Chapter 9

The sudden jolt of the moving train broke him out of his sleep, his head jerking up as it began to move. He scowled at this and let out a soft huff as he reached up to rub his eyes. How long had he been out for? He stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pocket watch. It was half past 2 in the morning. Last he had checked, it was 6 in the evening, he was looking over reports and Bertha had just left him a cup of tea on his desk. When he looked over to his said desk, there was a cold cup of tea left undisturbed. He rested his elbow on his knee as he kneeled down to rub his face. Then again, how many sleepless night had he had since his twin had vanished?

A whole years' worth actually. A year and a half, truly it had been more than a year since Evie fell off the bridge after being attacked by Blighters. A year since a part of himself seemed to die.

Day and night, Jacob Frye worked on leads to find his sister. For the first few months, the leads poured in like crazy and Jacob sent himself and his Rooks after them. He often went days without a proper meal, until Bertha forced food on his desk. Thankfully, the old Scottish woman didn't try to force it down her throat, God that would've been insufferable.

Then, there was Greenie. Greenie also went with the Rooks to search the streets, even along the docks for any trace of Evie. But there was nothing, no sign of her. The leads were rumors and began to dry up after 6 months and this left Jacob and Greenie with nothing. Not even eyewitnesses from that day or even the Blighters that Jacob had to brutally beat the hell the out of knew nothing.

Two eyewitnesses said that she had fallen off the bridge but when they went to peer over the bridge and saw no splash. There had been no ships passing under either… so, what had happened to his sister?

After a year, most if not all the Rooks gave up on the search and tried to convince Jacob to give up as well. No, Jacob wouldn't just give up like that. Not when he knew…not when he could feel that Evie was still alive, somewhere. He just knew it. Though a feeling wasn't enough for Greenie.

"We cannot base our search on a "feeling" Jacob."

Jacob would base this search on his feeling no matter what. This was his sister they were talking about here.

Jacob let out a sigh as he leaned back into the chair and glanced to the window, watching as the city flew by. It felt cold in London without his twin, everything felt empty. No snide remarks on how Jacob was acting like a child and no freckled smiles when he actually did something to amuse his twin. She was the one who disliked the idea of forming a gang, but she helped anyways. Evie was the co-leader who kept everyone in line and helped free children when the Blighters had forced them to work. Evie loved children, hell, Jacob loved them, the little rascals. Even the Rooks missed her, he could see that and the Rooks even managed to stay behaved in her honor. They left police officers alone as they roamed the streets and kept order unless Blighters or another game picked a fight.

Besides himself, Greenie missed Evie greatly. When the nights were calm, Greenie would flip open the book filled with pressed flowers that both Evie and Jacob collected around the city. His eyes would always fall on the pressed red tulip, the one he had used to propose to Evie, and stop, admiring the tulip. His fingers would brush against it and he would sigh softly. Jacob would watch this and feel utterly helpless. The only thing he could do for his future brother-in-law was find Evie.

"But we have no clues…nothing." Jacob mumbled as he looked to the new leads. He grumbled and tossed the papers to the ground, watching them fall to the floor.

He should try to fall asleep again, but he doesn't feel like it. Jacob sighs softly and glanced over to the coat rack where his long coat and top hat hung. "Well, a little early morning run might do the trick."

It was already 3 in the morning now and the streets would be pretty empty right now. The only people prowling about this early were probably him and probably some police officers. He pulled his coat over his shoulders and put the top hat over his head. Jacob went to the end of the train cart and jumped off, landing on both his legs. He let out a breath and saw his breath as he looked around to make sure there were no trains coming across the other set of tracks before leaping off onto another building. He grabbed hold of a window and swung himself up, grabbing at another window as he headed upwards.

There was a gentle breeze when he climbed up onto the building and stood up. He looked across the dark skyline of London and could see lamps in the distance, lighting up the streets of the city. It was a beautiful sight.

"Sweet Sister…you're missing this sight. The city is growing every day. Who knows what it'll be like a year from now? I'm just sorry that you have to miss this." Jacob mumbled as he started to break into another run. He continued to jump from building to building, occasionally using his rope launcher to bridge the distance between certain buildings.

He continued to do this until the sun rose over the buildings and the streets began to fill with the people again. Jacob found a building with a pile of leaves on the ground and performed a leap of faith into the pile. He felt a rush of air before he landed safely into the pile and he emerged out of the leaves. Jacob frowned as he found a leaf sticking to his coat and he quickly swiped it off. He did feel better

"Ah! Jacob! We been looking for you for hours now!" Jacob looked up to see one of his Rooks running up to him.

"Sorry lads. I was just taking an early morning walk, what is it?"

"Mr. Green is at the docks. He's waiting for you." Jacob froze. Was it that day already?

He rubbed his face with his gloved hand and sighed heavily. He forgot that Henry was leaving today. Their brothers and sisters in the Indian Brotherhood had recalled him more than a year ago, but Greenie had been stalling returning home until Evie was found. However, the Indian Brotherhood had sent him an official letter asking for his recall and Henry had to fulfill it despite his protests.

Jacob didn't hate Greenie for that, he knew that it wasn't his fault. Greenie would stay if he could.

Jacob saluted the Rooks and parted from them to head towards the docks. He arrived there pretty quickly and spotted his fellow Assassin waiting at the docks, staring into the distance. Jacob hopped down from the busy streets into the docks and over to Henry.

"Greenie! Sorry for being late, I took a morning stroll." Greenie turned and looked over to Jacob. His face lit up when he saw Jacob walking towards him.

"Jacob, I thought you would arrive late. You are always in your own little world." Henry grinned as he walked over and embraced the other happily.

Jacob embraced him and clapped his back in response. "I'm going to miss you Greenie. Don't worry, I'll keep the search going."

"Jacob…" Henry hesitated as he pulled away from the other and placed his hands on Jacob's shoulder. "You need to take care of yourself. Please, I have seen you up at all hours of the night, looking over all those reports. Evie…she wouldn't want you to go on like this. You know her, she would want you to move on and have a good life."

Jacob frowned at this and looked down. "You're giving up too…?"

"No!" Henry exclaimed and shook his head. "I'm not giving up Jacob. Evie wouldn't want you to give up either, but she'd want you to be happy too. Take some time away from the leads, fresh one will come, when was the last time you checked on our trainees? You're in charge of the London Assassins now."

Jacob looked up at Henry in surprise. He was right. With Evie's disappearance and Henry being recalled back to India, Jacob was the only Master Assassin left in London. He bit his lip, tipping his hat.

"You're right…damnit, you're right Greenie." Jacob sighed heavily. He was just surprised by all this, he had a responsibility to the Brotherhood now, a huge responsibility. He looked Henry in the eye. "I hadn't considered that when you got the letter a month ago…then again, this would've happened if Evie and you were leaving together."

"True, however, it won't turn out that way…" Henry hesitated and held in his breath. He looked to Jacob and patted his shoulder. "Keep me updated brother. If she reappears-."

"A letter will be sent off to you faster than you can name all of the Queen's titles." Jacob grinned and winked at Henry. He gave him a gentle shove before he pulled away. "Good luck on the journey Greenie, all the Rooks and I will be cheering you on!"

Henry grinned at him before turning away and walking onto the ship that would take him home. Jacob watched and folded his arms, he was going to miss Greenie.

"Excuse me, Mr. Frye! Mr. Frye! There you are!" Jacob blinked when he heard a feminine sounding voice calling out his name. "We have been looking for you, since Master Green has headed off, we were wanting to continue training.

He turned around to see a young woman running up to him. She had light brown hair that bounced as it was tied up and she wore the garb of a trainee assassin. Her light green eyes shined as she stopped in front of him. She was a foot shorter than him and her face was heart shaped. This trainee looked about his age, maybe a little younger than him.

Jacob suddenly felt embarrassed. He didn't know the young woman's name, hell, he barely knew any of the other trainee's names. Henry had been dealing with all the trainees while Jacob kept up the search for Evie, he had even brought trainees on some of the searches. Of course, Jacob couldn't ask Henry what their names were, he had already stepped on the ship.

Jacob awkwardly stared at her and the young woman raised her eyebrow. "Is…something wrong Mr. Frye?"

"Oh, uh, nothing! Now, how can I help you…?"

"You…don't know my name do you?" The woman gave him a sly grin and folded her arms across her chest. She was amused by this.

Jacob looked down humiliated. He really hadn't been paying attention to the trainees at all. That would change from this moment on.

The woman reached out with her hand and held it out. "Elizabeth Warrington, pleased to meet you Master Jacob Frye."

Jacob blinked and then took her hand, shaking it. "Thank you…Ms. Warrington."

"Just Elizabeth, please."

Evie sat up from the cot with a start. She stared out the window of the ship. The Aquila was rocking gently back and forth as it sailed along in the quiet night, even Evie couldn't hear any other noises around her. Thankfully, there was no nausea from this rocking, Evie seemed to have a strong stomach for the sea. She collapsed back down against the cot. She wondered if Jacob would have that too. She rubbed her eyes with a frown, Jacob, was…that a dream? Did she just dream of her brother? How did she have a dream of a brother?

Her heart soared though, her brother, her dearest brother was still searching for her. Jacob was always a hopeful and determined man. Though, part of her wanted to roll her eyes at and scolded her younger brother for being so consumed by searching her that he was neglectful of himself. Evie looked down sadly, Jacob looked so tired…from what she felt during the dream. Then again, that was another strange thing. Evie had dreams…but never like this. Evie was experiencing every emotion and even thought that Jacob had experienced in the dream.

Evie felt his anxiety, his embarrassment, his frustration, and his melancholy. His thoughts were overwhelming too. She could hear the thoughts that raced through his head of the leads on her and what would he do if he didn't find her. Jacob hated that he might have truly lost her. I hate feeling too my Dearest Brother…Evie thought as she brushed her hands through her dark hair. She sat back up from the cot and then got to her feet, hugging herself as she strolled onto the deck of the ship.

The air outside had cooled down now, during the day, the weather had been rather on the warm side. She had to strip down to her brawling clothes to keep herself from overheating and Evie stayed by Connor's side for most of the day. Haytham stayed on the lower deck, observing the men of the Aquila and on occasion, watching his son and Evie on the upper deck. He looked like the proper gentleman, standing there with his hands behind his back and being polite to them. Around both of Evie and Connor, he felt on edge because of the information she had spilled about Charles Lee and around his son for their arguments throughout the second part of their mission.

Then again, even Faulkner disliked him being onboard as well, after all, Assassins and Templars had never gotten along in their long history. For the most part, Haytham was tolerated on the Aquila.

Evie walked over to the edge of the ship and leaned against it, looking out into the darkness. The dream of Jacob still weighed heavily on her mind. Jayadeep…or Greenie as Jacob continued to call him much to her annoyance, he was gone. He had been recalled by the Indian Brotherhood…she remembered the day Jayadeep had received the letter, asking for his return after retaking London for the Brotherhood. The way his face lit up…the way a huge smile broke out on his face, she had never seen him so happy before. He had taken her into his arms and twirled her around. And Evie was going with him, to India. And we would've been married already…She thought sadly. Evie wandered if Jacob could dream what was happening to her too…was that how he knew she was alive?

She brushed her fingers against the beautiful ship. Her thoughts drifted to Connor, which was something that happened frequently. He was her partner though, for over a year now. Jacob had been her partner for so long that she thought she would never be compatible with anyone else. Of course like with Jacob, Evie and Connor had different perspectives. Evie disliked working with Haytham, but did it for Connor's sake and his disregard and disrespectful towards Achilles was frustrating to her. Achilles had taken Connor in and trained him despite his best efforts to scare the boy away, but Connor was determined. Connor was impatient.

But he did have a gentle side to him, one that he didn't show all that often. She saw it mostly towards the Homestead residents…and her. He showed her the room with all the books Achilles had accumulated over the years about the Assassin Brotherhood. Evie would sit in that room for hours and read aloud some of the stories in the book, including about Ezio Auditore da Firenze during his time in Constantinople. He seemed to enjoy her reading it to her.

"He met Sofia Sartor…I remember Achilles telling me about her. She was…a worldly woman, those are the words that Achilles told me. There is a portrait of her in this book." Connor recalled as he sat at the desk.

"Yes, she was such a beautiful woman and intelligent. She loved literature! She laid eyes on the journal of Niccolò Polo, La Crociata Segreta! Who knows what other books she must have read?" Evie smiled in admiration. When she glanced over to Connor, she noticed that he now smiling at her.

"Perhaps you are Sofia Sartor in another life. You certainly have Sofia's intelligence and curiosity."

Evie's cheeks flushed at the memory. He didn't say for her beauty too…

"Ahh, Miss Mir, good morning, out for an early morning stroll as well?" Haytham's voice startled her and Evie whirled around to face the elder Kenway.

"Yes…I couldn't sleep. I was feeling restless." Evie explained quickly as he walked over to her. Honestly, she was sounding like Jacob just now. He was in his normal attire, minus his hat. What was he doing up?

"Ships are restless creatures. I have taken many voyages, I always found myself wandering around the deck early in the morning." He says as he wanders over by her side, staring out into the distance. "Then again, my first trip to the colonies, I prevented a mutiny abroad the Providence. Led by some your associates you know no doubt."

"…I wouldn't know who, I wasn't born yet when you assassinated Master Assassin Miko."

"I wouldn't expect you to know either, you are about Connor's age if not a little younger. You must have born in 1760."

"November 9th of 1760." Evie thankfully did the math prior to this moment, as part of her cover up story. Evie watched him carefully, was he trying to make her slip up again?

"It's strange, the London Brotherhood should be completely wiped out. How is it one girl managed to slip under the radar?" This was an interrogation.

Evie smirked in return and started to turn away, facing away from the Templar. "Perhaps this one girl is craftier than your men could ever be Mr. Kenway."

"Leaving so soon Ms Mir? I thought we were having a polite conversation." Haytham stated as she started to walk away.

Evie stopped mid-step and glanced over her shoulder. "I don't appreciate being interrogated Mr. Kenway. If you wish to have a polite conversation, that won't fly."

It was Haytham's turn to smirk. "Smart girl. I can see why my son has eyes on you."

Evie's face went red and she brushed hair out of her face. "I have no idea what you are referring to…Connor is my partner. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Yes, and so were the Assassins Aguilar de Nerha and his Maria, but that didn't stop them from become romantically attached to each other." Haytham responded while Evie blinked in surprise. He knew quite about Assassin history.

"Did you learn that from your father or your Templar Grandmaster?" Evie questioned, not bothering to hide the venom in her voice.

"My father's education for me was to instruct me in the ways of swordsmanship and other combat styles. We never dived into Assassin history, no, that was Birch who schooled me in both histories. Tomás de Torquemada was close to victory, but in the end, failed." Haytham frowned suddenly.

Reginald Birch was the Templar left Evie with nightmares as a child. He and his cronies killed Assassins and left none alive. The man that established Templar presence in London that wouldn't be destroyed until Evie, Jacob, and Jayadeep eliminated Crawford Starrick.

"Regardless, I can see my son's attachment to you…and that is a dangerous thing for the "enemy" to know." Evie frowned, that felt like a threat.

"I don't think Connor necessarily sees you as an enemy." Evie paused when she saw the grey haired Templar turned to look at her. She hesitated and continued. "Some part of him wants to get to know you…you are his father. That's why he agreed to this mission with you."

For once, Haytham was silent. He was staring at her and then he looked back at the sea. The sun was starting rise up ahead of them. Behind them, Evie was noticing that the crew was starting to rise and get to work on the ship.

Haytham responded. "Connor is naïve. He believes that by following Washington and killing all the Templars, it will lead to peace. Truthfully, all that my men have done, has been to stabilize the colonies and defeat the British. At the core of all this, Connor and I want the same thing…we just have different methods of going about it."

He paused and wrinkled his nose. "But…on some level, I share the sentiment about the boy."

"Father! According to Faulkner, we have reached Martinique. We should right behind Church." Connor's voice interrupted their conversation. He was walking towards them wearing his captain's uniform, honestly, Evie's favorite uniform that he wore.

Connor looked over to Evie and his cheeks turned a little red. "Good morning Evie…"

"Good morning Ratonhnhaké:ton." Evie smiled at him and brushed some of her loose hair out of her face. She could feel her face reddening as well.

His shy nature was appealing to her, it made him…she daresay, and hoped Jacob didn't hear, adorable and people were drawn to him. The people of the Homestead loved him and he took care of them, he had earned their trust. Jayadeep wasn't as shy, he was good with people, making contacts with many people. Both men were amazing Assassins in their own right.

Haytham meanwhile was watching the two red faced Assassins. He rolled his eyes at his son and the female Assassin, these two fools were clearly falling for each other. Haytham cleared his throat and spoke up as he started to walk away from them. "Alright, Ms. Mir and I should prepare ourselves then. Wouldn't you agree Ms. Mir?"

Evie looked from Connor to Haytham and then nodded, failing to contain her red face. "Ri-Right…! Yes! I should get my weapons."

Evie looked back to Connor and he was still red too. Connor wanted to say that she looked even more beautiful with her hair down, but he held his tongue. Would she like these compliments? Evie spoke up. "I'll be-be back up in a minute! I'll get ready."

"Ri-Right! I'll be at the wheel, I need to relieve Mr. Faulkner." Connor nodded and watched her nod before heading below deck. Her long hair was messy and a little curly when it was down…it would look lovely in a braid too.

Connor dismissed those thoughts and focused on the mission again. He went back up to the wheel and saw Faulkner giving him a smug look. Connor raised his eyebrow. "Is there…something amusing Mr. Faulkner?"

"I think I see where your shyness came from Captain. And it certainly wasn't from the maternal side." Mr. Faulkner chuckled softly and moved aside from the wheel. "I will say this, she does light up when you're around, even when she's angry with you."

Connor frowned at his first mate. "You have definitely grown astute Mr. Faulkner, have you grown bored? You seem to have gained a new hobby."

"Maybe so. It is entertaining to watch the two of you. Now though, we should concentrate and finish our chase after Mr. Benjamin Church." Faulkner declared as Connor began to steer the ship.

Of course, they wouldn't have time to take in the sights of Martinique, but Connor marked it on a map of where to visit one day. He always did that with new islands or places he passed by on the Aquila. Adventuring was in his blood after all.

Haytham was the first to join them at the wheel, he appeared to be growing impatient with their search. He stood by the right side of Connor while Faulkner stood at his left, directing some orders to the men as they sailed. Connor glanced down after a while to see Evie emerge out of the quarters and she went to help the men who were scrambling around.

Connor stirred the ship past some cliffs and then it turned into more cliffs. Connor quickly ordered his men to slow the ship by rolling up the sails, taking in less wind.

Haytham shouted amongst the chaos of the ship. "I told you this a poor heading. Church is surely days ahead of us now!"

Before Connor could say anything to his father, Faulkner spoke for him, causing Connor to grin to himself. "Have some faith in the boy! He's yet to disappoint!"

Truthfully, his father didn't seem to like being at sea. Unfortunately for Connor, his father shot back at his first mate. "Well the bar's not been set very high now, has it?"

Connor scoffed at his father's pettiness. "We are closer than you think, father."

Now stay quiet so I can concentrate. Connor wanted to add, but his concentration turned to the wheel and stirring the ship around. These cliffs seem to be closing in the middle, creating little space for the Aquila to navigate through, but Connor managed. He drew closer to the right side to cling to it, getting farther away from the left. They drove through the cliffs with ease, without hitting them once while Connor managed to drown out the voice of his father at his side.

They drove into an open space and Connor felt himself sighing in relief, they had managed to get through with ease. One of the men shooting that they spotted the ship Welcome off to the right and Connor's eyes followed his man's direction. There the vessel sat next to the shore, vulnerable. Connor ordered the men to release the sails, letting the vessel speed up to get a closer look at the Welcome.

"It seems the ship has been abandoned."

"Church was always a slippery little bastard…he must have fled onto land…" Haytham mused until they were interrupted.

"ENEMY AHEAD!" Both Kenway men looked in the direction of the shout as a small vessel began firing upon them.

"Hold back the sail!" Connor exclaimed and the men did as they were ordered. Connor twisted the wheel and began in hot pursuit of the enemy vessel.

After dodging smaller islands or large rocks and more frantic cries from his father, Connor managed to catch up with the other ship. However, smaller ships flanked it and began shooting at the Aquila. After they destroyed the smaller ships and hitting the Man-O-War with some bombs, Connor was suddenly shoved away from the wheel and Connor looked to see his father had taken control. And he was stirring the Aquila right into the Man-O-War.

Below, Evie was glaring at Haytham as she yelled up at him. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Ending this!" Haytham shouted back to her as the two ships collided into each other. Evie and Connor cringed when they heard the wooden structures collide into each other.

Then, Connor looked over the upper deck, only to see his father leaping over him and onto the other ship. He was headed after Church by himself it seemed. Connor groaned while Evie, after bracing herself, pulled on her hood and pursued after Haytham. She leapt up over the men and held onto the side of the boat, pulling herself up. Connor saw this and nodded. Evie would keep an eye on his father.

Connor turned around and commanded. "SECURE THE SHIPS!"

Faulkner's voice called out, adding on more orders to the men. Connor pulled out his tomahawk as his men armed themselves to attack the other crew. Connor and other crewmembers rushed onto the ship and proceeded to kill the crew, taking the ship essentially.

Connor searched the top of the ship for Evie and Haytham, catching no glimpse of them. He was approached by some men with swords, but he quickly dispatched them. He had to find his father and Evie, quickly.

Church is likely inside the ship. Connor quickly headed for the Captain's quarters of the ship, pushing open the door. Once further inside, Connor noticed that there was no cargo onboard. He frowned, where had the stolen supplies been taken? He had to question Church, hopefully Evie managed to stop his father before he killed him. However, he could hear his father shouting in the distance.

"…I'll give you credit for that. And for the quietude with which you pulled it off. We had a DREAM BENJAMIN! A DREAM YOU SOUGHT TO DESTROY-!" Suddenly, Connor heard a cry and he started to run to the source of his father's screams.

He emerged into the room to find that Evie had knocked Haytham off of the now bloodied Church and she pointed her pistol at him. Haytham was glaring up at her with rage, his knuckled covered in Church's blood. Church was bleeding and coughing on the ground, trying to regain his breath.

"Good work Evie." Connor complimented his partner and she glanced up to him with a nod.

"Your father was about to beat him to death without telling us where the stolen supplies were. His emotions were clouded." She pulled the gun away from Haytham and pocketed it. She frowned down at him. "We came here for a reason Mr. Kenway, you would do well to remember it."

"Don't tell me what to do girl." Kenway hissed at her as he pulled himself to his feet again.

Connor ignored his father for now and gestured to Evie. She nodded and walked over to Church, kneeling down in front of him. Her hand with her hidden blade attached to rested on his chest. She asked the bleeding man. "Tell us Mr. Church, where are the supplies you stole?"

His eyes looked up at her and focused on her. He managed to choke out. "Go to hell!"

Evie sighed heavily at the response while Connor scowled. Of course, Templars were stubborn to the end it seemed. Evie stabbed the man with her hidden blade through his side, hoping to cause some pain to make him talk.

"I won't ask again Mr. Church, where are the supplies?" Evie demanded.

"On-On the island yonder, awaiting pickup by the British. Bu-But none of you have right to it, it's not yours." The surgeon cringed in pain as he started to curl up.

"No, the supplies aren't mine. You stole them from the colonists who are fighting and dying out there for their freedom." Evie told him as she pulled away from him and stood over him.

The man let out a chuckle. "The same men and women who fight with weapons crafted from British steel and wounds bandaged by British cloth? Girl…you betray your mother country for the cause of rebels who would misuse our supplies? How convenient for them, don't you think? They reap the rewards while we do all the work."

"True, the supplies were made in Britain, but many rebellions before this point utilized supplies that weren't necessarily theirs. It's how they will survive, it would be pointless not use them." Evie countered as she walked around him. "Britain is half a world away, they wouldn't have been able to stay in control here for too long. They are still weak after the Seven Years War."

"Tch…fair enough…but do you truly think the Crown has no cause? That they don't feel betrayed by the colonies?" Church asked her, glaring up at her. "Both Assassins and Templars see their work as just…for the greater good, just as both the Crown and the Colonists see what they are doing as the greater good."

Truthfully, Church had a point. Her thoughts went to Lucy Thorne, she saw her work and research as for the greater good for the Templars. Both Evie and Thorne thought that the Shroud of Eden being in their respective hands was for the greater good of mankind. But was it true…for either side? Evie watched the man as he began to fade away.

"You make some fair points I admit. But, it's time for these people to make their decision, whether the British are in the picture or not." Evie declared as the Templar died on the ground.

Behind her, she looked to Connor and Haytham. Haytham, who seemed to have calmed down now, patted Connor's shoulder and looked to Evie. "It is done. Church's passing was a boon for all of us."

Connor and Evie looked to Haytham and he turned away, heading out of the cargo bay. "Come along. I expect you will need my help with securing the supplies…"

Evie and Connor then looked to each other. Evie smiled softly at him. "Another down…two more to go?"

Connor nodded, but glanced in the way that Haytham left. "…Three would include my father…"

"You're still unsure about killing him…" Evie pointed out. She smiled at him and took his hand into her's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Which is why I only pointed out two more Templar's to take down…c'mon, your father is almost out of our hair."

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one should be out by mid-March. Have a good day everyone! :D