Here we go!
"Here we are." Jacob exclaimed proudly as they entered his wagon. Molly glanced around the room, clearly noticing signs that it was a male's living quarters. She walked further into the wagon, studying the various of things in there. There was a desk... Or was it a desk? It was covered with papers. Different kind of weapons were just laying about. Then she noticed the layout on one side of the wagon. Pictures, maps and letters were hanging on the wall, all of them crossed with a red line. The picture in the middle caught her attention and she turned to Jacob with wide eyes.
"Is Crawford Starrick dead?" she asked.
He threw himself onto his couch, folding his feet, leaning back and a widespread grin on his lips "You bet."
"How long ago?"
"Hmm. Maybe two months."
"Why the heck haven't you announced it to other assassins?!" she yelled. Jacob shushed her and glanced at Evie's closed door.
"Be quiet, woman! We're not the only ones here."
Molly cursed in a language Jacob didn't understand "What language is that?"
"Danish."
Danish. What country spoke danish?
"Just where are you from?" he asked her.
Molly was staring at picture of Starrick "Denmark. Well... Not entirely. My father was Irish."
"And where is this.. Denmark placed?" he asked slowly.
Molly stopped studying the wall and slowly glanced over her shoulder, a dumbfounded look on her face "You don't know...?"
Jacob laughed nervously "Not exactly. No."
"No wonder your sister is branded as the smart one."
"Hey. How should I know how far the Creed's reach is?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're an Assassin."
"Just point me to a target and I'm happy."
Molly sighed deeply. The exhaustion was slowly taking her body and she glanced around, looking for something akin to a bed.
When she found none, she glanced at Jacob who was staring at her intensely. A grin slowly appeared on his lips and he gestured towards the couch. Molly raised a brow in question, making Jacob snort.
"Sorry. If you want to sleep somewhat comfortably.. It's the couch. Otherwise there is a whole floor for you to sleep on." he sounded smug.
Molly couldn't believe the nerve of this idiot. She'd been wrong to even give him the gentleman title earlier. He was a shrewd, dirty, perverted fool.
Any other man would've let her have the couch but alas... She had to settle with this poor excuse of a man.
Jacob was happy with himself. Already he enjoyed toying around with this woman called Molly. She was like an open book, unlike his sister who never showed much. The different emotions swept across Molly's face and he resisted the urge to laugh. Surprise, irritation and then embarrassment.
But he'd meant what he said. It's the couch with him or the floor. The fall from earlier had his back aching and it hurt. Should he sleep on the floor, he wouldn't be able to sit or stand upright tomorrow.
Besides who wouldn't want to cuddle with a pretty woman?
Molly was pretty. A little... Plain to look at, should he say so himself. With that long, light brown hair reaching her midback, slightly tanned skin, her dark brown eyes, pouty lips and a petite nose, she looked like any other woman roaming the streets.
Alright, so perhaps plain was a little bit of an understatement. She looked normal. Nothing striking about her.
Molly moved over to the couch and sat down, as far away as she could. Jacob watched her every move with amusement.
"You're going to sleep in that?" he asked, noticing how her cheeks reddened. She threw him a glare and a sneer.
"Fine. But I'm taking off mine." he rose from the couch, already unbuttoning his shirt. With his back to her, he couldn't see how Molly frantically looked everywhere but at him. She watched his top hat fly across the room, onto the desk and the rustling of clothes made her fret.
She wanted to strangle him.
Then she berated herself. It wasn't like it was the first time she'd seen a man in his trousers.
"There. All done." he said happily. Molly kept her eyes on the floor as he picked up the blanket. Unsure how to proceed, she sat still.
Jacob looked at her, taking in her nervous demeanour. Shaking his head "Lay down."
She glanced up at him by accident and her face heated up. The two tattoos caught her attention first, then her eyes went down further, down his slightly hairy chest to his...
She gulped but did as he said, placing herself as comfortably as she could on the couch.
Jacob got a bit disappointed when she laid down with her back to him but shrugged it off and sat down on the couch, placing the blanket over her then laying down himself.
An awkward silence spread between them as they laid back to back. Molly could feel him breathing and her own heartbeat was loud in her ears.
Jacob could feel the soft fabric of her clothes against his skin and silently cursed her for not doing as he had hoped she would.
Oh, well, it was a new day tomorrow.
Evie stretched her back as she walked out of her wagon, jumping across to Jacobs. Henry was also up and about but he was dressing himself.
As usual, Jacob was still sleeping and as she neared the couch she saw another figure nestling up against her brother.
He'd never brought any female to the train. So the sight of a woman...
The woman was cuddling up against him.
Evie walked closer to the pair on the couch. Jacob was snoring, as usual while the woman was breathing slowly and quietly.
What had he been up to last night?
Henry entered the wagon as well, opening his mouth but Evie gestured him for to be quiet, urging him over to her.
"He's never done that, has he?" Evie asked him as they both stared at the pair.
"Hmm. No. Not even those nights when you were out in the field." he whispered back.
Jacob heard mumbling voices and cracked an eye open, finding his sister and Henry studying him closely. He was about to rise but there was someone laid across his chest. He glanced down and saw the top of Molly's head.
"Well, well. She's a cuddler." he whispered.
Evie cleared her throat, waking Molly up. Her head rose from Jacobs chest, a small yawn escaping her. She needed more sleep. Her mind still foggy from sleep, she laid her head back onto his chest, mumbling something in danish.
That's when it hit her that she was nestled closely against Jacob. It was quite comfortable but that was not the biggest problem.
No, it was the two people staring down at them. And now that she noticed it, Jacob was also staring down at her.
Molly sprung up from the couch, pale as a sheet.
"H-hey. Relax. It's just Evie and Henry." Jacob yawned as he rose from the couch.
Evie glared at him, picking up his hat from the desk, throwing it at him "Get dressed, idiot."
"Do you want some tea, miss...?" Henry asked, smiling at her. Molly looked at him and cracked a small smiled, shaking her head.
"No, thank you. I'm more of a coffee person." Molly paused, remembering that it was only Jacob who knew her name "Please, forgive me. My name is-"
"Molly Densa Jackson." Henry threw her a sideways grin "I know."
Evie entered her wagon with Jacob in tow. He glanced at Molly swiftly before grabbing a small cup, placing himself comfortably in Evie's chair.
"If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Green, but how do you know my name?" Molly asked softly.
Henry handed a cup to Evie, while pouring some for himself. Jacob grunted in displeasure that he had to get up from the chair and get the teapot himself.
"I'm sorry if it seems weird but you look much like your father. He was a good man." he explained. Molly smiled warmly at the mention of her father, missing the old coot already.
"And I've heard about you also."
"Oh? Only good things I hope." he said.
"I promise you."
"Tell us about yourself, Molly." Evie asked gently. She could see how stiff Molly was, clearly nervous being around people she'd only just met.
"There's not much to tell, really..." Molly said slowly, rubbing her arm, trying to calm herself.
"There's plenty to tell. Molly is the child of Edward Jackson and Sophia Densa. Both accomplished assassins. You lived in Copenhagen till the age of seventeen, then your parents took you with them to Ireland. You returned to Copenhagen, alone, five years after." Henry stopped talking and it was good timing too. Evie was staring at him, Molly had her head tilted in question and Jacob had an eyebrow raised.
"Uh, yeah... Perhaps I should let her speak." he laughed nervously.
"Remind me to ask you later how you know so much about our new friend here." Evie warned him.
Molly let out a relieved laugh. These two wasn't so bad, they seemed nice. Henry seemed like a calm and collected individual. One who might know more than he let on.
Evie seemed so different from Jacob. More thoughtful, rational. What she'd heard about the twins so far seemed like the truth.
"What brings you to London, then? Surely you're not just visiting." Evie asked with a polite voice, as if not to seem pushy.
Molly was unsure if she should tell them but then she thought that the help they could provide would be game-changing. Leaning forward, taking a hand, digging inside her jacket, she pulled out a letter. Handing it to Evie, she began telling about her 'job'.
"For the past six months I've been tracking a nobleman named Rasco Gallowell. Torture, murder, child-labour, assassination, these are but a few of a long list of atrocities he has committed. He's ruthless, cynical but he's smart and manipulative. So far he's been evading me. Once I get the scent of him, he just vanishes the next day. But this time I've tracked him to London. He has an estate in the city... All I need is to know where and I will finally get my hands on him." Molly explained as best as she could. The letter she'd handed to Evie was one of many things she'd gotten her hands on.
"Someone invited him here... But whom?" Evie asked. She glanced at Henry before handing him the letter "It's not signed with a formal name. Just the initials."
"O. H." Molly mumbled.
"He sounds like someone we know, doesn't he?" the voice of Jacob interrupted the trio as he stood beside Henry, glancing down on the letter "Starrick. Sure he isn't one of his pawns?" he threw Molly a questioning look.
She shook her head "He has no ties to Starrick as far as I know."
"Is he connected to the Order?" Evie asked.
"If so, I haven't found any proof yet." Molly answered.
Jacob gave Molly a hard pat on the back, making her cough, he grinned down at her "Well, then... What are we waiting for?"
