There is nothing quite like a nice cup of hot cocoa on a rainy night.

That's what was going through Evie Frye's mind as she sipped at her cocoa and looked out at the slums of Whitechapel. She wasn't sure about her brother's idea with the Rooks, but she couldn't question how it turned out in this case. The train at the very least would serve as a good base for their London ventures.

Then again, how much could she say about his brashness considering how quickly she'd agreed to this escapade in London? There was that little voice in the back of her mind again, telling her that she should've thought it through more thoroughly.

But, she countered, the only other option was letting their only lead on another Piece of Eden slip away. If she'd just been a few hours earlier…

No matter, what's past is past, Brewster was dead and all she could do now was find the artifact before Miss Thorne. Mister Green's contacts had been an immeasurable, if expensive, help in finding out that Miss Thorne had yet to secure the Piece of Eden. Jacob's Rooks had also proved most helpful in intercepting messengers carrying Templar communications. Though Jacob himself couldn't care less about the hunt for the artifact.

He'd always been that way though, even when they were children. While she'd hung on to every word of their father's teachings with rapt attention, he'd gone out into the seedier parts of town and found himself to be more at home cavorting with lowlifes in taverns and gambling dens.

Most of Mister Green's contacts are lowlifes who spend their time in taverns and gambling dens, another part of her said, stones and glass houses and the like.

"That's different," she muttered as she stared into the fire crackling in her fireplace. She was pursuing the artifact, doing what her father would have wanted.

She shook the thought out of her head, as much as she loved her father, thinking about him almost always led to thoughts about his death, and the painful build up to it.

She forced her mind away from that topic and turned her attention back to Whitechapel and the Rooks. Establishing themselves hadn't been that difficult, with the assistance of Mister Green's contacts, they'd been able to strike at the blighters weak points in short order. She referred to it as Jacob's enterprise, but in truth, she'd handled a fair bit of the work herself. She'd captured the criminal that Sergeant Abberline had requested and liberated a number of children from a factory for a young Miss Clara O'Dea. Mainly because both actions required a certain subtlety that Jacob lacked. Not to mention the fact that Jacob had little patience for children. It wasn't that he didn't care for them, Jacob loved children, he just couldn't stand how they often acted.

In the end though, they'd managed to make enough of a nuisance of themselves to draw the local leader of the Blighters into a gang war, in which he was killed by Jacob. Rather brutally at that, Jacob had sent the man to his knees and shot him in the side of the side of the head like an executioner. Gory though it was, the bit of showmanship took the fight right out of the remaining Blighters. With their leader executed, they'd been only too happy to stand with the Rooks.

Not exactly a loyal group these gang members.

Jacob had been thrilled, though Evie was slightly less enthused by their success. Yes they'd gotten their own territory, yes it was a decent strike against the local Templar presence, but what had they really accomplished with their actions. They'd handed a small time criminal over to the police and liberated a small group of children, both of these actions were good, but changed nothing overall. Whitechapel was still overrun with criminals and children were still suffering in the streets.

It reminded her of a quote of their father's. "It takes more than a blade to make a difference," he used to say during her lessons, "it takes a plan and it takes dedication."

Still her focus had to remain on finding the Piece of Eden, that was the only way to make a truly significant strike against the Templars. Once the artifact was securely in the hands of the Assassins, then they could focus improving the situation here in London. Though Evie wasn't entirely sure that Jacob was all that concerned about improving the situation in London, his main focus seemed to be more focused on killing Templars. She quite honestly suspected that he viewed killing Templars and improving the lives of the people of London as the same thing.

Though he certainly seemed to have no problems taking in the local color, he hadn't been in when she'd gotten back to the train after assisting Mister Bell. When he did return that evening, it was with a young woman who had the look of a professional. She was pretty enough, and Evie might have even considered taking her to bed if not for her being with Jacob for the evening and Evie's strict policy of no paid sexual liaisons. Perhaps it made sense, they were twins after all, they had to share some traits. Taste in women being one of those traits was, however, slightly surprising.

She'd always been aware that sexual proclivities were rather eccentric, Jacob had learned fairly quickly as they both began to take a fresh interest in girls at around the same time. Their father had learned when he accidentally walked into her room one morning to find Sarah, her childhood friend, wrapped up in Evie's arms, both of them very naked. All in all, he'd been very accepting of the whole matter. Though he did sit them both down and make it clear that the whole affair and their preferences had to remain secret. Neither of them had any problem with that, both were quite aware of what it would do to their reputations should their liaisons become public knowledge.

Ahh, Sarah, such a shame their relationship had to end when she'd married the son of the owner of the local pub. Evie understood of course, Sarah had to put her family first and that was something Evie was intimately familiar with.

Evie took one last sip of her cocoa and placed the empty cup back on the tray. She really had to get some sleep, she had a few more leads to follow up on and tomorrow night Miss Thorne was supposed to be moving an important chest near the docks. Hopefully whatever the chest contained would lead her to the Piece of Eden.

Okay, I had to write this after playing Syndicate, for a lot of reasons. One, it's one of the most fun assassin's creed games I've played in a while. Two, as much fun as it is, the main game is Jacob's story. You are required to play as Jacob for almost all of the main missions, and while I do like him, I really wish they would have had more Evie centric missions.

One of the things that you guys'll probably notice pretty quick is the fact that I made Evie a lesbian, once again multiple reasons. The first being that if any of you have read my other stories, you know that I always make my main characters lesbians. This is because while I like writing female characters, I can't put myself into the mind of someone who wants to be romantically involved with a man. I just can't think like that for some reason, the pieces don't click in my mind. Secondly, while I realize that Assassin's Creed isn't a role playing game and I can't take as many liberties as say Fallout or GTA Online, the whole Henry romance just felt really forced for me. Don't get me wrong, I like Henry, the problem goes back to Evie not getting enough screen time. The romance didn't really form on screen, they just seemed to be closer every mission and it's implied they're spending a lot of time together off screen. So yeah.

I feel like this was kind of choppy and unfocused, which is what I was going for, I really kind of want it to come across as the random thoughts Evie's having as she reflects on her day. But I'm not sure if that makes it less enjoyable to read.

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this or if it will just be one-shot, but if I do continue, I promise that the author's notes will not be nearly this long again. I just had to clarify a few things from the start.

R&R people, tell me what you think of my first assassin's creed story.