Lydia made her way out onto the streets to head over the Tower Bridge. She used her rope launcher to get her to the top with ease and headed inside. Churchill stood waiting for her by the desk.
"I hope you like my new office, Miss Frye." He greeted. "As you can see, my informants have found some promising leads. Evidence of spy activity has surfaced around the field hospital, St. Katherine's Dock's and the Tower of London. I needn't remind you how crucial it is that we put a stop to these infiltrators."
"I'll be on my way, sir."
Churchill took a drag of his cigar and nodded.
"I'll leave everything in your capable hands."
Lydia climbed out of the window and headed down. First things first, she needed to tell her aunt and grandfather about things. She ran back across the bridge and then dropped down. A few guards turned to look at her as she passed by. She stopped upon hearing someone talking beneath her.
"Templars, it seems." She thought to herself, as she ran around to get under the bridge.
Just as expected the Templars were spread out, laughing and talking amongst themselves.
"Don't worry, there's no way this will fail."
"What are you planning now?" Lydia thought, quickly falling back as one of them walked dangerously close to her.
He turned his back to her, giving the Assassin a perfect opportunity to strike. She took him from behind, a hand covering his mouth, while her blade struck him in the back. He let out a muffled cry and fell limp against her. She dragged him from view, to then move in closer.
The next one was leaning over the desk, deep in his studies. She moved quick and agile, striking him quickly. He fell to the floor, just as another caught sight of her, "Assas..." He yelled out, before a throwing knife struck his head.
He dropped to the floor, but not before raising the alarm.
"She's here!" Another called.
Lydia reached for her kukri, just as one of the Templars struck. She held up her gauntlet, as it took most of the blow. Her free arm delivering the fatal blow, with her kukri now embedded in his chest. She pulled it free, to then swing around and slice through the next Templars gut. He clutched at the gaping wound, but collapsed shortly after. The last swung his knife at her, narrowly missing her by an inch. She sliced his hand clean off, before stabbing him in the throat with her hidden blade.
She straightened up, while taking a good look at the carnage around her. "I'd best be on my way, before the guards end up finding me." She warned herself.
She carried on her way, until she was back at her hideout. It didn't surprise her in the least to walk in on one of their arguments.
"I was shot, all because of you!"
"Oh, that's right, play the wounded card."
"I wouldn't have to if you'd just behave for once."
"You are always quick to point the blame on me."
"It was your fault."
They both stopped to look as Lydia walked in, while voicing her thoughts on the matter.
"Oh, so you're taking her side," Jacob complained, throwing up his hands.
"I'm not taking anyone's side, just pointing out a fact that's all."
Jacob slummed down in the armchair and crossed his arms.
"I'm heading back out for a little while. Mr. Churchill has given me the whereabouts of all the spy locations."
"And that won't involve us by any chance," he asked, knowing the answer.
"No, you're staying here, to look after Evie."
She then collected her things together, before stopping to check on the wound. Evie stood herself up, pulling up her blouse to show the now stained gauze.
"Grandfather, would you clean and re-cover this?" She asked.
Jacob pulled himself up from the seat and walked over, "I suppose it will give me something to do."
"Fresh bandages are in the cupboard," she informed him, before straightening up and heading back out again.
Jacob trudged off to the kitchen, opening one cupboard after another, before finally laying his hands on the new bandages. He gave his hands a quick rinse, giving his sister an infection was the last thing on his mind. Evie sat waiting for him to prepare. He carried everything in his arms, cursing when the bottle of alcohol slipped from his grasp and shattered on the floor.
"Fuck everything," he spat, as he dropped everything else on the floor.
"Jacob, what have I told you about taking on to many things." Evie lectured.
"You tell me a lot of things, Evie. It doesn't mean I have to listen to every one of them."
She sighed and started on easing of the gauze, she gasped as it stuck to her.
"Here," Jacob warned her, as he poured a little alcohol straight onto the wound.
"JACOB!" She cried out, at the sudden contact.
He ignored her and peeled off the gauze himself, now replacing it with fresh.
"You should get some rest,."
"I don't need to!" She snapped, making her twin shake his head.
"Bed. Rest. Now!"
"I said no!"
"You're going to do as I say, or else I'll tell Lydia that you wouldn't cooperate."
She thought about getting a little rest, if it got Jacob to leave her alone for a little while. She pulled herself up from the chair and headed over to the bed. Jacob smiled at a job well done and followed on after her, making sure she was alright. He checked her head, for any signs of fever.
"Jacob!" She wined, moving her head away.
"Look, Evie, you may not care about your wellbeing but I do."
"Wow, Jacob. I never knew you had it in you," she smirked.
"Just shut your eyes."
She could tell he was a little embarrassed about it and couldn't help to rub it in a little.
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Lydia was now over by the field hospital, she found Churchill waiting for her at the side of one of the warehouses.
"Mr. Churchill."
"Ah, Miss Frye. We believe one of the spies is posing as a nurse in the nearby facilities. She has been taking blood samples into odd looking cubes and delivering them to an unknown accomplice. Perhaps you will be able to spot him during one of these illicit rendezvous. Good luck."
She headed over to the make shift hospital, vaulting the small wall with ease. She then headed over to the first tent. There was a nurse walking back and forth. Lydia watched her for a little while, as she then poured some blood into a cube. She snuck over to the other side, watching again as a man in a guard's uniform, walked over to the nurse.
"Do you have it?" He asked, as the woman passed over the goods.
"Good," he smiled, as he look the lot from her hands, leaving her to get back to her duty's.
Lydia looked around for any nearby guards that might see her, luckily they were all to preoccupied with other things to pay attention to the Assassin. She then walked over to the woman and slit her throat.
"Now to get you to the morgue," Lydia said more to herself, as she picked the dead woman up, to throw her over her shoulder.
She looked over at the next tent, noticing a guard standing idle. She put the woman down, while she dealt with the guard. Quickly covering his mouth with one hand, she snaked her free arm around his throat to knock him out. After he was taken care of, she headed back, picked up the spy and dumped her on a vacant stretcher.
"Now for the accomplice."
She used her eagle vision to scope out the man she was looking for, eventually finding him talking with the guards.
"Nothing's ever that easy," she moaned, as she now waited for him.
He eventually split up from them, now heading into the cover of the tent, giving Lydia the perfect opportunity to strike once again. She come up behind him, letting her hidden blade take care of him. He then dropped to the floor. Nothing was seen, nothing was heard. She quickly ran from the scene and headed back home.
She climbed in through the window, half expecting some sort of commotion, but this time was surprised to find the two sleeping soundly. Evie was sleeping peacefully on her bed, with Jacob looking quite uncomfortable on the chair. She let them rest, while she made herself a quick supper.
Jacob stirred at the smell of food and walked in on her. He gave his eyes a rub, trying to wake himself up fully.
"Something smells good."
Lydia turned, "I didn't want to disturb you."
"Don't mind me. It's Evie that needs the rest."
"Do you want me to make you something?"
His smiled broadened, "I've not had a good meal in ages."
Lydia laughed and set about getting something cooking.
"Aunt Evie told me never to touch your cooking."
"She would say that."
"Well you did burn it most of the time."
He shrugged, "I blamed it on the food."
"Of course you would," she smiled, as she set the plates down.
This little moment gave the two chance to get to know each other a little better. They talked all through the night. Jacob would often say something amusing to get them both laughing, as explosions were heard in the distance.
"I don't know how you survive this?" He pondered.
"I do what needs to be done and forget whatever goes on around me. You and Evie taught me that, for when things got worse."
"So what's my wife like?" He asked.
"She's sweet and kind and always keeps you in your place."
He huffed, "I married an Evie.'
"Not entirely."
He grinned wildly, "What about your parents, my son?"
"Mother and father were hardly ever around and I was more interested in my studies."
"Runs in the family," he sighed. "However, it's not all bad, as long as I get to spend time with you."
"My thoughts exactly."
The two then decided to call it a night and bed down until morning. Jacob was finally coming round to accepting his granddaughter.
