Aveline knew better than to run away from problems, from fears. She once had thought that by becoming part of The Brotherhood she would be stronger than when she lost her mother. Her father's demise & untimely death had proved otherwise.

She consoled herself that she wasn't necessarily running away, rather more she was running to New York to solve that problem. At what cost though? Revenge is motivated by emotion, & can be dangerous if not controlled. She knew this. Vazquez wasn't innocent of crimes, but she had killed him believing him to be the Company Man & out of anger. What if she killed another that was innocent? She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she did.

She contemplated her motives for going to New York as she rode hard, only stopping to allow her horse rest. She slept little, her thoughts keeping her preoccupied the entire trip. As she neared the town she would be staying in for the time being, she changed into one of her dresses & pushed her earlier qualms behind her.

When she finally arrived in New York, the contrast between New Orleans was outstanding. She'd have to get used to the feel of the land fast, as it was clear she stood out.

After she booked a room in the town inn, she set out on foot walking through the streets. Her ears were perked for any bit of information, as her eyes followed the behavior of the ladies. The gentlemen took notice of her, but she paid them no mind. However, there was one man stood out to her as he was the only one uninterested in her.

His face was obscured by his hat, but his skin was darker than the others, his build greater & a braid of black hair peeked out from under the hat. His mannerisms were well practiced, but it was evident he was looking for something or someone. Their eyes caught for a moment, his eyes dark in the shadows of his hat. He broke contact first as he pushed off from the wall he was leaning on & walked into the crowd. There was something predatory about the man, she saw it when they made eye contact & it was in his step as he disappeared into the mob. She followed, finding him again & again as he tried to evade her. He stepped into an alley & when she paused at the entrance, she saw it was a dead end. She smiled to herself, congratulating her escapee as she turned to head back to the inn. This man could either be a friend or a foe, but it was clear she now had to keep an eye out for him

Connor waited impatiently for his informant, he had lost track of Haytham after passing through Pennsylvania & he needed to get back on the trail fast if he was to meet him in time. The town was crowded more than usual as he rested against a wall & stared off into the distance. He heard whispers from passerby's of a new lady in town, someone not from the surrounding area.

He could feel eyes upon him & his attention flickered to a lady with dark skin & black hair, much like his own. This must be the lady everyone was speaking about. His gaze met hers & there was something familiar in her presence. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but decided he had lingered for too long & moved into the crowd.

Turn after turn, she still followed him. Even when he began to sprint through alleys & around corners, she seemed to know what direction he would take yet she didn't hasten to keep up. He needed to shake her, & he was pulling out tricks he hadn't used in a long time until he finally stumbled into an alley with a dead end. He quickly climbed up the wall & onto the roof, watching her pause at the entrance. She bowed her head & mumbled something in what sounded like French as she turned, a smirk on her lips. He had the oddest feeling that she knew he had taken to the roof, but choose to leave him instead. The more he thought about it, the more it felt like the chase was a game of cat & mouse. But who was the mouse & who was the cat?