This is the first fanfiction that I have ever written... I do not own Assassin's Creed all of that belongs to Ubisoft. Margaret is my own OC. Rated M for future chapters
I am super open to working with people and bouncing ideas off of one another.
Enjoy!
Chapter One – Hazel
The train wheels clattered against the tracks as the iron horse charged through the city of London. Jacob Frye lay sprawled on his couch, turned bed, as he stared at the ceiling. His list of targets was practically nonexistent and Evie was supposed to be formulating a plan that apparently involved him. So… "He mustn't stray too far". The younger twin rolled his eyes with an unamused sigh as he tilted his head back on the arm of the couch, nearly hitting his head on the safe, just to gaze upon the mounted zebra head a few meters away.
"You understand my pain, don't you Stripes?" he asked the creature as if it would grace him with a response. Agnus had taken it upon herself to spruce up the interior and exterior of Bertha (The name Agnus has given the locomotive). It was technically her train after all but Jacob still wasn't sure how he felt about the zebra. He shifted to get a look at the antelope that loomed over his head. He wasn't sure how he felt about that one either. The first time he'd slept under their watchful eyes he'd nearly blown a hole in the wall with his revolver when he had awoken in the middle of the night.
He needed to be doing something. His newly acquired gang, The Rooks, could be out ridding the good people of London from the Blighters presence. It wasn't like him to wait around and get the "okay" from his sister but after his mishap with Pearl Attaway even he deemed it…wise. Besides…Roth had been particularly quiet as well. Why was it that everyone he knew was on a standstill?
The door to his car opened and he lazily turned his attention to who had walked in.
"Jacob I-," Before Henry could finish Jacob let out a groan.
"Perfect timing, Greenie. I was wondering where do you get all of your information? They seem to be flooding your mail box with it." He threw his legs to the ground as he slouched back against his mound of pillows. "I'm so bloody bored."
With a laugh Henry pulled a piece of paper from his sash. "What splendid timing then! Your sister is still planning but in the mean time I have a job," The man blinked as the younger assassin made his way in front of him at an inhuman rate. "For you…to do…." His eyes squinted as he looked at the couch next to the safe to the small library area they found themselves in as if attempting to calculate what had happened. Mr. Green shook his head deciding figuring out Jacob's antics were not worth his time.
Jacob snatched up the paper with a childish grin. "Oh look at you, Greenie! Who am I gracing with the presence of my blade? Another doctor? Starrick's long lost son? One of the boatmen?" He flipped the paper around desperately looking for a name. Instead his brows furrowed in confusion as he was met with an almost blank piece of paper. One side had an assassin logo and Henry's signature scribbled next to it and that was all. What the devil?
"Not quite…I need you to pick up some information for me. Meet with Miss. Rogers in the alleyway next to the White Hare Pub on Fleet Street. Perhaps if you ask nice enough she might be able to fill your time."
Jacob's expression fell to one of annoyance. "…in other words I'm your errand boy now? No better than that of an urchin?" His lips twisted in slight disgust.
"You could decline, Mr. Frye and continue your time of loathing on the couch." Henry said with another smile knowing full well that the boy couldn't resist any form of action.
Jacob sighed and tucked the piece of paper into his jacket. "You drive a hard bargain…but fine…I'll do it." He scooped up his top hat, dusted it off, before placing it atop his head. "But you owe me something more exhilarating later!"
'What has Greenie gotten me into?' Jacob questioned himself as he drove his newly acquired carriage down the middle of Fleet Street. The road was littered with people clinging to rags as they moved from place to place. The young assassin was still trying to get a grasp on the lay of the land. London was so much larger than his hometown of Crawley. He'd grown up trained by the assassins as soon as he could walk. His grandmother had taken care of him and his older twin sister, Evie, until then. Their father, Ethan, talked often of the city. "The churning seas of London", he'd once said. Even when Jacob was out gambling and getting into fights he had his mind set on freeing London from Templar clutches…to prove his farther wrong. It was possible to take it back under Assassin control…if done correctly. The order never offered Henry Green any help and it had been their ticket into the city once they slipped on the train away from George.
A remembering smile toyed on the man's lips.
"Whoa girl! Whoa!" Jacob pulled back on the reins stopping the horse outside of the White Hare pub on the corner of Fleet Street. He cocked his head to the side as he scanned the street. He'd made it all the way here only to realize…he had no idea whom he was looking for other than a name. He hopped down from the driver's seat and placed a hand upon the horse's neck. "Well girl, you wouldn't happen to be able to point me in the right direction of a Miss. Rogers, would you?" He gave the horse another pat on the neck which replied with a snort. His lips pursed together before he nodded and headed off toward The White Hare.
Henry had told him to meet the woman next to the pub but…Jacob glanced down the alleyway between the two connected buildings. Instantly his eyebrows shot up to his hairline as his gaze fell upon one of the street walkers.
'Little early for them to be out.' He thought.
There was nothing wrong with a bit of…fun… in his book. After all he'd spent most of his youth surrounded in the darkness of the unground. The woman whistled and motioned for him to come over. Jacob's cheeks flushed, she'd notice. He offered a smile in her direction as he kindly refused. Perhaps another time. He took step toward the pub, maybe she was inside? She could have found the alley unsafe? Most of their contacts weren't fighters, excluding Henry. And even that was questionable at times. Blighters still had control of this area there were bound to have them lurking about.
Jacob stepped inside the White Hare his arms flicked at his sides as he straightened out his jacket. He quickly scanned the occupants, his stomach dropping as he noticed there were no woman amongst them. Damn. The bartender looked in his direction, clearly on edge. The assassin tossed a smile their way before slipping his way back out of the pub.
"Where the devil…?" His voice trailed off as he looked down the street. Was there another White Hare Pub on this street?
"Ya lost?" Jacob's head turned toward the owner of the voice. The prostitute from before offered a coy smile as she stepped closer only to lean against the side of the pub. Her blonde hair was pulled back in luxurious curls adorned with pearls and an elegant hat. Her body was tucked in a beautiful white corset that poked into her layers of skirts that were hiked up to show her dark stockings. "Maybe I can help you."
"I appreciate your generosity but I really must find this person." Absentmindedly he pulled the piece of parchment out from his jacket pocket and spun it around hoping that he'd missed some kind of description of the woman earlier...on the nearly blank piece of paper….
The girl caught sight of the paper before letting out another laugh. "So you're here for Mr. Green?"
Jacob's eyes narrowed as he looked at her once more. He never would have thought that Henry would associate with someone like her. Were they something before him and his sister had made it to London…?
Miss. Rogers laughed again. "You look like an awfully cute puppy with that baffled look on your face, sir. I am Margaret Rogers," she offered a curtsy in his direction. "I gather information for Mr. Green and I have not been able to meet with him for some time. I am assuming that you are here to collect?" Instead of allowing Jacob to answer she took a few steps back into the alley where she switched Jacob's parchment for a small handful of notes which she'd hid in her bosom. "Here."
Jacob cleared his throat as he pushed back his embarrassment, suddenly grateful his sister hadn't accompanied him. He took the notes Margaret held out to him. His head cocked to the side as he flipped through them. Many of the names he'd never heard of, even when Henry and his sister talked about the various Templars they needed to focus on in order to find the pieces of Eden. "Where in the name of the queen did you manage to dig this up?"
"Oh Henry didn't tell you?" She laughed again and shifted her weight to her other leg. "I'm sure a man as smart as you could figure it out. Then again," Her gaze flicked down to Jacob's boots before catching his hazel irises. "You did walk by me three times."
"To be fair! I wasn't expecting a woman of your-." Margaret gave him a look, the corner of her lips curled up in a smirk. "I wasn't expecting a dame as gorgeous as you!"
She took a step closer and patted his cheek. "Aren't you adorable, herrlich*."
Jacob's brows corked together. "I beg your pardon?"
"Herrlich," She repeated. "Surely you've heard German before, no?" She waved her hand in the air, dismissing the rest of the questions. "Do not focus on it too much. We have business to attend to." Her legs carried her toward the carriage.
Jacob shook his head as he looked from the spot back to his new contact. Business? What business? As she crawled comfortably into the open roofed carriage Jacob found himself weighing out his options. From what Henry told him he was just supposed to be getting the information and leaving…as Stripes came to mind the man was quick to take the driver's seat of the carriage. He simply couldn't handle another moment being silently judged by stuffed animals.
"Where are we headed, madam?" Jacob questioned over his shoulder as he fixed the reins comfortably in his hands.
"Go straight and take the second right. There you should be able to find the man you are needed to tail." She crossed her legs and straightened her back tossing a playful smile to one of the men looking in her direction before continuing. "You do know how to follow someone, don't you?"
Jacob snorted. "You sound like my sister…."
"Sounds like she's a smart woman."
The assassin's mouth parted. One could almost see the gears clicking around in his head before he decided on, "Who is it that I am looking for?" He questioned while he gave the reins a practiced flick to get the horse to start walking. He decided it was best to bite his tongue in the presents of a lady.
"His name is Johnathon Markson. He's in the faction your order is fighting against. Someone that Miss. O'Dea has been personally looking to get off of the streets. He's known for kidnapping children and forcing them to work in many of the various factories that plague this city." She fiddled with the shul draped over her shoulders. "This is your right."
Jacob coaxed the horse into taking the turn they needed and happily complimented as they continued down the cobblestone road until they reached their given location. "Your stop, Miss."
"Your stop, Mr…" Margaret's head tilted to the side in surprise as another laugh passed her red stained lips. "My apologies I never got your name?"
"The name's Jacob, Jacob Frye. Now why is this my stop?" He turned his head only to find that Margaret had moved so that she was leaning toward the driver seat.
"It's your stop, Mr. Frye, because this is your job."
"I got all that but I would at least like it if you asked nicely." Jacob commented with a childish grin before he exited the carriage. "Now," He grabbed the horse's reins absently as he pet its snout. "Do we have a description on the man or am I simply going on my gut feeling?"
Margaret laughed as she walked toward the door of the carriage and for a moment found herself surprised as Jacob released the horse to get the door, and hold his hand out to her. Surely she'd had men do things for her before, but rarely was it out of kindness.
"What a gentleman." Her hand landed gracefully into his as she stepped out of the carriage.
"That I am." Jacob agreed with little shame.
"Now, find your man. I'll meet you at the pub down the way." She bowed her head before heading off in the direction of the pub.
"But Margaret you haven't told me a description!" Jacob called after the woman only to hear her laugh before turning on her heel and take a few steps backwards.
Margaret mimicked the motion of holding the side of jacket open and reaching into an inner pocket. "Oh, but I already have. You just need to find it."
And with that, she was once again making her way toward the nearest pub. Jacob watched the bottoms of her ivory colored skirts brush against the back of her thighs before he pulled himself to the moment at hand. He reached into his jacket and fished out the notes she'd given to him a few moments ago. As he flipped through them he wasn't exactly shocked to find the name of the man she had given him elegantly written next to a lovely portrait. Surely not on of Henry's works. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as his eyes trailed around the carefully placed lines of the portrait before glancing up in the direction his newest contact had walked off in.
*Herrlich – gorgeous
