The Assassins and The Dimension Travelers
By Trinity Pandora Kat
Chapter 3
Mrs. Evans silently told Samantha to stay put as she ventured back to the desk in the front. Samantha felt unease and fear just from watching the woman hesitantly go. Was she expecting someone unpleasant to be waiting for her? If so, who could strike that much fear into a person so kind? Was it...one of the Templars?
"Mr. Starrick, what an unexpected surprise." She heard the older lady say, her voice struggling to not tremble. Not that she was succeeding.
"Starrick?" Samantha repeated to herself in a soft whisper, the name was familiar. She couldn't say for sure but, that probably was the 'Grandmaster' of the Templars. Being so new to the Fandom certainly wasn't something to fall back on, especially at a time like this.
"Good morning ma'am, I'm here to inquire about your daughter, Lucille."
Samantha didn't know why, but she had a feeling that this wasn't good. First reason being that Mrs. Evan's daughter wasn't even here. Second reason, just from his voice alone, Samantha could tell that he was not a kind man nor might he be the type to care about trivial details. It took some immense willpower to not rush to the older woman's side, she convinced herself that there could be some use of the predicament for the Assassins.
"Lucille? She's not here; she went to the market today, or so she told me." There was evident fear in her voice, fearing for her daughter and herself.
Starrick progressively became angry as he started questioning where the young woman may be. He was unsatisfied with the answers he was receiving; the more uncertain Mrs. Evans was, the more frustrated he became. Samantha wasn't sure what to do, was there anything she could to help?
"Ma'am," Starrick exhaled, Samantha feared that he might do something drastic. His patience was running thin and she didn't want poor Mrs. Evans to get hurt; of all the days for her kid to be out. Her internal struggle dissipated and she went against the voice in her head that was telling her to keep out. Inhaling softly, she tried her best to put on a sweet facade.
"Excuse me?" Starrick and Mrs. Evans both jumped at the soft, innocent voice, Samantha poked her head out from behind the wall with a look of curiosity. Samantha had seen enough cute animes to know how to act the part, she still was terrified that the Templar would see right through her though.
Starrick stared at her, almost like he was analyzing her, which made her incredibly uncomfortable. His eyes traced her face and body, he looked fascinated. While this meant that her effort was not in vain, she still wanted to cower away from his gaze.
"S-Sir, it's rude to stare." She unintentionally squeaked, making her face heat up with embarrassment.
Starrick smiled at her, shivers of disgust ran down her spine. "And who are you, ma'am? I'm certain we've never met." He took a step toward her, it took all of her will to not take a step away from him.
"Samantha uh, Montalvo." She hoped that sounded convincing, getting caught in a lie so soon would just suck. "I-I just moved to London, Mrs. Evans has taken me in as a favor to my parents."
Mrs. Evans quickly nodded, "Yes, her father sent her here from America."
Samantha tried her best not to look shocked that the woman immediately guessed that she was an American. She just rolled with it, hoping that she could get the Templar off the woman's case.
"Is that so?" he nudged his head to the other men next to him, "Then I shall hope to see you more often, perhaps you can visit me for afternoon tea?"
Samantha and Mrs. Evans shared a look of confusion and astonishment, was he really asking her that? Did they hear him correctly? Like, really?
"Here, I'll have a carriage come for you tomorrow." He tapped one of his men, indicating them to leave. "Til we meet again." He took her hand and laid a soft kiss upon it before also leaving the store.
It took Samantha roughly three minutes after he was gone to start putting two and two together. "Did he just...?"
Mrs. Evan's was no better, "I-I believe he's taken a fancy to you.."
Samantha immediately started gagging and viciously rubbing her hand on the wall, "Ew! I've caught the attention of a weirdo! Why does this outlandish shit always happen to me!? Wah!"
Mrs. Evans tried her best to calm Samantha down but, the disgust of attracting a strange man like Starrick was too much for the younger girl. That and this never had happened to her before so, she was in a blind panic. Eventually, the older woman managed to distract her with the assassin outfit that Jacob requested for her. It did a wonderful job, although she still continued to wipe the long gone kiss from her hand. The top of her hand was an angry red color by the end of the day.
"Good evening ladies." Jacob smiled as he finally returned, he didn't take notice of Samantha's dresses like he did the uniform. He picked it up with fascination, trying to get it in the best light, before insisting that Samantha had to try it on.
"You're awfully giddy." Samantha noted as she put on the clothes, the dressing room door remained open so that the two could still talk. For privacy, a folding wall blocked the door's view of her. "What happened?"
"We beat them to little pulps, they were looking for a chance to strike at our allies to weaken relations." He must have been itching for a good brawl, he looked like a child on a sugar rush. His fingers kept twitching and he couldn't sit still for no more than a second.
Samantha shook her head, finished dressing up for him. This was going to be her life now so, she tried her best to keep her opinions to herself. "Uh huh, I'm done." She left the privacy of the wall and was beginning to head out of the room.
"Great, let me se-" he tore open the door(as it had naturally tried to return to the frame), eager to see her when he found himself stumbling on his words.
The outfit wasn't anything special; it was a dark blue shirt with the signature assassin's hood, a brown underbust, and dark brown pants with black boots. She wore two different gloves on her hands; her left glove was fingerless, while right had one that was an ordinary glove. She also had a black leather harness that was firmly strapped under her bust and on her legs. There were small pouches on the harness, just in case she needed to store anything.
Jacob was taken by surprise, the dark colors perfectly contrasted with her milky skin and honey brown hair. She looked more like one of the Rooks but, still having the basic aura of an assassin. She could still use some accessories like a coat so that she could carry hidden weapons and Evie should have already commissioned that inventor to make a new gauntlet for her.
"Jacob? You okay?" Samantha snapped her fingers, trying to pull him out of his stupor. She didn't mind having him stare at her like Starrick did; her skin wasn't crawling and her stomach wasn't trying to rid itself of its contents. Her only problem was that it she hadn't a clue why he looked so surprised. Was there a great difference between the her ordinary clothes and this?
He jerked back, a small blush was dusted on his cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't expect such work in so little time." he tipped his hat back a bit, trying to cover up his silliness. If Evie were here, she'd be getting her long deserved payback.
Mrs. Evans smiled, cleaning up the shop for closing time."Yes, neither did we. However, after an unexpected visit from Mr. Starrick we-"
"Excuse me?" Jacob's eyes widen, he exchanged a slightly angered look between the two women. "What was Starrick doing here?"
"Lucille." Mrs. Evans answered back promptly, stopping her work to stare back at the man. "He wanted to see her but, she wasn't here."
Samantha started nibbling at her thumb, she was a bit afraid to tell him about her little 'heroic act'. He wasn't too happy that the man came by, who knows if he'd appreciate the fact that she happen to intrigue him.
"He'll be coming around more often sadly." Mrs. Evans continued, Samantha tried her best to sneak away from Jacob as she spoke. "He's taken a liking to poor Samantha there."
Jacob's figure tensed, he turned ever so slowly to the nineteen year old with an angry glare. Samantha did her best to avoid it, she absolutely hated the feeling of anger being directed toward her. "Taken a liking, has he?"
"You shouldn't be this mad Jacob." Samantha said, still looking away. "After all, it could give you an edge."
"An edge?" he asked, he was still upset with her and curious at the same time. "How so? Please elaborate."
"You have a connection to the head of the Templars, one that will benefit you and Evie." she stated, she was just spewing bullshit with false hope now. "He's invited me for afternoon tea tomorrow, I will be able to learn a partial layout of his house and I can note behavioral traits."
"Is that so?" he looked unconvinced, she didn't blame him at all.
"Besides, no doubt that, if he truly has an attraction to me, I can get information out of him." she tried her best pleading look, Evie would have been easier to reason with. Still, she was more of his charge that the older twin's so his word would be final.
"We'll see about that, let us go to the train." he said, gathering the two dresses that were waiting for them. "I'll carry these; as punishment for this situation you'll be learning how to scale buildings without this." he held up his gauntlet.
"What, that's not fair!" she argued back, "I've never even climbed a tree in my life!"
"There's a first time for everything." he shrugged, already heading to the door "I'm not going to leave you behind but, we're not going anywhere until you manage it."
"This so mean!" she huffed following him with her arms crossed over her chest. "You're such a jerk."
"This also to make up for the fact that you'll be missing training tomorrow for that stupid tea party." he added, "So, take your pick: you go with that man tomorrow or you get into trouble with him."
She glared at him, how she wished that she didn't help out now. "Fine, fine." they walked up to the nearest building, all the lights were out and not a soul could be seen. "You want me to practice here?"
"Yes."
"And what will we do once we get to the roof?"
"Then you'll learn how to run for your life." he smiled, "A quick tip, never slow down."
"So easy for you to say." she groaned, she examined that building to see what she could use to climb. "How do you know if something is stable?"
"You don't," he explained softly, "you just try your best to get to the top."
She let out a sigh, "Okay then, how about momentum? I don't see anything I can easily reach."
He took her arm and had her move back a bit, "Try running up those." He pointed to a some crates on the side of building. They stacked rather lazily and didn't look too trustworthy for her to consider. However, if he was going to point them out then she could at least try.
"Alright, just run and jump?" When she received a nod she added, "And should I grab anything, what do I do next?"
"Keep pulling yourself up, however you can."
"Okay." her stomach was doing flips and her thoughts kept bringing up what ifs. She truly doubted that she could master this skill, she wasn't an active person since there was no need for it. If only she had learned to enjoy physical activity over being repulsed by it.
When they regrouped with the others, Samantha was thoroughly sore and pissed off. It had taken several times for her to at least grab something on the building's wall. Once she managed to get herself on the wall, she'd lose her grip trying to pull herself up. Jacob had to catch her and eventually decided to call it quits for the night. He seemed so disappointed, like he actually felt like his overconfidence in her was already fading.
The thought that he was so quickly losing hope in her brought forth a pain in her chest. She knew from the start that she was worthless to them but, he was so sure that she had a use. Maybe she wasn't trying hard enough?
"There you two are." Evie came over to them, the train wasn't going anywhere tonight so she didn't have to worry about it leaving anytime soon. "How was shopping?"
"She's good for now." his smug look returning as he showed off Samantha and her new look. "She just need a few finishing touches."
"The gauntlet will be finished some time tomorrow." she nodded before motioning to Samantha. "There's dinner inside, why don't you get some?"
"Alright." She had a sneaking suspicion that the twins were going to be complaining about her and her friends. She wasn't sure why, there was just an odd vibe going on between them. She didn't blame them if they did, they all knew how stupid Jacob's idea was.
As Samantha left, Evie let her shoulders slouch. "You're terrible at planning, Jacob."
"I see you gathered no more success than I." he sighed, removing his hat in order to fix his hair. "They just need work is all."
"Work?" Evie shot back, "Jacqueline and Christina couldn't even scale a wall, Zenin nearly fell to her death, but she did at least make it to the roof."
"Then I am glad Samantha fared no better." he smiled, he understood where Evie was coming from with her concerns. Assassins are born with their skill set, they're merely trained to hone them, these girls lacked a lot that would be required of them. He had hope though; Zenin and Samantha certainly were the more determined of the four and he knew that it was only a matter time before they could succeed. As for the other two, Christina seemed like the type to easily gather gossip while Jacqueline was the protective sort. Certainly there was a use for them.
"Jacob, get that pretty skull of yours out of the clouds." Evie sighed with great frustration, her head was throbbing already.
"Samantha's already proven her worth to me." he stated, not caring that he was being random. "She's already got a foot in with the Templars."
Evie narrowed her eyes a bit, "How so?"
"Crawford Starrick visited sweet, old Mrs. Evans today." he explained, "He caught sight of our little lass and is quite fond of her, she's been invited for tea tomorrow afternoon."
Evie searched her brother for a sign that he was lying, she couldn't believe that with just one meeting with the Grandmaster, Samantha had him in her hands. "Impossible, I've never heard him taking an interest in anyone."
"There's a first for everything." he joked softly, "She isn't too sure why he has an interest in her but, no doubt that she'll find out and that he may slip up some good intel for us."
Evie, still astonished, expressed some concern; she was more afraid that Samantha would be in danger. "What if he does anything to her?"
"I doubt that, from the way she described their meeting, he's harmless to her at the moment." he dusted off his top hat as he spoke. "Once we really start giving them what for, then we'll keep a closer eye on him."
Evie wasn't convinced but, she saw the potential of the situation and decided to see where this could lead them. "Just...make sure she's safe."
Jacob bowed to his sister, "You have my word. Now, back to the other three."
"Three? Jacob-"
"Now, now. Zenin has proven that she can be an assassin. You must teach her so that she can take care of the remaining two, they'll be street informants for us."
"Are you crazy?"
"Again, Zenin needs to be taught, she's their guardian." he smiled sweetly for such an mischievous man. "I'll keep Samantha on a strict schedule as well."
Evie shook her head, she could stand there all night and argue with him if she wanted to. By tomorrow morning, he'll remain firm on his choice and she'll be tired without a sense of what's happening around her. To Jacob, this was a perk of being her twin; he knew everything about her and that especially included when they would get into arguments like this. He knew how to get her to give up and that was likewise for her. Her weapon, though, was one she learned to never use unless she had to.
"I'll see you in the morning and I hope you'll help the girls prepare Samantha." he started to walk away until he remembered something, "Also, save her hair for me next time. Watching her bun fall out while trying to scale a building is comical and all but, rather sad as well."
"You have no class, Jacob."
"And I suppose you do, why don't we ask Henry about it?" he teased innocently, hurrying into the cabin to avoid Evie's wrath. It was too fun to tease his sister, she had always been the studious type with little free time to do anything else. Her romantic life was nonexistent until they came to London not long ago.
Jacob sighed to himself as he thought about that, by this time he had already handled that damn doctor. Evie already gave him the boot of a lecture over his recklessness although the lack of syrup did good in the end. Things between the twins have already started to change and they haven't been there for long. The four strange girls added to the confusion he felt.
It was times like these where he would find the closest brothel and spend the night in paid luxury in order to avoid thinking any further. Evie would call it as laziness but, even though they were twins and knew each other so well, he never had it in him to tell her truthfully why he did so. The fact that thinking always brought back feelings he spent years trying to forget. Feelings of anger toward their father, the feeling of being useless to others, being only a troublemaker to the Brotherhood.
Those feelings were too dark for his liking, he loved being an assassin yet, sometimes, he couldn't fight the feelings that were embedded into him. He truly had a sense for justice, he always wanted to be a heroic figure in the world. Was that wrong?
"Jacob?" Jacob hadn't noticed that Samantha was following him, she caught sight of him while listening to her friends complain about their training. She saw the strange dark look that crossed his handsome features, she had seen it some times before with her brothers. "Are you okay? You look...frightening."
He turned to the younger girl, "I'm fine, I was just thinking of going out tonight."
"Going out?" she repeated, unconvinced by his lie. "I see, will you be back in the morning?"
"Maybe, I have to meet someone tomorrow." That was right, he had his eye on that strange woman in purple. "I told Evie about your plans tomorrow, I'm sure she'll keep an eye on you."
She tilted her head slightly, "Alright, don't do anything outlandish or incredibly stupid."
He smiled, all that negativity he was feeling dissolved as he laughed. "Now you're sounding like Evie and you haven't been around her for a full day."
Samantha laughed and stuck her tongue out at him before heading back to her friends. Jacob watched her go, she acted like him in so many ways that he almost should consider her his female counterpart. It was strange, she was definitely not a normal girl. He originally chose to believe her story about them only because he wanted to see where that would go. Now, he was actually inclined to take her story to heart as this kind of attitude of hers wasn't something to be found nowadays. Even in the Brotherhood, she would be considered tomboyish to an immense extreme.
"I don't like Jacob." Jackie stated when Samantha returned to the table, it was so random that Samantha hadn't a clue what she was going on about. "He's a pervert and womanizer."
Samantha sighed as she took a drink of the tea given to them. "Really Jackie, he's just a guy."
"Says the one who antagonizes men everyday." the Hispanic girl shot back, "I don't like him and you shouldn't be around him."
"Jackie, it's just a guy." Zenin emphasized for Samantha, "Evie even told us that he likes beautiful ladies, no offense Sammy."
Samantha smiled a bit and shrugged, "None taken if you don't mind me saying that you aren't any better either."
"Hey!" Zenin was about argue back but then Christina jokingly added her two cents.
"Cause there ain't any bitches better looking than me." She immediately regretted the sentence as the two girls completely glared her way. "I was kidding."
"You don't even know how to keep your legs closed." they hissed darkly, "And don't blame Tinder, it's more the fault of the user than it is the app."
"Jackie!" Christina clung to the other girl, "They're bullying me!"
"Leave her alone you two." Jackie glared, she was use to the other two picking on the actually older girl. It didn't mean that she liked it, they just do it because they see no reason not. "And you aren't allowed to be alone with Jacob."
"Says who? You ain't my mom." Samantha huffed, what was up with Jackie? Why was she so concerned over her and Jacob?
"You are my Waifu!" Jackie reminded the girl of the joking marriage arrangements between them. Samantha was Jackie's wife, Zenin was her long term fiancee (as she refused to be a part of the sister wives), and Christina was the trophy wife.
"Oh yeah." Samantha held her left cheek while also placing her right index finger under her bottom lip. "I want a divorce then, after all you never gave me my dream wedding because you're cheap."
"The fuck you just say?!" Jackie stood up, even though it was all a joke she didn't take the statement well. "Woman, I loved and cherished you!"
Samantha shrugged, "Not as much as I would like, you spend too much time babying Christina."
"I do not!"
"Do too!" Zenin added in, a wide grin on her face. "What the hell were you just doing?"
"You guys were picking on her!" she argued, almost banging her fists on the little table. "You two are just mean!"
"So when can we schedule the divorce?" Samantha asked, she began to tap her lips innocently. "Zenin can replace me."
"Nuh uh, it's one or none!" Zenin crossed her arms over her chest, "I have to be the one and only!"
"Sharing is caring!" Christina said from her place on Jackie's arm.
"And who would know all about that?" Zenin emphasized the sentence by moving her head with the words.
"Jackie!"
"Zenin!"
Zenin plopped herself back, eying Samantha with a look of annoyance. "Don't we know how to pick 'em."
Samantha, who had been sipping on her cooling tea, choked from laughing. "Zenin, pace yourself please."
"No thank you, I'm a rebel!" the blonde cheekily grinned, patting Samantha on the back.
"You're a bitch." Jackie blew a short raspberry at her, only earning a quick Ha! as a response.
"That too." Zenin was having a bit too much fun in getting a rise out of Jackie, it wasn't easy to annoy Jackie unless it involved the girl's foster sister. And teasing Christina was just too easy, she left herself open to the jokes.
"Alright, alright, let's quit it." Samantha said as she finally recovered from coughing. It was getting late and the two assassins that were still on board were probably trying to sleep. "Let's figure out where we're going to sleep."
"There's four main parts of the train." Jackie explained to Samantha, Evie had already given them a tour of it earlier in the day. "The first carriage is where mainly Evie sleeps, Jacob rarely goes in there. The second is where their web of conspiracy is and where Anges usually works. Also, that's usually where Jacob ends up passing out 'because there's a couch in there."
Zenin stood up from the little booth they were sitting at and continued for Jackie. "This is where some of the Rooks hangout, mainly the leaders of the different sections. After this, is where Jacob and Evie build any equipment that they can't buy, there's also some black market dealer back there."
Samantha looked at her friend in confusion, "So….where are we sleeping?"
Jackie also stood up and pointed past the little workshop, "They added a new carriage behind that one. It's split like it's two different rooms and there's two pairs of small beds."
Samantha glanced at Zenin and asked, "So, we're sharing again?"
"I'm rooming with you, Sammy." Zenin hugged Samantha's arm, glaring at Jackie and Christina. "They got each other."
"Uh huh." Samantha shrugged off the blonde and got up from her seat, "I think we should go to bed, I have an unwanted date tomorrow."
"Already?!"
"Not with Jacob." Samantha added, rolling her eyes. "I'll have Zenin tell you guys tomorrow okay?"
"Whoo! I get the info first!" Zenin started to dance with happiness, "I'm special, bitches!"
"Shut up, Zenizilla."
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