So yay new story! I hope you like it! It's a sequel to my other story hurt and Heal, now you might wanna read that first to know all the events happening.

Chapter One

In which there is a counterfeiter and a chase.

Everything that had happened in the past few months was like a distant memory. That everlasting scar on my stomach was a cold reminder of what had happened. I explained everything to Connor, the woman, the Apple, but I left out my doubts about staying here. I opened my eyes suddenly to the angry shouts of Connor and Achilles down stairs. Lately they have been fighting more. I woke up, got changed and strapped all of my weapons onto me, just incase. i peeked my head over the railings. Connor was furiously walking behind Achilles.

"Or you could just admit that you were wrong." Connor said.

"Oh child, please." Achilles said with a dismissing wave of his hand. "You've killed two men - one more salesmen than soldier. You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to impress me."

"Is that so, old man? Or perhaps we should step outside? I will gladly demonstrate how easily I could trounce.." Connor followed Achilles out of the kitchen, and saw a man standing with him sipping tea. I ran down the stairs and joined them in the kitchen.

"Morning." I said nonchalantly. I grabbed a piece bread and bit into it. Connor was looking confused at Achilles, then at the man, than at me.

"Connor, this is Benjamin Tallmadge. His father was one of us, no need for secrecy. I think he has something he wants to say."

"Achilles tells me you've uncovered a plot to murder the Commander in Chief." said Benjamin.

"Yes. But I have only false starts and dead ends to show for it." Connor replied in a disappointed tone.

"Not anymore, my friend. Thomas Hickey's your man - and I aim to help you catch him." I remember seeing a portrait of a man named Thomas Hickey in the basement.

"How?"

"I'll explain on the way. We are going to New York."

We arrived in the city the next day. At least half of the city was burnt down. People we homeless, windows were broken and dead bodies were cremated in pyres. New York was a shadow of its former self.

"So what is your stake in all this?" Connor asked.

"Same as yours. Peace. Stability. A land in which all might live side by side - free and equal." Benjamin replied.

"Then why don't you join the brotherhood?" I asked.

"My father was an Assassin. Quite good at his job, too, as I understand it. But... I hope to have children some day. It's hard to live in two worlds at the same time. So I chose to live in one." His words were true. If you had a family while being an Assassin, they would never be safe.

"I understand." I said.

"I still contribute as I can. It's why we're here now."

"What can you tell me of Thomas Hickey?" Connor asked.

"He has been running a counterfeiting ring in the city. Locate the source of his operation, and we can have him arrested. He cannot harm the Commander if he is in prison."

"Do you know where he is?"

"Not exactly. But I have an idea where we can begin the search." We continued to follow Benjamin to a marketplace. We dismounted. Benjamin surveyed the area, maybe for a clue to where Hickey could be. The market was going about it's normal business, people trading and selling things. Groups of kids floated from one stand to another, ogling at the food. Finally, a shout rung out across the market that caught our attention.

"What are you up to? This isn't money! It's colored paper." The angry merchant flung a pile of fake bills at the counterfeiter and shoved him away. "You've cheated me for the last time! Guards!" The counterfeiter ran away hastily, before the guards could arrive.

"That's our man." I whispered as Connor and I began to follow him.

"You take to the rooftops, keep an eye on him." I nodded and scaled a nearby wall. I ran silently over the rooftops, careful to avoid the guards. I pressed myself against a chimney and waiting for a guard to walk away. Looking down, I saw Connor sprint from haystacks to behind a pile of barrels. I ran from my cover and followed closely behind the man. We tailed him for blocks, darting between alleys and back streets. The man knocked on a door and entered a small building. I dropped down from the roof and rejoined Connor. He looked down at the bottom of the door. A shadow shifted and voices could be heard through the door. Connor backed up a few feet and hunched his shoulder, preparing to sprint.

"Wait." I stopped him. In a swift movement I kicked the door down, along with the man standing in front of it.

"Wot's this?" The man standing over a table turned towards us.

"Thomas Hickey?" Connor asked.

"Might be. What's it to ya?" Connor unsheathed his hidden blade. I took out my dagger and a knife.

"Huh, ain't s'pposed to be none of your kind left. Suppose I'd best be rectifyin' that, then. Get 'em!" Hickey grabbed a bag of fake money. Connor jumped up, lodged his knife into a man's head and ran out after Hickey. I threw a knife at the other man and ran. Connor was fighting off guards while Hickey was being strangled by redcoats.

"There she is! Get her!" Redcoats charged at me. I blocked their hits and went to Connor.

"Go after Hickey, I can handle myself." He nodded and chased after the counterfeiter. A bayonet flew towards me. I side stepped it with ease and hurled into the guard behind me. Flitting around, I kicked a sword out of an officers hand and stabbed him in the throat. In the distance I could hear a soldier ordering his men to fire. I quickly grabbed a redcoat and shoved him in front of me. His body spasmed as the bullets pierced him. A few bullets grazed my exposed arm. I winced for a moment then ignored it. I dropped the body and advanced at the other guards. After a few minutes all of the redcoats were dead. People ran away from the sight of bloodshed, screaming and shouting. I stumbled through the alleyways, searching Connor and Hickey. I finally found them. Connor had Hickey pinned against a wall.

"Hey there." I said. Connor looked over at me then at my bloody arm. He was about to speak before a soldier interrupted him.

"You are all under arrest."

"Ah well, we were just havin' a scrap, officer! Ain't nuttin' wrong with two men settlin' their differences the ol' fashi'n way. Can't we come to-"

"Shut up!" I snapped. "What are the charges?"

"Counterfeiting."

"We had nothing to do with that!" Connor protested.

"Course not." The soldier said sarcastically.

"Listen - there are more important things at stake here. This man is planning to-" The guard slammed the butt of his musket into his forehead, instantly knocking him out.

"Connor!" I screamed. But I didn't have time to help him. Another musket came for me. I quickly ducked and stabbed the soldier in the stomach. More guards arrived. I threw a knife quickly at the nearest guard. The soldiers were already dragging Connor's limp body into the carriage. I began to panic. I shoved the soldiers out of my way. A man grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.

"Get the hell away from me!" I screeched as I stabbed the man behind me. By the time I turned around I was too late. I stood there desperately as I watched the carriage drive away. I threw my dagger on the ground in frustration.

"shit, shit, SHIT!" I slumped down against the wall. Now Connor was going to be executed for sure.

What do I do?

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-Shadow-wild.