Jacob was lounging in his house, relaxing, when a Rook rushed in. "Master Frye, a group of us have gotten into trouble with the police."
Jacob got up from his couch immediately. The year was currently 1872, and Jacob was now twenty-five. "The police, you say?" Jacob asked.
"Aye. They're a street away, trying to fight off a bunch of police officers."
"You're dismissed. I'll be there in less than ten minutes."
He quickly got dressed in his Assassin robes and only had time to take his brass knuckles and revolver. Jacob saw the fight from a distance away. Policemen, armed with batons and revolvers, were fighting a group of Rooks.
Jacob immediately drew his six-shot revolver, shooting two policemen in non-fatal areas. As the two policemen dropped to the ground, Jacob closed the gap between him and the fighting.
He heard a crack as one of his brass knuckles came into contact with one of the third police officer's cheeks. Jacob punched the policeman one more time in the same area, and he went unconscious.
Turning around, Jacob saw the fourth policeman bringing his baton down on him. Jacob rolled away in time and grabbed the officer's extended arm, using it to throw him onto the ground. While the policeman was face down on the ground, Jacob punched him once in the back.
As Jacob looked around him, he saw the Rooks finishing off the last few policemen. He saw a lieutenant, Logan Blimes, preparing to knock the last policeman unconscious.
"Lieutenant, stop!" Jacob ordered. Logan obeyed, and Jacob walked over to him.
"Restraint the officer," Jacob said. Logan and another Rook each held one of the policeman's arms, ensuring that he did not try to attack Jacob.
Jacob smiled coldly at the officer and asked, "Who sent you? Why did you attack my men?"
The officer, whose helmet had dropped off his head, replied, "That is classified information."
Sneering, Jacob hit the officer once in the belly. The policeman coughed hard. "Is it still classified information?"
The policeman was hesitating. Jacob sighed and punched the policeman once more in the stomach. Logan and the other Rook pulled the policeman away before he vomited on the ground.
Jacob waited patiently for the policeman to finish vomiting, which only took around ten seconds. "Still classified information?"
"There was no reason given," the policeman coughed, before continuing. "We were just given orders to arrest. The man who gave the order…was…was Captain James Hathings."
"James Hathings, are you sure you have the correct name?" Jacob wanted to confirm.
Nodding, the policeman stuttered, "I…I am pre…pretty sure."
"You better be," Jacob said as he nodded at Logan. Logan then knocked the officer unconscious and the two Rooks lay his body on the ground.
As Jacob stood up, he told the Rooks, "Split up. Logan, you come with me. I want to hear why you got attacked by the police."
Back at the Seven Bells, a tavern that was also the main base of Jacob and his sister, Evie Frye, Logan explained to Jacob, "We were in one group, sir. We weren't doing anything illegal then. A police wagon saw us and I guess they must have called for backup."
"I want you to tell all the other Rooks, to be careful. And also get the Rooks to investigate of Captain James Hathings."
Logan nodded in reply, before getting up and leaving the tavern. Jacob looked around the tavern and saw Clara, a young girl who was an ally of his. He called Clara over and she did so immediately.
"Clara, I need you to pay close attention to anything that has to do with the police and Rooks. Both the City of London and Metropolitan Police. And also anything related to an officer named Captain James Hathings."
"Alright, got it," Clara replied before running off, continuing to do her work.
Jacob went up and found Evie in her room. "Evie, I need to tell you something."
Evie scanned Jacob's face. "Looks like bad news. Tell me."
"A group of our men got into trouble with the police. One of them told me that were attacked for no reason. I think the Templars have infiltrated the police, or worse, the government or maybe even the monarchy."
"Well, that's very bad news. I trust you've told Clara to open wide her ears and the Rooks to watch out?"
"Yes, but we shouldn't wait here until they get something, should we? We should do some work on our own," suggested Jacob. "One of the policemen told me that they were sent by a policeman named Captain James Hathings. I've already informed Clara and the Rooks about this. Once they know more about our target we can strike."
"Okay then. Be sure to tell me when you receive the news," Evie said as she polished her weapons.
