The woman sat on a near by desk as she watched he brother read the letter. "They're askin' fer help in London again, nae?" She questioned, accent thick.
Her brother nodded,"Seems ta be gettin' more and more desperate as well. Yet the council does nothin'." He sighed and handed her the paper so she could read it herself. "Blast the damn council, Ah'll go there my damned self. That sassenach council is just bloody scared, and it shows."
The woman studied the letter carefully, "Jamie, let me go. I'll set the lot straight, anyways, you've got your hands full here, trainin' Tom, fighting against the templar influences, here, in Scotland. With out you, Scotland would fall as well. Especially now that father's gone, you're the head of the house now."
Jamie smirked, seeing right through her attempts to appeal to his pride. "Tha's an awful flowery way to say "Please save me from ma and her incessant need ta try to find me suitors'," He mocked in a falsetto voice. "You know she would not be happy with you leaving Rory."
"Mother is never happy with me," She grumbled, rolling her eyes. In all of her 20 years Mother has picked apart every little thing shes done. Especially if it was for the Order, Mother hated that she was an assassin. She wanted Rory to be a proper noble lady, Something Rory detested with all her heart. "Please," she begged "Jame, if I stay here any longer she might try to arrange things again."
Jamie thought for a moment, the nodded, pulling his hand through his red hair. He hated to see his younger sister so distraught, being forced to be something she most definitely was not. "Start packing, I want you gone by midnight, one trunk, only bring the essentials. Ma is not to know until tomorrow, you should be in London by that time." Rory hugged her brother, over joyed at the prospect of freedom. She then ran as fast as she could to start packing before it was too late.
As requested, She was packed and on the train by midnight, only bringing a small chest filled with things she felt important enough to bring along. She sat on the train, clutching her luggage, making plans on what she would need to do first. She thought of the assassin that sent the letter, and nodded, " Ill need to find Mr. Green, as soon as I can. But first, I think I may pay dear Alec a visit." She smiled at her plan, excited to see her childhood friend once again.
It took 11 hours to get from Edinburgh to London. When she finally stepped out of the train, she was met with clouds as grey as the cobble stone below them, Large and dark as if heavy with rain. She put her hood up to protect from any stray drops as she made her way to Lambeth to see her old friend, her luggage in tow.
It didn't take long to find the building she was looking for, hands full with her trunk, she kicked the door in order to get Alexander's attention. "Alec!" She called, "Please come to the door Alec, my hands are full I need help getting in.
Stumbling and hurried steps could be heard on the other side before the door was flung open to reveal Alexander Graham Bell. "Rory! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed, happy to see her, he ushered her inside, "You can place your things down anywhere don't worry, I haven't seen you in ages! Would you like some tea?"
She carefully placed the trunk off to the side as to not get in anyone's way, and shook her head "No thank you Alec, I'm not here for long. I just wanted to see my childhood friend now that I'm in town. Perhaps even see if you have any new gadgets for me to try out?"
Alexander nodded excitedly "Yes! I've created modifications the hidden blade that you might like, If you leave your bracer with me for a bit I'll be able to get it up to snuff and on par with the other assassins that are here"
"Other assassins? I thought there was only Mr. Green." She said in a confused tone as she handed over her hidden blade. "Have more come recently?"
"Ah yes well-" With that Alexander was interrupted with a loud bang as the front door flew open and a tall man entered.
-Jacob's PoV-
"Hey Alec!" I hollered as I opened the door. "We've got those cables all fixed, the telegraphs should be functional again right?" I continued. Then I noticed the small red head standing near the window, She had to have been at least a foot shorter than me. She looked up at me with large blue eyes, she must have been startled by me sudden entrance. Either way she was quite beautiful, even the extreme shortness of her hair added to her charm. I smirked. "Whose this Alec? Have you been holding out on me?"
"Ah!" Alec remarked as he tinkered with something at his desk. "Mr. Frye, this is Rory Kinloch. Rory, this is Jacob Frye.
She held out her hand as if to ask for a handshake, instead I took her hand and kissed the top of it. "Charmed, Love."
She raised an eyebrow and removed her hand from my grip, "Aye, a pleasure to meet you was well I suppose, Mr. Frye." She responded warily in a thick Scottish accent
I smirked wider, "A Scot? I always heard that Scottish women were good in-" There was a loud crack and a sharp wave of pain before I could even finish. Before I realized what happened she had stormed out and left Alec and I alone. "She bloody punched me." I realized as I rubbed my cheek.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry Mr. Frye, Rory has always had a bit of a temper on her." Alec explained, apologizing for his friend.
I shook me head, "No no, I was being a twat, I deserved it." I admitted, I dont even know what had gotten into me to say something so rude, Evie always said I lacked a filter. "Shes got one hell of a punch."