My finals are done, I just have to edit this 7 page paper to turn in and then I'm officially done! Then I can concentrate on writing and finishing Assassin's Creed games. I actually finished Revelations last night, my favorite Ezio game is completed and I was crying for both Ezio and Altair.

Thank you for everyone for leaving reviews last time! I'm happy so many people are so eager to read the next chapter. :D

Kanata Uchiha: lo siento dearie. I don't speak much Spanish, but I could read most of what you wrote without translator. You're asking about Evie's special Phantom ability if I recall, well, I hadn't thought about originally until you asked. I will try to incorporate that in some form.

Sadly for the one guest if Evie is gonna kick Connor's ass, not this chapter dearie. Maybe later. They will be doing some training in some of the chapters where that could. I can tell you that next chapter, Evie will be kicking some ass.

And for the other guest, yes, this will turn into ConnorxEvie story. :D

Chapter 3

Desmond was forcefully pulled from the Animus and his head started to ache. Honestly, the others should let him have more breaks, this was getting to be hard to deal with. He heard mutters amongst his father, Shaun, and Rebecca, while huddling around Rebecca's computer. He frowned, what were they going on about over there? What was so important that he had to be pulled from the Animus? With a groan, he stood up from what was dubbed "Rebecca's baby" and rubbed his head.

Once on his feet, he stretched his legs and arms. His body had been inactive for a while and he should probably go for a quick run around the temple. Man, how long had it been since he had a break anyways?

"It can't be. There's no bloody way." Desmond heard Shaun say incredulously.

"Hey, what's going on over there? Why'd you pull me out of the Animus all of a sudden?" Desmond inquired, walking over to the small group. His father was staring down at the screen with his hand holding his chin as he gaped down at it.

"There's an anomaly in the Animus…I mean…it has to be." Shaun responded first, looking to Desmond. Desmond had never seen the Brit looked so freaked out like this. What the hell was going on? Then Shaun shifted his gaze to Rebecca. "Ri-Right Rebecca?"

Rebecca gave Shaun the same mystified look that he had. She shrugged her shoulders. "I-I don't know! I have never seen anything like this before! It doesn't appear to be a glitch, but th-this is certainly impossible."

"Slow down. What's got the two of you so freaked out all of a sudden?" Was it that mysterious woman that Connor found? This assassin from Britain? When in Connor's memories, Desmond could feel his ancestor's emotions. Connor seemed to be feel...happy around her, but there was also some uneasiness.

"This woman…Evie Mir." William Miles answered for the younger star-struck assassins. His eyes were still on the screen even as he talked to Desmond. His father gestured for him to come look over at the screen. "She's not from that era. Those weapons…they are from a later time period."

Desmond wandered over and examined the weapons. True, Connor and Achilles suspected something was up with Evie as they examined the strange weapons she had. William then spoke up again, pointing at the kukri blade. "That blade especially. That type of blade wasn't introduced to the British Assassins until the British began colonizing India in the 1800s. This woman is from another time period."

Desmond frowned. "Alright…then what's she doing in the 1700s during the Revolutionary War? And who the hell is she?"

"Given the context she gave us, she was born in Crawley with a twin brother named Jacob. We can search through our database on past Assassins…" Shaun spoke up from his computer terminal. Desmond raised his eyebrow, when did the Brit get back to his computer? Shaun pounded his fingers on his keyboard as he cross-referenced for the information. "It shouldn't be too hard to find twin assassins from the 1800s, it's quite fascinating actually…"

He trailed off and Desmond looked to Rebecca, who went to back to her terminal as well. She started to tinker with the Animus. Desmond asked Rebecca, rubbing the back of his head. "What do you think Rebecca? Is the Animus just glitching out? Could she be having some sort of malfunction or something like that?"

"Nah, baby is working just fine. There's been no issues, even after this Evie Mir popped up." Rebecca still looked puzzled by this whole mess.

"Ah-hah! Here we go!" The three other assassins looked in Shaun's direction. He adjusted his glasses as he read. "I don't know about an Evie Mir, but I found an Evie Frye. British Assassin, born 1847 with a twin brother named Jacob. They took back London together from Crawford Starrick towards the end of 1868."

Shaun scanned the article once more and he frowned. "Strange…this is very strange if I say so myself. The rest of her profile…"

William Miles strolled over to the computer and looked over Shaun's shoulders. He narrowed his eyes. "It's…unfinished…"

Rebecca frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "Unfinished? Maybe we don't have enough information about her."

"Maybe but…" Shaun hesitated. Desmond sensed the uneasiness coming from the Brit. The Brit continued after clearing his throat. "The last entry was that she disappeared in 1869, right before her wedding to Jayadeep. Jayadeep Mir."

"That explains the last name she used. She's really smart to hide her name like that." Rebecca commented with a grin.

Desmond folded his arms and looked back at the screenshot picture of Evie from Connor's memories. Evie Frye somehow ended up in the past, but how? The rest of the team was silent in contemplation of this impossible situation. Then again, what the Assassins had experienced in the past seemed impossible too right? Ezio talking to Minerva, the Pieces of Eden, all of it. Desmond just rubbed his head with a scowl. When did his life and his ancestor's lives become more complicated?

The next few days were filled with introductions. The residents of the Homestead were very friendly people and Connor seemed very comfortable around all of them. Each resident was unique in their own ways.

Catherine and Godfrey were a Scottish family, Godfrey worked as a lumberjack while Catherine took care of the children. Their family was close to another, Diana and Terry. When Connor introduced Evie to the couple, Godfrey seemed off put by her at first. His expression was scrunched up as he looked over her. Evie knew there had been a lot of bad blood between the Scots and Brits for a long time now. Catherine was the one who stopped that and elbowed her husband in the side.

"Give the lass a chance Godfrey! She means no harm." Catherine scolded the dark haired man and then looked to Evie with a smile. "Any friend of Connor's is a friend of ours. Welcome to the Homestead Miss Evie."

Myriam, Evie swore, Jacob would immediately befriend her and try to bring her into the Rooks. Myriam was a wild and fiercely independent huntress. She was definitely a woman who went against her Society's norms, something that Evie herself did. At the ball where she and her brother took down Starrick, had been the first time she had worn a gown in quite some time. Victorian dresses were quite uncomfortable for Evie and preferred her Assassin clothes or her fight club clothes.

Norris was miner for the homestead and was currently courting Myriam. He seemed to be a humble man with an accent that sometimes she couldn't fully understand. Norris reminded Evie of Jayadeep a little.

"If you ever need some quality fur, let me know. I know where to get the best fur to wear during the cold." Myriam gave her a grin and winked.

"That would be appreciated actually. Connor and I are going to travel soon, I don't think he has any clothes my size." Evie admitted, her face reddening a little.

"I'll make you some furs to wear then! It'll take me a few days, but I'll get it done."

Maria's eyes lit up when Evie and Connor had been let into her mother's house. It seemed the little girl had been genuinely concerned about her health. Evie couldn't help but smile when the girl ran over and embraced her middle. With Connor's hood down, she could see the hint of amusement on his face as he watched the little girl start to chatter at her.

"Are you feeling better Miss Evie? I came by every day to visit you, but Connor always said you were asleep." Maria asked her, curiosity on her face.

"I am. Doctor White is very good at his job."

"My, I haven't seen Maria taken with anyone since Connor brought us here." Maria's mother, Ellen spoke up as her daughter held onto Evie. There was a smile on her face.

Ellen was a seamstress and a single mother. Evie was impressed by the work this woman did and that she managed to raise a child by herself. Evie observed an outfit, it was dress clothes for a man. The detail into the dress clothes was amazing and every stitch was perfect. Ellen had put in a lot of work into this outfit. She had spools of silk and other types of fabrics on shelves and dyes were near the fabric as well.

There were finished outfits on mannequins on the side, mostly women's clothing. One of the outfits was a light green dress, one similar to what Ellen wore. Another seemed to be clothes that suited Myriam more than anyone else.

"Do you promise to come play with me Miss Evie? The others want to meet you!" Maria asked her.

"Sure, I would love to." Evie smiled in response.

In the following days, Evie met the other assassins under Connor's tutelage. Stephane Chapheau, Duncan Little, Clipper Wilkinson, and Deborah Carter were the highest ranking assassins amongst his brotherhood. But they didn't have the traditional look of the assassins, they wore plain clothes and hid their hidden blades underneath their long sleeve tunics. Even the newest recruits looked like any Colonial citizen out there. Connor appeared to be the only assassin to be wearing the robes.

Evie recalled reading about the downfall of the Colony Brotherhood at the hands of Shay Cormac. A man that strayed from the creed because of the earthquake in Lisbon caused by a Piece of Eden falling apart. Truly, when she read about it, she wasn't sure if she should pity Shay Cormac or not. If the other assassins had calmed himself down long enough, perhaps the assassins could've prevented Shay from changing allegiances. Then Achilles wouldn't be paralyzed and Connor wouldn't be standing alone against these Templars.

Shay Cormac was still out there somewhere, still searching for some Pieces of Eden all around the world. And he wasn't on the Templar kill wall that Achilles created. She wondered when Shay Cormac would appear again to the Colonial Brotherhood.

Connor's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Boston is up ahead. Are you ready?"

Evie gently pulled on the reigns of the horse she rode on as she looked over to him. Today, Connor wanted to see her in action and she was glad to do so. Evie nodded. "Yes…what did you have in mind for me to do?"

"The Siege of Boston occurred earlier this year and supposedly most of the British troops fled on ship. However, General Washington is doubtful and I tend to agree with him. One of our recruits has reported that there are spies still roaming the streets. I will point out a spy for you and you will need to find out any information he has and dispose of him, quietly." Connor explained the mission.

That was definitely an easy mission for Evie, a mission fit for a novice. Evie wouldn't argue with him though, he likely didn't trust her yet. This was her test and Evie was confident that she would pass. She nodded in response as their horses trudged through the snow. They roamed into the town and it was bustling with people in the streets.

These people were clinging to their furs as they walked along the streets. They were going into stores to buy their dinner for the night or heading to their homes. Evie and Connor guided their horses to the closest stable and hopped down from their saddles.

Connor left his horse at the stable and then motioned for her to follow him. He jumped onto a building, grabbing hold of a window and he pulled himself up towards the roof. Evie watched him and resisted the urge to shoot out her zip line towards the roof. These buildings were nothing compared to the ones that Evie would scale in London and the zip line was very useful back home. It was almost pointless to try it here.

Evie followed after him, leaping forward and grasping onto the building's window. She pulled herself up with ease and climbed up the side of the building. The cold air nipped at her bare face as she climbed and pulled herself up onto the roof, where Connor was waiting. Once he noticed her on the roof, he dashed forward and leapt over to the next roof, she followed him onto the next roof. Connor then walked to the edge of the roof and kneeled down, looking down onto the street. Evie raised her eyebrow and kneeled down beside him.

Connor appeared to be watching a man wondering down the street. He was wearing a long dark blue coat with a dark brown vest that hid a white dress shirt and dark blue trousers. He looked like a fairly well off man, Evie could even spot a sheathed sword tied to his side. Evie glanced to Connor then activated her second sight, the Eagle vision and looked to the man. He was glowing gold, it seemed that this was the target that Connor had chosen for her.

"There, follow that man." Connor pointed to the man that Evie had already spotted.

"Alright," Evie replied, looking to Connor with her Eagle vision meeting his own. She gave him a grin and she reached up to pull the hood over her head as Connor gaped back at her with shocked, glowing gold eyes. "I'll be back."

Evie began to formulate a plan in her head of how she could go about this. She stood up and leapt forward, grasping hold of the next roof from where Connor was and pulled herself up. She watched the man as he continued down the street and silently followed him from the top of the roof tops. This man isn't a native to Boston, he has to be staying in a nearby inn. I'll follow him there. Evie thought as she paused to see him starting to scan the area around him for anyone tailing him.

She stopped and hid behind a chimney as he looked around. She stared down at him from the roof as he checked out the area and then he continued down the street on his stroll. Evie could faintly hear his feet crunching into the snow as he walked away and she continued by rooftop. The lights in the homes began to shut off down the streets and Evie looked towards the man. I could attack him now, find out where the inn is, kill him, and find his correspondents there. Or I continue to follow him to the inn, eavesdrop on where his room is, sneak into his room before he gets there, and assassinate him once he's inside. Her brain raced as she thought of several approaches to this situation.

The spy walked down the street and in the distance, Evie spotted an Inn and the lights burned brightly. She could hear the music inside playing and she saw the spy heading directly to the door. Evie then turned in the direction of the alleyway and jumped down. She rolled onto the ground as she landed and was on her feet in seconds. She ran to the end of the alleyway and peeked around the corner to see the man entering the inn.

With the door swinging shut, Evie rushed down the street. Looks like the second plan was going to be the main plan after all. Evie then stopped in front of the door and pulled off her hood. She opened the door and entered the boisterous establishment.

Men were singing along with the music being played and toasting each other with their tins of ale. A man was playing a Fortepiano, he was leading the choir in the room. Evie walked in and activated her Eagle Sight and surveyed the room. Her golden target had found a seat towards the back and appeared to be waiting for something; probably for the establishment's best alcohol. Evie made her way to a nearby empty table and sat down, glancing at her target from the corner of her eye.

She watched a barmaid walk over and set down a tin of what Evie assumed was ale. He shooed off the barmaid and took a long swig of the drink. His expression twisted into a look of disgust, but he continued to sip the drink. Evie bit her lip and then spotted a barmaid nearby, gesturing for her to come.

"I'll have whatever he's having." Evie gestured to her target nearby and the barmaid nodded, going off to get her a tin.

"God save America!

Free from despotic sway

'Till time shall end

Hushed be the din of arms,

And to fierce war's alarms;

Show in all its charms Heaven born peace!"

The tavern burst into another song, it was an interesting tune. Evie smiled and tapped her finger against the table, moving perfectly along with the tune. Her target didn't seem to enjoy the tune, he just chugged the ale down and gestured for the barmaid to get him more ale. The man just wanted to drink his troubles away she supposed. Evie gave a smile to the barmaid as she set the tin on the table. Evie scooped up the tin and took a drink.

She had to hold in a wince, her skin began to crawl as the bitter, revolting liquid rolled down her throat. How did anyone stand to drink this revolting drink? She knew Jacob loved beer and London had many bars that served better drinks than this. Evie preferred wine, but this establishment likely didn't have anything that accommodating, but, she had to blend in somehow. Evie took another swig of her drink, resisting the urge to spat it back out.

"God save great Washington,

Fair freedom's warlike son

Long to command.

May every enemy,

Far from his presence flee,

And many grim tyrant

Fall by his hand."

Her target took a couple more drinks as the music grew louder. There was a loud cheer from the other patrons and Evie continued to tap her finger along to the music. The man shuddered and then got up, heading for the stairs, heading to his room. He couldn't stand the music anymore, it was a betrayal of the British Empire. To him, these people belonged to the British. He hadn't even left a coin for the barmaid. Activating her Eagle sense, she observed and waited for him to go to the top of the stairs. She then took another drink of her tin then stood up from her seat and tossed some coins onto the table for the barmaid. Evie started for the stairs as well.

Once away from the light of the downstairs, Evie crouched down and pulled her hood over her head once more. She crept silently in the hallway, below, she could still hear the singing of the patrons, the patriots of Boston. The target, glowing gold in her vision, had entered his room and left the door open. Well, that's sloppy. Evie thought as she glided down the hallway in silence. Once she reached the door, she pressed herself to the wall and glanced inside. The man was sitting at a desk facing away from her, a candle light lit up the desk, a journal in particular, that he was writing furiously down in. He was mumbling under his breath and he seemed distracted.

Evie crept into the room, avoiding the candle light and moved behind the man. This was going to be easier than she anticipated. Evie flicked her wrist and the blade spring out, walking over to the golden glowing target. As she walked closer to him, she climbed up to her feet and injected the hidden blade right into his back, straight through his heart.

A gasp escaped from his lips as he was stabbed and then Evie pulled out the blade. He hunched over and his face smacked against the desk, narrowly avoiding the journal. His fingers were still twitching even as he laid there, dropping the writing utensil. Below, she could still hear the music playing, no one would be the wiser of what occurred upstairs.

With a satisfied smile on her lips, Evie snatched the journal from the desk and looked over the writing. Patrol times for patriots, names of the soldiers and their families, this was definitely what they were looking for. Evie tucked the journal underneath her Assassin's garb and headed for the window. She pulled open the window and pushed herself through to climb onto the sill of the window. Activating her Eagle vision, she saw that Connor was on a nearby roof watching her.

She hopped off the sill and then ran across the roof to the edge. Evie jumped to the roof Connor was on and she walked up to him, pulling out the journal and showing it to him.

"Done." Evie announced, handing the journal to him. Connor accepted the journal in silence and opened it, turning through the pages. He glanced through the pages before looking up to her again.

"Impressive. I have to ask, why didn't you kill him in the streets?" Connor questioned, he put the journal in his own garb.

"That was one of my plans, but I decided to go a different route. The deadliest predator is the one you cannot see." Evie smiled at him from underneath her hood.

Connor nodded. "You are very confident in your skills and I can see why. You even have the Second Sight."

He paused and folded his arms. "When were you going to inform me?"

"I knew sooner or later it would come out, but it also didn't seem relevant at the time." Evie responded and then a shot was rang out, causing both Assassins to tense up. She looked to Connor. "Is it the British? I thought the majority of the army left?"

"Not likely." Connor answered and then started sprinting along the rooftop, heading for the shot. Evie followed after him, curious about what was going on.

They entered the scene to see a man chasing after another with a gun in his hands. Evie scowled at this, sometimes she would come across scenes like this in London, but it was usually between the Rooks, Blighters, or the police. Evie would see scenes like this unfold and she could never turn a blind eye to it. Evie Frye was the co-leader to the Rooks after all and the Rooks looked up to her, even if the entire concept of the gang was utterly ridiculous and was her brother's doing.

Connor looked ready to jump down and assassinate him himself when Evie held out her hand to stop him. He tilted his head slightly as he looked to the female Assassin. Evie pointed her gauntlet towards the man with the gun and shot out the green poison filled dart at the man. He was struck and suddenly he staggered backward, dropping the gun. He began to cry out and run around like an insane man. Evie could see that the other man involved was backing away and sprinted off in the other direction.

Evie looked to her supply of darts and frowned before looking to Connor. "Looks like I'm low on my Hallucinogenic targets. Do you have any with you or know a shop that sells them?"

"No, but I do know an Assassin that has darts like those." Connor was staring down at the man who was struck by the dart. He was starting to slow down and he was staggering, muttering something unintelligible before crumpling to the ground. Connor continued and looked over to her. "I can send her a letter. She will be happy to send some up north. She's not only an Assassin, but a business woman as well."

"My, sounds like a busy woman." Evie smiled at him cringed a little. She rubbed her injured shoulder. "Well, busier than us I should say."

Connor nodded and then he looked to her shoulder. "How is your shoulder? Is it still hurting?"

"A little, but it is feeling quite better than before." Evie admitted, rubbing her shoulder.

Connor nodded then turned his head to stare off into the distance. Evie released her shoulder and then looked in the direction that he was staring off to. He was staring off into Boston's harbor. Evie often wandered what Connor was thinking about. He was really hard for her to read, not just because he hid his face behind his hood, but in general, Connor Kenway was very hard to get a read on. What was he thinking about? Connor reached up and was rubbing his chin before looking over to Evie.

"Evie, have you ever heard of the privateer Captain Kidd?"

Evie's face lit up and she added happily. "Yes, of course! He attacked and took an Armenian ship that carried riches that many kings would envy. Captain Kidd was also captured and arrested here in Boston too. We are standing in a city with so much history, did you know that? I have always wondered what happened to his treasure."

She saw a hint of a smile cross Connor's lips as she went on her rant. Her cheeks reddened a little. "I'm sorry…I am a very curious person."

"No need for an apology Evie. It's… charming." Connor responded, she could hear a hint of timidity. He continued. "How would you like to join me to find Kidd's treasure?"

Evie's face lit up even more, enticed by this idea. "Yes! Do we have proper transportation?"

"I had not told I was a captain of a ship? Well, I will have to introduce you to the Aquila."

I originally wasn't going to add the modern day stuff with Desmond and crew, but the story kind of developed that way. Don't worry, they won't really show up too much, probably about two or three other chapters, but they are important to the overall story.

Also the song sang by the people in the inn is a real song "God Save the King". It actually later becomes the song "America, My Country Tis of Thee".

Next two chapters will be the voyage/discovery of Captain Kidd's treasure, both serving as bonding time for our Assassins. The next chapter should be out between June 20th-22nd or possibly earlier.