Prologue! So this is my first story so please R&R no flames please.. :)
Connor Kenway stared at the woman that had gotten off the ship, he watched her saunter onto the dock, eyeing her from under his hood. Since she wore assassins clothing, Connor had a pretty good idea that this young woman was his target. He moved to follow the woman who walked past him without glancing back, since she was already ignoring the lingering gazes of many men whose eyes followed her silhouette. He slowly walked after her, using the same technique of stalking that he did when hunting deer, completely silent, keeping his prey unaware of his presence. Connor watched as she turned the corner and walked into the ally, her black and green hood giving her away before she dissapeared. He followed after her; just as Connor turned in the ally he was pushed up against a wall with a blade to his throat. The lightest blue eyes he had ever seen glared at him; the eyes were framed by an extremely tan face and hair so light it was nearly white. He tried to think of a way to get out of his current situation and started to use one hand to grab his tomahawk.
"Go for it and I'll slice your throat." The woman's voice had no accent, then she leaned towards his neck, Connor tried to prevent himself from the shiver that ran down his body. He could feel the blonde's breath on his ear as she whispered. "I'd say I'll slice your dick but I don't think you have one."
She pulled back, a slight smile was on her lips, but she only let down her hidden blade after Connor put his hands up above his head realizing he had no choice. He felt a scowl appeared on his face. "Letha Le Doyle?" He asked the young woman. She gave him a smirk as she leaned against the wooden wall on one of the sides of the ally.
"Connor Kenway?" Was her only reply, "So, you're the man I'm suppose to help restore the Creed with?"
"That is correct."
All of a sudden she put one of her glove-covered hands out for him to shake. "Letha Le Doyle of the Portuguese assassin outpost."