Thomas, having heard the Assassin Templar squeak like a mouse, burst out laughing. Charles shot a glare over her shoulder at him. He quickly closed his mouth.

"I will ask one more, Cormac," she sneered, leaning on her knee pushing the boot into his chest. "What the hell did you do to me?"

"How do you know if it was even me?" he choked.

He squeaked again when she pointed a gun at his face with one of her eyebrows arched.

"Alright, it was me. But, I can explain." He looked down at the boot threating to dig into his chest. "If you could let me up."

Charles growled and stepped back, holstering her weapon. She took a seat in one of the chairs as Shay slowly, keeping his eyes on her, got up and righted his own. He sat down and waved the others to take a seat, somewhere.

Pitcairn stood behind Charles' chair while William took the other. Gist and Thomas leaned against one of the walls near the desk.

The assassin wiped the blood from his nose and straightened his clothes.

"Where would you like me to start?" he asked.

"To the point," she sneered.

"Fine. I got the potion from a gypsy woman. She said that it would change you."

"Obviously, it worked," Pitcairn commented.

"I didn't know it would do this."

He waved his hand over her form.

Charles growled and glared at the Irishman.

"How do we reverse it?" she asked.

"I don't know," Shay admitted. "I thought she meant change your views about me and Master Haytham."

"What the hell are you on about?" Thomas asked, confused.

Gist groaned and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Shay thinks Charles is jealous and believes that the Grandmaster and he are…um…" The first mate cleared his throat. "Lovers."

Thomas laughed as Charles' face burned a bright red. Shay's cheeks had a splash of color.

"That's not true," Charles muttered under her breath.

She looked up at Shay with narrowed eyes.

"I don't trust you. You were an Assassin and now you are a Templar. For all we know, this could all be a trap. That you would betray us. That's why I keep you at a distance. I don't trust you."

The cabin was quiet.

"Where is the gypsy woman?" She asked.

"Outside of town."

"Then we will go see this gypsy and reverse this," Charles ordered, turning towards the door and walking out with the men following her.

Shay jogged up to the front and offered his arm to the quiet woman, who turned and glared at him. He threw his arms up and led the way to the gypsy camp. They walked into the clear only to find a few fire pits, long dead.

William kneeled at one and felt the blackened wood.

"Seems they left a while ago. Possible last night."

"They were here just the other night," Shay commented.

"Now what?" Thomas asked.

Charles looked over the fire pits before walking over to a log and falling to sit on it. The men watched as she rolled her hands in her lap while muttering to herself. Shay, with a beaten look on his face, walked over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked up with tears in her eyes and a scared look on her face.

"Charles, I am so sorry," the Templar Assassin said. "If I had known this would happen, I would not have agreed."

"We have to find them," she muttered.

"We will. I promise."

Pitcairn looked towards William and Thomas with a determined look on his face.

"Get in connect with your friends, William," Pitcairn said in a military voice. "See if they have seen any gypsy camp heading away from town."

William nodded as Pitcairn turned to Thomas and ordered, "Do the same with your underground connected. However, don't let something like this out."

"You don't need to do all that," a voice called out, making them turn.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Thomas sneered, pointing his rifle at the mysterious voice.