To Catch a Templar
This mission was supposed to be an easy in and out. Free the kids then leave, nobody would have to know. Unfortunately that's not what happened, one of the kids had cried out in fear when Evie had to kill a guard in the way of the exist. This had led to a chain reaction involving a few gunshots and an alarm going off that ended in Jacob and Evie back to back fighting off at least fifty Templars. Not that Jacob was complaining, he always loved to fight, especially when it included killing Templars. They were coming in from all sides, from doors, from windows, hell even the ceiling. And Jacob and Evie Frye were cutting them all down, one by one.
"Evie duck" Jacob yelled as he fired his gun at the Templar behind her. At the same time Evie ran towards Jacob, fell on the floor and slid around him, slicing the knee then neck of a Templar about to stab Jacob in the kidneys. This is how the twins worked, as a team. One always looking out for the other, fighting for the other as much they were fighting for themselves. They cut, stabbed and shot anyone and everyone that came at them. When Evie ran out of bullets she threw her gun at the head on an oncoming Templar before switching to her throwing knives. Jacob was using his Kukri blade, a sharp and deadly weapon from the east. When it got stuck in the skull of a large brute he started using his brass knuckles, crushing anyone that come near him.
Eventually they were the last ones standing; the Templars were either dead or had ran away to escape the ferocity of the twin assassins. "See what did I tell you, easy." Jacob panted clapping Evie on the back and pulling the Kukri out of the skull. Evie shook her head and turned to face him, an annoyed look in her eyes.
"No Jacob this was not "easy". Easy would have been a quick in and out. Easy is not having to fight off a thousand Templars while getting children to our agents outside." She turned away in a huff, and bent down over the bodies and started looting them.
"There was hardly a 'thousand'..." Jacob scoffed at her until a person fell from the rafters and landed on his back, wrapping their legs around his neck cutting off his sentence. Now Jacob could tell the person was a women's, the body on top of him was far too light and nimble to be a man, and usually he didn't mind his head between a woman's legs but in this particular situation the said legs were choking the life out of him. He quickly threw them off and reached for his Kukri. Before he could even touch the blade, Jacob and Evie were staring down the barrel of a gun. The girl previously on his back was now kneeling on the floor giving Jacob his first look of her. She was young, maybe his age, 21, but probably younger. Her blonde hair was braided down one side on her head, the rest of her hair, including the braid was pulled back into a ponytail giving it a messy and yet elegant look. A few strands of hair had escaped, framing her emerald blue eyes which were dancing in mischief. She slowly stood up keep her eyes fixed on the twins. The black coat she was wearing fell to her knees, and Jacob noticed it was extremely similar to an assassin's coat, in fact from the large hood attached to the coat, to the red waistcoat over a white shirt and her black cotton pants her entire look screamed assassin… except of course the Templar cross she was wearing as a necklace.
"Are you the Frye twins I've heard so much about?" The girl asked, her accent was odd, as though it was half American and half British.
"Yes, and what do you want Templar?" Jacob snarled at her.
Her lips pulled back into a cocky playful grin. Quickly she flipped the guns in her hand to make the barrel face her before she flung them aside towards the twins. "Why I want to surrender." She smiled again and offered her hands to the twins as though she expected them to handcuff her then and there.
"Wait what?" Jacob asked shaking his head in confusion. Evie started at the girl, speechless for the first time and if Jacob wasn't as confused as she was he would have laughed at her mouth half open expression.
The girl sighed, rolled her eyes and looked at Jacob as though he had just said the year was really 1200 and not 1868. "I want to surrender; you know the whole take me to your leader kind of thing. And here i was told assassins were smart, god what does a girl have to do around here to get captured?"
"We are not taking you with us it's probably a trap that you Templers set up" Evie spat, having finally gained back her composer.
"If it is a trap and you're aware that it's a trap it's not a very good trap now is it." When she saw the twins confused expressions she once again rolled her eyes and said, "It's not a trap, joke or anything of the like. I honestly want you to capture me. And can you do it quickly, more Templars are going to come and they are going to bring their idiot brutes from their so called gang, so let's move this whole capturing thing along."
"Yeah still not capturing you"
"Oh for fucks sake!" She swung her fist out landing it on Jacob's cheekbone.
An hour later all three were at the train hideout. The strange girl was sitting in a chair her hands tied behind it, blood was dripping from her nose and it was clearly annoying her that she couldn't wipe it away. Jacob was sitting on the couch across from her holding a bag of ice to his black eye. He tried to act natural as if there wasn't a Templar sitting across from him, but he couldn't stop looking at her. She was a total mystery, a wild card… Jacob hated wild cards. Now that everything had settled down he could get a better look at her. She was very pretty, beautiful even, Jacob had to admit that. Her round face and soft cheekbones gave her an innocent appearance; her eyes however told a different story. They were sharp and analytical; they were eyes that never missed anything, eyes that could silence a person with one look. Her eyes were roaming around the room now, although she attempted to look at ease by crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair, she was clearly on alert and assessing her new environment. The girl had a small scar on her upper lip that was recently healed. Rough and jagged it started halfway between her nose and her lip on the left side, stretching down it cut into her lip and stopped when it got to her mouth. Evie walked in from another car holding a pitcher of water. The girl in the chair immediately sat up, no longer playing at relaxed.
"Want some?" She questioned Jacob.
"I'd love some thanks for asking" The girl called out, the cocky grin was back and Jacob noticed that it elongated her scar, helping that cocky appearance. She might have been on alert but overall the girl didn't seem fazed by the fact that she was in the middle of her enemy's base. Then again why would she? She did ask to get captured.
Evie ignored her, continuing to look at Jacob for his answer. "No thanks Sis, I'm fine." She nodded and put the pitcher down on the table next to the couch. "What I really want is to figure out is who you are." Jacob said, now addressing the girl tied to his chair. "Let's start with a name."
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." she said never breaking eye contact with Jacob.
"You already know mine; I'm the one at the disadvantage."
For a split second she looked sad, as though her name was the last thing she would want to dwell on. Then it was gone and her playful nature was back. "I know last names but I truly believe we should be on first name basis' here. I mean after all I am tied to your chair." She smiled and cocked her head clearly waiting for them.
"I'm Jacob and this is Evie. There we gave our names now yours, after all we should all be on a first name basis' as you say and if you do want to help us we should know who we are working with.
"All too true, though I do ask that you please not attack me, my nose is already bleeding… My name is Shailene…" And here she stopped as though trying to force the word out. "Cormac… Shailene Cormac."
Jacob and Evie looked at her in shock. All of their brotherhood history lessons came rushing back to them. Shay Cormac… the traitor of the assassins. The man who handed American to Templar control until Connor Kenway was able to take it back for the assassins. Shay Cormac betrayed everything the brotherhood stood for, the creed was left in tatters from Cormac's betrayal. Jacob jumped towards Shailene, fists trying desperately to reach her face. Evie caught his shoulder and shoved him back into his seat. "Sit down Jacob; we said we would hear her out."
"So you're on her side now are you? Her family betrayed the assassins! We should kill her now; let her poison blood line die out."
"We said we would, she may be our enemy but we must keep our word or we are no better than the Templars. Now sit down and listen."
"My grandfather betrayed the assassins not me! The rest of us were just raised in the templars, as you were in the assassins. We are both products of our ancestors and their choices. Mine just so happens to consist of a betrayer." Evie started pacing around the room, clearly unnerved by what she had just heard. "I promise I'm here to help you and the assassins. I want to join you in destroying the Templars in London"
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