"Any sight or mention of it?"
"Not yet, sir."
"Keep her in there until you find it."
"Yes, sir."
Whitechapel, London-
Carina cursed under her breath as she stomped down the streets of Whitechapel. There was so much bullshit she could take, and it has finally reached its peak. "If Starrick expects for me to get along with Kaylock, then he's wrong. Very wrong," she murmured to herself. She adjusted the black leather bracer on her right arm before shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.
After arriving back from Croydon, Carina was immediately sent to Starrick's office. She had been there a couple of times, mostly when she was a teen, but now it felt more dangerous. Especially after she confronted him about her father's death.
She knew that her father worked for an organization of sorts and that she was supposed too also, but her father tried to keep her in shadows. It worked for some time, but that same secret got her in this position.
Carina sighed as she approached the station. As always the station was filled with civilians and Blighters. She flipped on her hood as she entered the station. She activated her eagle vision and quickly did a sweep of the building. Everything seemed fine until two golden figures appeared.
She made way towards them quickly stop when someone grabbed her arm. She unsheathed a dagger that was strapped onto her thigh and pressed the tip against the grabber's throat.
"Whoa, down girl it's just me," Abigail, Carina's friend said. Carina sighed, she put the dagger back its sheath and looked over her shoulder trying to find the golden glow. Upon realizing the targets happened to be nowhere in sight, she scowled.
She returned her attention to the Blighter in front of her. "Need something Abi?"
Abigail raised her hands in front of her and took a step back. "Kaylock was getting impatient, and you're never late. Something happen on the way here?"
Carina shook her head, "No, it's just a lovely day today. Thought I'd enjoy it before I die."
Abigail laughed as she motioned for Carina to follow her. "Always the pessimist aren't ya?"
"Someone has to be," Carina mumbled. Abigail rolled her eyes and led the young Templar to the correct train.
"No one will die. Hopefully," Abigail said, hopping onto a train carriage, "Besides, we're just looking for Henry Green. Nothing too bad, now is it?"
Carina followed Abigail onto the train. "Okay, fine. I'll stay my blade from Kaylock's face for now."
She heard Abigail chuckle. Carina smiled as she tightened her bracer. The first time she met Abigail was about a year after the Templars took her in. They wanted to test her abilities, and she did not disappoint until the last fight. One of the Blighters got pissed at her for beating up his friends. Abigail was the one to break up the fight and patch her up. Since then, the two have stuck to each other like two peas in a pod.
Carina made her way to one of the couches on the coach and let herself fall on one. She sighed, letting her head fall back on the couch. Henry Green, the only assassin in London. Could this be the Ghost? The assassin spy father told me about?
The Templar was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the looming figure above her. "Get off your ass you lazy, Ward."
Carina bolted off the couch, almost crashing into who she now realized to be, Kaylock. "Morning to you too, Sunshine."
"You know what you're here to do. So go do it," Kaylock said, shoving a grappling gun at Carina.
Carina glanced down at the gun, the fact that he had given her an object that could be used as a weapon surprised her. She shoved the gun into her pocket and made her way towards the coach exit. Time to hunt an assassin
Somewhere in London-
After weeks of searching, she found no sign of Henry Green, but she did find dead Blighters, and Whitechapel almost liberated. Not that she minded.
"Damn assassins!" Kaylock shouted. Carina leaned against the coach wall, ignoring his little tantrum, she understood why he was mad, but she was glad the assassins had liberated the children.
"Either you can stay mad at the assassins and do nothing or stop being pissed and do something." Kaylock turned to face her. He scowled, but said nothing, surprising the girl. "So?"
"This new gang, what are they called again?"
"Why the hell would I know?"
"It doesn't matter, I challenged them to a gang fight."
Carina's eyes widen in surprise. "Oh? A gang fight? First one in years."
Kaylock hummed in agreement. But something wasn't adding up. "Why are you telling me this?"
"The fight is today, stay out of the way," Kaylock demand. "Wouldn't want the boss to get mad, would we?"
Carina chuckled. "And here I was thinking you were worried about me."
The gang leader scoffed but smiled a bit. "Your stop is at Whitechapel, be off the train by then."
"Yes, sir."
Whitechapel Train Station-
A section outside of the station was blocked off from the public for the fight. A crowd had formed behind the fence - adults, children, anyone who had the time was there. It didn't help that it was pouring rain, but people were still there.
Carina sneaked onto the edge of the station's roof and crouched down. She pulled down her hood in an attempt to stop the rain from hitting her face, leaned forward a bit and did a sweep of the area with her eagle vision.
There were about seventeen gang members in total - ten Blighters and seven opposing gang members - not counting the leaders. The other gang might've had fewer men, but they overpowered the Blighters thanks to the assassin helping them.
"Looks like Kaylock will lose the train," she whispered, moving back from the edge.
As the fighting calmed down, Kaylock and several of his men climbed up top the roof of the train. He moved more towards the center and whistled to catch the assassin's attention. "Ah! There you are!"
"Son of a bitch." Carina quickly stood up as the train began to leave the station. She ran to the other side of the station but missed it. "Damn it!"
Carina may not like Kaylock, but his death was just going to worsen her relationship with Starrick.
Deciding to take some good news to the Grandmaster, she followed the train until it stopped.
By the time she arrived, a crowd had formed around the assassins and the train. She approached the crowd stealthy, her hood still up, occasionally glancing up towards the train.
"Kaylock is dead!" One of the assassins declared. "Whitechapel is no longer in the hands of the Blighters!" The assassin threw down Kaylock's Templar pin to the ground.
She took this time to study the assassins. One boy and one girl, both equal in height...
"You now have the choice to join our ranks! We welcome all who would stand up to Starrick and his cutthroats!" The female assassin shouted.
That caught Carina's attention. She watched as some of the Blighters accepted the proposal.
She took a step back as the male assassin jumped down from the train. "Welcome to the Rooks!"
The 'Rooks' shouted in celebration as whatever was left of the Blighters left the area. Carina followed behind them, occasionally glancing over her shoulder.
There was something... odd about those assassins. Something familiar. And Carina was going to find out what.
