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Ghost soared across the roof tops, avoiding chimneys' and sliding down roof shingles to put as much distance between her and the twins as possible. They had given up the chase a while ago probably too tired from their activities before they saw her on the train, but Wrenn had to be sure they were gone. Finally coming to a halt, she surveyed her surroundings for any sign she was still being followed but all she could see was the dimly lit, cobbled streets of London.

Her rapid breathing took a few moments to regulate and her heart thumped with so much force she felt it would leap from her chest. She had taken a stupid and under calculated risk by visiting the train and now she was paying for it. It was likely the Twins would try to track her down again, or set a trap for her... It was in their nature...she would do the same. Wrenn decided to head back to her father's apartments, she was exhausted and needed a safe place to rest before continuing with her mission. Tomorrow would be the day she put her plans into motion, Pearl Attaway and her right hand man; Randall Kerr.

The night that followed for Ghost was just as restless and unbearable as the nights before. Her dreams haunted by the faces of the Templars that tried to kill her, and the images of her parents bloodied bodies tainting her rest. The screams and cries of that evening echoed through her mind and kept her from sleeping. By the time the morning came Ghost was shaking from the onslaught, her eyes bloodshot and sore she felt as though she would pass out from the physical trauma her body was going through.

The early dawn brought a familiar comfort to Ghost as she watched the orange and pink sky wash over the dark contours of the city. She had received word that morning that her master was coming to meet with her, the urchin that delivered the message looked utterly terrified so she knew the message was legitimate. This put her meeting with Kerr back a day. Her master was the infamous Conrad McGowan, an Irishman was a terrible temper. During her training Ghost and Conrad had bumped heads many times her stubbornness and his temper were an awful combination but the council must have known the outcome would have been worth it as Ghost was one of the Elite assassins the English brotherhood had. Now she was older Ghost had a new-found respect for McGowan and he had learnt to trust her judgement, but every now and again they still had their arguments.

Ghost had sent word to Greenie and asked him to keep the twins away from the Curio shop for the morning while McGowan visited. As much as it was impractical to meet at the Curio shop, it was the safest place for McGowan. Because of his high status in the Brotherhood, the Templars had been after him for years. They would do unimaginable things to him if they ever caught him for he held knowledge far superior to the normal assassin. The purpose of an Elite assassin was to go unseen, even in the brotherhood no assassin knew of you but McGowan broke every rule of the Elite creed, everyone knew of him but the council had not killed him? The reason was unknown to everyone but the Counsel, Ghost was sure McGowan didn't know himself.

"Ah The Lady Ghost herself." McGowan chuckled as he lay his coat on the dresser by the door of the Curio shop.

Ghost turned to look at the older man gave a small smile and stood to greet her master and friend. "McGowan, I trust your journey was not to strenuous?" she asked, holding out a hand for her master to shake. McGowan was a tall man standing at six-foot, a good three inches taller than Ghost. He was fifth teen years older than ghost but his feature remained youthful despite his trying life. Ghost imagined him to be handsome in his younger years but his disgruntled expression made it hard to tell.

McGowan cast her hand aside and hugged Ghost tightly. "Enough formalities, I've not seen you in a year and the best you can mange is a handshake." he chided but the mirth in his voice was undeniable.

Ghost laughed, the sound completely foreign, it was then she realised it had been a while since she was around someone who could truly make her laugh. McGowan despite her temper and wicked training techniques was like a father figure to her and she felt truly comfortable around him. "I've not been around friends lately, I doubt a Templar would be willing to embrace." She joked.

McGowan's features returned stoic, "Talking of friends, I hear the Frye twins are in London." his brow creased in concern, "Please tell me this is not true."

Ghost stood completely still, unyielding to any emotion her master may try to extract from her body language or expression, "It's true." she said simply.

McGowan stepped back analysed Ghost, the way he did when she first met him. "I see that has been causing you some trouble." The dark-haired man grunted and he crossed his arms in thought. His friendly greeting was over and now he was working.

It was then Ghost realised the reason behind his meeting, he was making sure the creeds weapon was still functioning well. To see if she had revealed herself to the twins. If she was becoming weak, defective...useless. His friendly greeting was only an act to get her to drop her guard could she trust no one anymore?

Ghost crossed her arms, defending herself from his critical eyes. "Their presence has not hindered me in my mission." she retorted as she tried to persuade her master of her competence in her task. Green said the Counsel had sent them, were they are test for her?

McGowan said nothing her, he only stood still his arms still crossed and his eyebrow raised in thought.

"McGowan!" she growled.

"You looked exhausted." McGowan said finally. "I am in London for a few days, take a few days rest and I will see to the problem with the Frye twins."

Ghost shook her head in protest, "I don't need rest."

"Your physical form dictates otherwise, I order you to rest." McGowan commanded, his voice full of authority as his eyes narrowed, daring his protégé to argue with him. "I am worried about you, Wrenn." he reached out to touch her face.

Ghost smacked his hand away and stared at him in horror, "Do not call me that." Her expression stony and cold. She had not been called by that name in a long time, to hear it again felt as though the cold bite of that bullet had returned. She remembered the feeling of the metal lump in her abdomen, it bore into her flesh and left a gaping wound allowing blood to pour out of her body and over that blue dress her mother made her wear for that evening. That evening when she joked with Evie and kissed Jacob, that evening when she lost everything she held dear to her. Her mother, her father, her home.

McGowan watched her and nodded at her reaction as if this was what he was waiting for and gave the conclusion to her analysis. "Rest, I have a meeting with Henry Green this evening but I shall be in touch soon." he turned on his heel and left the Curio shop, leaving Ghost shaking with anger and alone in the empty shop.

If she could not prove to McGowan she was able to continue carrying out her mission she would replaced and she would no longer have a place in the Elite, her purpose would dissolve and so would any reason the counsel had to keep her alive. She clung to the thought of life as a child would to its mother's skirts. She had a second chance a life, to make the world a better place. The Shroud, the piece of Eden had saved her life so she could. A chance to try again a start a fresh, to save London from oppression and protect the innocent as assassins have done for thousands of years.

She would prove to McGowan and the Counsel she was still capable, if that meant disobeying them...so be it.