Connor didn't look back as he drove the horse onward, ignoring the words Achilles sprouted angrily after him, but he couldn't ignore the look he had seen on Aveline's face as she stood in the doorway. There had been something in her eyes that made him regret ever having started that foolish fight, made him regret his words, but it was too late to turn back now. Washington had a right to know that someone, the Templars, were aiding the fight against him, planning on killing the Commander.

"Ha!" Connor spurred the horse on, crouching down low on her back as they raced off, heading toward Valley Forge in Pennsylvania, the last place he had heard news of Washington's presence.

About two hours later, Connor arrived at the Continental camp where Washington was based. He was greeted like a friend by some of the other men, while others just sneered at him. They didn't like that the Native was so familiar with their Commander.

Connor walked through the camp, looking for Washington and found the man looking off into the distance near the cannons.

"Commander?" Connor called out as he approached the man.

"Connor." Washington looked back, acknowledging him but returning his gaze out into the blurry distance.

Connor stood beside him. "Any word on Lee?" He waited patiently as Washington didn't immediately reply. Something seemed to be troubling the Commander.

"Not yet. My apologies, I've been distracted... Supply caravans meant for the camp have gone missing. I suspect treachery. A traitor named Benjamin Church, recently released from prison, has vanished as well. The two events are surely related."

Connor listened as Washington told him more about Church. He told the Commander that he'd go after the traitor, deciding to not tell Washington about the Templars at the moment. Maybe Achilles was right when he said that the Commander didn't need to think about the Templars and the colonist's fight raging on.

Washington told him about the South trail troubles, and Connor was off, heading in that direction on horseback. It took him no time to find the little shabby church, abandoned.

He dismounted from his horse, checking around him to make sure he was truly alone before heading into the building. There was hardly anything left in the little church, just a few discarded cartons and raggedy pieces of cloth.

Mildly throwing his hands up in frustration, Connor still, trying to figure out his next course of action. Suddenly, he heard the rustle of clothing above him and turned, looking up. Just as suddenly, a person was upon him, knocking him to the ground with a shout as his back connected with the hard wooden floor.

He didn't even look at the person before he knocked whoever it was off him, rolling onto his feet and triggering his hidden blade. The other stood up, wielding a hidden blade as well.

Connor's eyes narrowed upon the man's face. He had seen that face many times in his dreams. They had never formally met though. He just remembered Achilles pointing out to the man when they had been in Boston when he was a child. Now, he was face to face with the man who haunted his nightmares since he was little.

Haytham Kenway. His father. A Templar Grand Master.

Haytham frowned at Connor, seeing that the young Native was an Assassin, but that sneer turned into a smirk. "Evening Assassin. What brings you here?"

Connor said nothing as the two men circled one another, blades draw and guards on high alert.

"Something got your tongue? Perhaps you've come to surrender to me?" Again, Connor said nothing. Haytham's smirk dimmed to a dull frown. Honestly, there was something about the Assassin that was nagging at him. His face seemed far too familiar, but Haytham couldn't place where they could have met before. He encountered few Natives. The last time he could remember being so close to a Native was... when he last saw Ziio.

The very thought of Ziio saddened Haytham, but as he continued staring at the Assassin, who stared back at him, he could see Ziio in the young lad's face. But he couldn't have been...

Haytham lunged for Connor first, startling him and making him too slow to notice or to stop Haytham's sweep of his legs from under him. Down Connor went and Haytham was once again over him, blade poised over his throat.

"Who are you?" Haytham inquired, gripping onto Connor's collar. Connor frowned.

"So you didn't know I existed... Father." He hissed the words out at Haytham, anger at his father held since rising.

Haytham concealed his shock, but his blade moved a few inches away from Connor's neck. "My son...? What is your name?"

"Ratonhnhaké:ton."

"Oh, surely you have a proper name. You wouldn't have lasted this long without one."

Connor hesitated for a moment, not sure why, but being this close to his father was something he never imagined would happen. "Connor."

"Ah, Connor. Not a great name for a son of mine, but it'll do. Any last words?"

"Wait."

"A poor choice." Haytham stated with a shake of his head, but Connor kicked him off before his blade could connect, standing up. They circled one another again. Connor's anger bubbled over, and he couldn't stop himself from yelling at his father about Benjamin Church. He didn't even believe Haytham when the man told him that Church had betrayed the Templars as well.

They circled one another again, yelling and trying to reason with one another, more Haytham than Connor. Haytham grew agitated at Connor's unwillingness to see the reason and truth behind his words.

Sighing, Haytham calmed himself down. "Look. As much as I'd like to spar with you, Benjamin Church's mouth is as big as his ego. You clearly want the supplies he's stolen. I want him punished. Our interests are alike."

Connor looked away from his father, taking in what the old man was saying. What he said was correct, in a way. Even he knew that. Slowly, he looked at his father. "Well, what do you propose?"

"A truce. Perhaps... perhaps some time together would do us some good. You are my son after all, and you might be saved from your ignorance. I could kill you know if you prefer?" Haytham triggered his blade, but Connor said nothing. He took it as a yes.

Connor wasn't sure about this truce his father proposed, but he needed help with finding Church and figured that his father could help better than anyone else. And, more than he was willing to admit, he wanted this time with his father. He wasn't a child anymore, but for some reason, he wanted to be with his father. It was strange.

Haytham headed off to the door, but Connor called him out, asking him if he even knew where Church was. Stopping and sighing, Haytham admitted he didn't. Ignoring his father's sneer at him when he said he could possibly track him, Connor did so, going out of the church, looking for clues to where Church and his men were headed.

It didn't take him too long, noticing a man with a cart a few meters away. When they approached the man, he ran. Of course, Connor caught the man easily. After questioning the man about Church, Haytham simply killed the man. His father's blatant cruelty angered Connor as did his orders. Connor didn't trust the man, but he listened.

Again, it didn't take Connor long to find out where Church's men were, but when he arrived to their holdings, he say that Haytham had been captured. It took all his will to not voice his frustrations at his father's carelessness. The man was supposed to be a Templar Grand Master, and he gets caught so easily? Connor rolled his eyes, dropping down to confront the men, saving his father.

Connor finished off the last man, slowly returning to his father's side. Haytham was leaning against a wall, holding onto his side. One of the men had gotten him in the side with a bayonet.

"Don't say a word, Connor. Just get me to a town." Connor nodded, reluctantly going over and helping Haytham out. They hobbled along at a slow pace toward the nearest town.

It would take days until Haytham would recover, and Connor proposed they go back to the Homestead to further discuss their plans on what to do with Church. Haytham agreed, not too excited about it but deciding it was a good opportunity to see how Connor was raised and lived, both as an Assassin and his son.

Connor knew that Achilles wouldn't approve of Haytham, but he didn't care too much. He could handle the old man. He was most worried about how Aveline would react, but truthfully, he just wanted to hurry home to her.