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Rudi

Connor and I soon make it to General Putnam. We arrive at the ending of an argument between him and a soldier which is stopped abruptly when a cannon ball takes off half of one of the men's legs.

"Wilhelm scream!" I say excitedly.

Connor gives me a look that shows he beleives me to have gone mad. I technically am. All my best friends know that I'm insane.

"I rest my case," General Putnam says, showing the wounded soldier to be the proof for his point. "I'm going back to Bunker Hill. Good-day, gentlemen!"

I love this badass guy already.

Connor and I quickly walk up to him.

"General Putnam?," Connor said.

"What?"

"I'm-we are looking for John Pitcairn. I was told you could help us find him."

"He's tucked away in that city with no reason to leave. So long as that ship continues its assault, we'll never flush him out."

"But if the ship was stopped..." I said.

Putnam smirked at me. "...Then poor John might be forced to get off his arse and come forward!"

"We will fly this flag to signal our success," Connor says, showing the rebel flag.

"Plus we can truly stick it to them that the rebels-especially dear General Israel Putnam-are much better than the Brits and their ilk," I add.

"I shall speak fondly of you at your funeral, boy." General Putnam then goes in the direction of Bunker Hill.

After he turns his back I add a middle-finger to Connor's sneer.

"Jackass," I say.

"You speak like that?" Connor asks.

"Yeah. No use censoring yourself when other's won't," I tell him in answer.

After a good takeover of British ships and shoving our victory down their throats with the flag (And our blades) we head back to Bunker Hill to prove to Putnam we actually could do it.

He is sitting beside a cannon smoking another cigar when we reach him.

"Well I'll be damned. You did it." The way he says it shows some pride. I nod to him and he does the same to me.

"Quite a speech," I said.

"Lies, all of it, I'm afraid. Still, such words have carried us this far..."

"And what of Pitcairn?" Connor said.

"He's left Boston as I said he would, and set up camp on Moulton Hill." He hands Connor a spyglass and I get out my own folding brass binoculars to see Pitcairn giving orders to his troops across the way.

"There's no good way to get at him. I suppose you could circle around and get him or wait for us to thin their ranks," Putnam continues.

"I say with direct approach," I said.

"That's twice today you two propose the impossible."

"We did prove it possible, though," I remind him.

Putnam laughs and smacks a large hand on my shoulder.

"Ah, I like you kid. You have quite the way with words. Even if you and your friend are as mad as a couple of march hares."

"I'v always had that gift. And I take being mad as a march hare a good thing. Otherwise I wouldn't have fun with this job."

I then lead Connor through the forest to Pitcairn's camp. I was able to persuade Connor to allow me to deal the killing blow to Pitcairn. As we waited up in the tree he went to asking me questions.

"Are you half Mohawk as well?"

"No; Cherokee. I'm from Georgia. My father is Irish."

"Oh. How is it you were able to understand my people's language?"
"I honestly don't know Connor. I just did."

"I suppose that-Pitcairn."

I notch an arrow and aim for Pitcairn's neck. I fire and the arrow hits its target. Connor and I quickly jump down from the tree and press Pitcairn for his information. We got none that would be useful. So we looted his corpse after he dies to see if he had anything on him. He had a letter.

We would have read it if some Redcoats hadn't seen us and started to run after us. I had fun shooting two down with my pistols. Headshots, too.

I like being an Assassin too much.

"I see you live," Putnam said to us as we approached.

"The same can not be said for Pitcairn," Connor said.

"Well done, I suppose. But it matters little now. I'm ordering a full retreat. We have lost too many in exchange for too little. If the Tories want this hill so badly, let them have it. Boston is the true prize."

"I'm afaid we have a bigger problem," Connor said handing the letter to Putnam.

Finishing the letter, Putnam's eyes widened so much I thought they would pop out of their sockets.

"This can't be right. It says they plan to murder Washington!"

I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2~! In the next (And last, sadly) chapter of this short story we find out what Pitcairn did to Rudi's friend to make him die by her hands while they rest up at the Davenport Homestead. And Rudi meets Achilles. That should be fun! Any suggestions for some scenes with Achilles is appreciated and credit will be given to the wonderful person or people who give them.