Yeeh! Seven! Let's get this show on the road!
Connor has been more determined ever since Lexington. He trained for hours at a time, insisting I train with him. I complied, but for how long? It has been two months of nonstop fighting, and I am tired. One day, we receive a letter inviting us to General Washington's inauguration. Connor doesn't wish to go, but Achilles reasons with him. Soon, we make our way to Philadelphia and approach the building. I straighten out my dress and walk in.
"Have you ever met Washington?" I ask, looking around. Connor pulls down his hood and glances at me.
"No, I am afraid not." Sam Adams walks out and welcomes us brightly.
"Ah, Connor! Hope! I'm glad you could make it! Come in!" He gestures for us to follow and we sit at the farthest table next to him and listen to Washington's speech. I smile and we listen intently for a long time. I look over at Connor, who is idly fiddling with a piece of paper. Wow. He's bored by this. I chuckle softly and twiddle my fingers.
" Truly, there is no man best suited for the task." Sam whispers to us.
"Really? I can think of several.." A voice says indignantly. I see Connor tense up and his face contort to hatred out of the corner of my eye.
"Charles Lee." He growls and goes to face the man. I turn and stand, sensing a fight.
"Do I know you?'' Lee asks. Connor scowls at him and moves to hurt the man.
"I would not expect you to remember." He spat and would've lunged on the man if not for Sam and I holding him back.
"Come Connor- there's someone I want you to meet." Sam said as we pull him away from Lee. I glare at the Templar and am sorely temped to smack Connor on the head. What the hell was he thinking?!
"Sorry to pull you away like that, but the last thing we need right now was the two of you coming to blows." Sam apologizes and pulls Connor towards George Washington, Commander in Chief and future President of the United States of America.
"Connor, Hope, allow me to introduce you both to our newly appointed Commander-in-Chief, George Washington." He announces and shakes hands with Washington.
"Ah." Washington says. "So you two were the ones who saved Sam and John at Lexington." He smiles.
"It was the Patriots who did that. We merely lent support." Connor replied, bowing his head slightly. To this, Washington chuckled.
"As humble as he is brave. We could use more men like you." He shook Connor's hand and then mine. I smiled at them and Washington excused himself, saying he should attend to Charles and said it was good to meet us. Connor eyed Lee and turned to us.
"Tell me you have news of Pitcairn."
"I'm told he's taken shelter in Boston, where he's guarded by a thousand Redcoats. The only way you're going to get at him, is if we draw him out. Lucky for you, we're launching an offensive against the city in order to do just that." He pulls out a letter and gives it to him.
'' Israel Putnam has been given command of our forces. Present this to him and he'll provide whatever aid you require. You'll find him on an encampment on Bunker Hill." Connor looks at the letter and passes it to me.
"You have my thanks." He says, bowing his head and getting prepared to leave.
"No need. It's the least I can do. Pitcairn's a dangerous man. The sooner we're rid of him, the better."
"I would say the same of Charles Lee." He spat, glaring at the mentioned man.
"Now that's an altogether dangerous beast. Let us leave it for another you both head to Boston."
We left and I had to tug Connor past Lee in order to get through the door. We quickly made our way to Boston and was stopped by a Continental soldier. We told him we were to see Putnam on Adams' orders. I passed him the note and he bad us to follow him. We follow him to Breed's hill and he explains why we aren't on Bunker Hill. When we arrive, there are cannonballs swirling around us. A man get hit by one and his leg is blasted off. We duck and Putnam just shouts at them men, "I rest my case." We stand and approach Putnam, who is walking away, announcing his retreat to Bunker Hill.
"General Putnam?" Connor asked.
"What?" He shouted, a cigar sticking out of his mouth.
'We're looking for John Pitcairn. We were told you'd help us find him." I replied, looking around uneasily.
"He's tucked away inside the city with no reason to leave. So long as that ship continues its assault, we'll never flush him out." Connor had a look on his face. He had an idea, and it wasn't one I'd like.
"But if the ship was silenced.." He started, letting Putnam finish his thought.
"Then poor John might be forced to get off his ass and come forward!"
Connor picked up a flag someone dropped and held it up. "I shall fly this flag to signal our success."
"And I shall speak fondly of you at your funeral." Putnam says and walks off. Connor scoffs and taps my arm, signalling our leave. I follow him and we swim to the ship. We find a ledge and climb our way up. Once on board, we draw our weapons. I attack the nearest guard, burying my blade into their throats. Connor heads straight for the explosives and rigs them. He then runs to me and grabs my arm, pulling me off the ship. We leap into the water and swim towards the next ship. I look back and see a huge blast and the ship in flames. We soon approach the ship and kill all on board. I look around to make sure there are no more and I see the flag flying overhead. I smile at him and we jump of the ship.
We make our way back to Putnam and stand around, listening to his speech.
"The enemy advances, and you tremble. They've better numbers, you say. Better weapons. Better training. But I do not fear, and neither should you. For what they have in material, they lack in conviction and care. But not us. We have discipline. We have order. But most importantly, we have passion. We believe! So maintain vigilance. Conserve your ammo. Ensure a proper line of sight. And above all else, men: do not fire until you see the whites of their eyes!" The men ran off with a spring in their step, newly motivate.
"Well, I'll be damned. You did it."
"That was quite a speech." Putnam chuckled and smoked his cigar.
"Lies, all of it, I'm afraid. Still, such words have carried us thus far..."
"And what of Pitcairn?"
"He's left Boston as I said he would, and set up camp on Moulton Hill." He handed Connor the telescope and he inspected it. "There's no good way to get at him- not with that maelstrom brewing down below. I suppose you could circle around a bit, or wait for us to thin their ranks." Connor then handed it to me so I can see.
"There is no time. We will have to chance a direct approach." I examined the battlefield and understood. If we could get through that field, we could find some way to get to Pitcairn, eliminating him once and for all. I nodded and handed the telescope back to Putnam.
"That's twice today you've proposed the impossible!" Putnam exclaimed.
"I see no other choice."
"That's 'cause you're as mad as a March hare, son." Connor turned to the man and glared at him.
"I expect an apology on our return." He said and walked away. I followed and scanned the area.
"Where do we start?"
"Here." He said and ran into the field, dodging cannonballs. I roll my eyes and run after him. We duck behind cover and wait for our next opportunity. We do this until we are at the tree line. From there, we stay low, sneaking in undisturbed. We kill two guards that are close to a captain. I start to kill the men surrounding Pitcairn and Connor runs up a rock, jumping onto his horse and taking him out. He interrogates the man as I fend off the Redcoats. Ending it in a prayer for the man, he assists me and we soon end all of them. I head to Pitcairn and check him for anything that might help us. I raise his coat and see a letter hanging out of his inner pocket. I take it and read it, gasping when I come across a sentence.
"We have a problem.." I say and show him the letter. He raises his eyebrows and looks to me.
"We have to show Putnam." I nod and we head back, bullets flying around us. Once we manage to get back to Putnam, we see he's yelling at a man.
"How dare you sneak up on me like that! Why don't you just go off there and help this camp retreat! Don't ever do that again, you hear me! God damn it.." We approach the man runs past us.
"General Putnam." Connor says, getting his attention.
"You live."
"The same can not be said for Pitcairn."
"Well done, I suppose. But it matters little now. I'm ordering a full retreat. We've lost too many in exchange for too little. If the Tories want this hill so bad, let 'em have it. Boston is the true prize." He sighs, walking along the hill. Connor walks next to him, shoulder to shoulder and hands him the note. "We have a bigger problem..."
"What do you mean?"
"Just read." I say, facing both men.
Putnam takes it and reads it. "This can't be right.. It says they plan to murder Washington!"
DUN DUN DUN! Yeah, I ended that like the end of that sequence. So, I have a question. What do you guys want Hope and Connor to be? Friends, or lil more? Please comment on what you guys think and see you all next chapter. Byeo!
