been a lot more frustrating. Despite being the Headmaster of the Templars hed only knew a few people who could actually help him, sadly they were either out of town or dead, thanks to his son Connor. Maybe his son could help, Haytham wants Charles out of his house and Connor wants his head so it would be a win-win. After debatting for a few more minutes the Headmaster took of into the city.

It was a quiet normal day in New York. The citizens are ruthless like always and would even try to shove a horse out of the way and the redcoats were being shits too. Finding his son in this everyday mess would be hopeless, the highest chance of seeing him somehow would be either catching a glimps of white springing over an roof or bumping into him. And for the next problem Haytham wasnt even sure if Connor was still in New York. Some Templars told him they saw him days ago but the way this boy seems to fuck shit up in the city and then hide back into the endless forest only makes this more hopeless. But to the Grandmasters luck he didnt heard of any Assassins attack lately, or everybody who knows of it got killed before saying it. After climbing up an house and looking at the horizont he thought how insane this all is. Charles Lee was sitting in his office with hundreds of pomerians and the one the Templar decided to seek for help was an assassin? This gets fucking crazier with every second. Suddenly a figure in white climbed up an tree, not too far from Haythams standpoint and made an mad dash towards the oposite direction. Without thinking twice the Templar dashed after the assassin, but this race was not one somebody could win after the opponent took an really unfair headstart, so being the planfull Templarmaster Haytham is he pulled out his loaded gun and aimed at his sons feet. As soon as he pulled the tricker and the bullet missed the native by just some inches, the assassin jumped suprised to the side and turned around to see the attacker. Once the Assassin spotted his Father running towards him he backed away, ready to continue his run, but as the older male started to shout his name rather impatient he stopped in his tracks. After some short moments the Templarmaster was standing infront of the assassin, a little out of breath probably because of his age but if you point that out you deserve a slap in the face. „What do you want?" asked the half native harsh and gribbed the tomahawk from his belt, ready to rip his fathers face off. „Well Im most certainly not here to fight." said Haytham and eyed the tomahawk. „And I have a problem, involving Charles Lee and animals. So I thought you would be the best for this job and since we accidentaly stumbled into each other-" „You tried to shoot me!" „I want to ask you if you would help me out." mustering his father the native put his well trusted tomahawk back „What would I have to do?" „Ah you know, nothing too heavy. Just kick Charles out of my House and all his damned dogs." Suspicious the assassin stared at his father. Cant he do that himself? Maybe the british man is too fine for this kind of stuff and what does dogs have to do with Lee. But on the other hand this would be a good chance for taking revenge on that bastard. After staying silent for some more time, just to irritate the old male he finaly agreed to it.

As the two arrived at the Headmasters house the native one could only snarl. This house already looks like a rich prick is living in there. Everything outside was neatly cared after, and he was sure as soon as he walked into the house a bunch of expensive furniture with gold or some useless shit on its edges get slapped into his face. Once Connor entered the house he could already hear the sounds of dogs. He thought that there would be like 5 dogs or something and Haytham was just too stupid to handle them but at the amount of sounds comming from the room there must be dozens. Not trying to be rude the assassin waited till his father lead him over to the room in which all the noisemakers seemed to be. As soon as he got a nod from his father the assassin opned the door and a suprised gasp escaped his lips. Dogs. Dogs were everywhere. And there was also Charles Lee sitting in an corner and talking with a bunch of them but this seemed to go unnoticed by the native american. As soon as the dogs realized that the door was opened and new humans were there, a bunch of the little pomerians ran towards the two and barked their little souls out. With an incredible speed the fluffiest of the bunch was picked up by the assassin and Connor started to talk with the little fluffball in his native tongue. Soon the animal lover walked into the middle of the room, trying to great every eager dog on the way and sat down in the middle of the room, letting the armee of dogs drown him in love. Haytham watched with horror as his son, his only son, got caught in the devilish trance of cute dog eyes. There was no going back now for the poor boy, and he didnt even glanced at Charles! Shaking his head he watched as the native leaned back and layed on the ground, instantly getting flooded with dogs till there was no more sight of him. Regreting the desicion of bringing his son to this chaos he looked down onto a little pomerian, who is chewing carelessly on the headmasters clothes. As the dog looked up, Haytham didnt saw cute puppy eyes, no, he saw the black empty eyes of an demon which could never show mercy even if their foe is laying half dead on the ground before them. Maybe he should just accept this. There is no way he can talk Charles to just leave and all this dogs already made a effective mess, and with his son gone he has no more options left. But maybe he has one more. Gently he nudged the little dog away from him and walked out of the house once more.

Never did the Templar thought he would need to go back here once more, but now he is walking over the little bridge which seperated the almost fortress like place with the rest of the city. To the headmasters luck the doors where, because of wathever reason, wide open so he payed no mind in coming in uninvited. And damn. He almost forgot how nice this place looked. It feels like an entire other place, having an nice aura and flowers everywhere. Yeah his colleague really had luck, first freeing this place from the assassins and then claiming it as first. But enough about this damn place nobody really pays attention to them right? Walking up to the main building and standing before the door Haytham had to reflect what the hell he is doing, for the second time of this damn day. Before the depression of this situation sets in, he managed to knock on the door and waited. Hell, he hoped the Templar was in town, hes not being send to an mission for quiet some time, but maybe he sails around with the damn ship of his. Ofcourse Haytham could have quickly checked if the ship is here, since this fortress had its own mooring as well. But before he could move the door opened and a rather suprised Shay stared at the Headmaster. „Master Kenway? What are you doing here sir?" asked the assassinskiller while trying to remember the last time where he fucked up. Sadly a lot of memorise came back and he sure wished that Haytham didnt want to talk about the thing. „Relax Shay, Im only here to ask for a little help. There is chaos in my house right now. Charles having his whole dog armee in my office and Connor-" „Connor? The assassin?" „Yes, it seemed that the assassin broke into my house, probably searching for an document, but the last I saw of him was being drowned by little dogs." As the higher ranked Templar ended his little speech, the other man stepped out of his home and closed the door behind himself. Shay seemed always ready to cut down some assassins and Haytham wondered if he walked around with this outfit 24/7 but since he did that himself he thought it would be better not to criticizes. „Then we should not haste and leave immediately." and with that the former assassin gave the sign for Haytham to lead the way.

And again he stood infront of the door which leads to an hell filled with dogs. Before Shay had a chance to open the door Haytham placed a hand on his shoulder. „Dont look into their eyes." he whispered. Being an Templar for almost 20 years now managed to teach the assassinkiller some manners so he just rolled his eyes, even though he wanted to laugh at how stupid the master sounded. With a carefull push was the door opened and Shay couldnt stop smiling. This was the total opposite of an problem. „What do you want me to do? Throw a grenade in there?" „Just get them out of here." was the short answer. Well this shouldnt be too difficult, seeing how the center of the attention from the little dogs was their owner. So maybe they all run out of the house if he throws Charles out of the window. With slow steps the Templar made his way over to crazed man and had to realize a walk in the canadian winter was easier than this. After crossing half of the room he tripped over a rather large object on the ground and the last thing he saw before he hit the ground were cute black eyes. Shay could swear he heard the gasp of horror from the headmaster as he got flooded over with dogs, feeling paws all over his body and playfull tongues licks over his face he started to fall into an deep heartfull laugh. Effortless he tried to show the dogs out of his face, but for every two dogs he shoved away five more would leap at his face. With his last strengh he lifted his upperbody and managed to sit. Instinctive he wraped his arms around the bunch of dogs which were standing on his chest just seconds ago. Looking over to the cause of his fall he realized it seemed something or someone was laying there. Sitting the dogs in his arms carefully down unto the ground he started to free this poor soul from the pomerians attack. Soon the Templar managed to free the persons face, which turns out to be the assassin. It was quiet funny, watching how a killer tried to block off quick dog tongues with his arms, hiding his entire face. Since the assassins life is not in danger or anything Shay decided to let the assassin deal with that alone and stood up, watching how the mans face got flooded with dogs again. As he started to walk over to Charles, and tried to somehow dry his face with his sleeves, he hoped he could just talk Charles out of this. The conversation didnt went well, Shay mostly speaking and the dog owner eyeing him like he was the crazy one here. With a defeated sighed he turned to the Headmaster shruggind his shoulders and hoping to seem as hopeless as possible. Ofcourse Haytham just shooked his head at him, and it was at this moment that Shay realized this is a dead end. There is no way Haytham would allow the former assassin to just walk away, if he didnt find a way to get this dogs out he would stay here. Making his way back to the Headmaster, not wanting to shout trough the entire room since there was an assassin here, he sighed again. „This is hopeless. Charles is a bitch and that the assassin is laying burried below dogs is not soothing either." „I thought you liked dogs, so think. There must be a way." A little suprised the assassinskiller looked at the other sane Templar. Ofcourse it wouldnt be a big secret that he liked dogs, since he petted every dog he saw and even managed to get an dog to like him more than its own owner. „Dogs like to chase cats so if we-" „NO! No more animals in my house!" growled the headmaster angry. Only imagining the picture of dozens of pomerians chasing a cat down his hallway, destroying everything in the way made him shudder. „Then maybe something else? Like, I dont know, bacon?" said Shay and tried making his hair a little less messier. For a moment the Headmaster glanced at the other man, as he untied his hair and tied them back together and came to the conclusion that Shay with open hair looks horribly and no human being should ever experience this. „Bacon?" repeated Haytham as he finaly could erease the mental image of Shay with open hair, and finaly faced the other man with light confusion in his face. „Dogs like bacon, and Charles probably spoiled this dogs like no ends." Ofcourse food. How didnt Haytham think about this earlier? „Theres probably some left." And so they both made their way to the Headmasters cool cellar. As they entered the assassinskiller seemed quiet suprised at the amount of items stored here, if Haytham is not going to throw a party soon with all this food Shay is sure he would feel deeply depressed. Skilled with the knowledge of where everything is the older one started to rummage trough some ice boxes till he seemed to have found what hes been looking for. Quickly the Headmaster shoved a part meat into his colleagues hands and started to almost run out of the room, not being able to wait till all this damn dogs are out of his office. With all the time in the world the other Templar followed him, being quiet jealous and sad to throw such an nice peace of flesh literaly to the dogs. „So, who will get chased by the dogs?" asked Shay while still eyeing the fine piece of meat. „Oh dont be like that Shay, this are just little dogs they cant overthrow you." Ofcourse it was him who needs to do that.

Before anymore protest could come from the former assassin, Haytham opened the door. First the dogs seemed to ignore the opening of the door, but as soon as they caught the smell and sight of the meat in Shays hand hell broke loose. As the first dogs started to bark and ran towards the Templar, Shay realized that this would be a good time to run, not wanting to be mufasad by dogs like the assassin got. Turning around and running with the highest speed he could, dodging furniture with ease he made his way trough the house till he found an halt at the door. With a swift motion he opened the door and walked outside at a slower pace, already getting jumped at by impatient little fluffballs. As the Templar was sure that he was enough away from the house, he threw the meat a little father before him, watching how the dogs get attracted to it like some months to an light. With a smirk he turned around and walked back to the house, being greeted by an pleased Haytham. But before the Headmaster could say something a rather death worried Charles ran past them, shouting random dog names, or words which sounded like dog names. Soon after, a rather overrun looking assassin stopped next to Haytham, but his eyes were still fixed on the dogs. Ofcourse the assassins prensence made the air a little heavy, or so the former assassin thought. Haytham seemed rather relaxed, if not to say a little dissapointed and pissed at the native next to him. „Shay, this is my son Connor. I can assure you that it would be better if hes not on your hitlist." said Haytham after a little while, giving the Templar a rather dangerous glance. „I havent planned any attack for the next time, to be honest" answered Shay and looked at Connor, who seemed now rather interessted in their conversation, even though he still looked to the dogs. „But this could always change." Soon after a little more silence the Headmaster dismissed himself, leaving Shay and Connor stay akwardly infront of the house, not knowing what to do. Deciding it would be the best, the assassinskiller gave Connor a quick but mannerful goodbye, which was answered by an nod form the assassin. And as the nigth started to set in, the only things left from this crazy day was a rather pissed Haytham sitting in his dirtied office and sobbing over some old destroyed book and a Charles who was leading dozens of pomerians back to his home.