While waiting for their sentences to be delivered, Jacob and Evie were visited by Commissioner Edmund Henderson in jail.
"You two must have offended some great people to land yourselves in this fucked up state," Commissioner Henderson said softly. "I can't try to make a request to drop this case. I'll be murdered by those damn Templars."
"Then why are you here?" Jacob said loudly. "You want us to give you information in exchange for a shorter sentence? What an asshole!"
Commissioner Henderson quickly caught on with Jacob's act. "I have told your ally at the Seven Bells tavern, Clara's her name I believe, to tell your Rooks to get some men to infiltrate this jail."
Evie continued for him, "So the Rooks will help us escape before our sentence, I guess."
Commissioner Henderson nodded in reply, before saying loudly, "So you won't tell me the whereabouts of your men, I guess! Well then, off to prison you will, then. I'll try to make your sentence even longer!"
The next morning, which was also the day they were set to be sentenced, Jacob and Evie were woken up by two guards. The first guard was a familiar face, while the second one was not.
"He's a new guy, but that doesn't mean you can treat him like shit," warned the first guard. "He was a tough gangster before coming here!"
Jacob and Evie looked at each other and smiled for a moment. The second guard knocked the cell door with his baton. "It's time to get out of your damn cell!"
The door was already unlocked as Evie opened it. Once the two of them got out of their cell, the second guard drew a knife and plunged it into the throat of the first guard.
"Boss, we're glad you're safe," the Rook said. "It's time to leave this shitty place. There're more men here who will aid in your escape."
Walking down the corridor, the three of them took a right, only to meet with three guards, all armed with rifles.
"What do you think you're doing?" the first guard demanded to know.
Before they could react, the second guard shot the first one dead. The two remaining guards then saluted Jacob and Evie, indicating that they were also Rooks.
Jacob found a tear rolling down his cheeks. Wiping it away, he joked, "By god, you guys are a sight for sore eyes. Now let's get out of here before we get surrounded. That would make your plan go to waste, wouldn't it?"
The shot that the Rook had fired had alerted all the guards in the jail. By the time they made their way to the outer gates, which was surrounded by a cobblestone wall, it had been surrounded by four policemen, led by a fifth Police Sergeant.
"Halt!" the Police Sergeant ordered, as he and the four policemen raised their rifles at Jacob, Evie and the three Rooks.
Two of the policemen guards attacked the other three, shooting their two comrades dead. The Police Sergeant turned around, shocked to see the policemen's death. "What kind of treachery is this?"
Immediately knowing that those two policemen were Rooks, Jacob told them, "That's enough killing for today. Sergeant, I politely request that you open the gates for us."
"What if I don't want to?" the Sergeant growled.
Evie answered, "Well, my brother and I have five men armed with rifles, who could kill you in less than a second. I persuade you to accept my brother's request."
The Sergeant sighed, and agreed to the 'request'. After he opened the gates, one of the Rooks knocked him unconscious. A short distance away from the jail was a carriage, driven by a sixth Rook.
As the carriage slowed down in front of the gates, Jacob and Evie hopped inside. The five Rooks waved goodbye as the carriage sped away.
Turning around, they saw more guards running out of the compound. The Rooks immediately drew their rifles, training them on the carriage. One of them yelled, "Shit, shit! The carriage's too far!"
The group of policemen neared. A second Rook informed, "When we got here the two prisoners had already gotten onto the carriage. The driver's damn good, I have to say. We five couldn't land a single shot on it."
A few streets away, their carriage was stopped by a blockade of British soldiers and carriages. The soldiers were all armed with rifles with bayonets attached to them, and there were five of them in the blockade.
Wearing back on their Assassin Gauntlets, which had been returned to them by the Rooks, Jacob and Evie exited the carriage to clear the blockade.
The soldiers had their rifles raised, ready to shoot at a moment's notice. Jacob acted as if he had done nothing wrong.
"Why are there so many soldiers here? I demand you all to let us go through!" Jacob demanded pompously.
A British Army Sergeant, who was leading the squad of soldiers, explained, "My apologies, sir. But we have reports that two people have escaped from a nearby jail. The British Army has been activated to stop them."
Jacob feigned a look of surprise. "Golly! Escaped prisoners? You have to do your best to capture them!"
The Sergeant nodded. "We are trying our best, sir. And sorry, sir, we'll let you through right away."
In less than half a minute, the carriages and soldiers had parted to let the carriage pass through. Jacob waved to them as the carriage passed.
"That was pretty easy," Evie commented. "Good work there, Jacob."
"Thanks, Evie. I just had to do it confidently," Jacob said. "Now we need to find some lodgings, and not at the Seven Bells. It would be too dangerous there."
The sixth Rook, who was also the carriage driver, had overheard their conversation. "Boss, we own another tavern, but this one much quieter. I can drive you two there right now, if you wish."
Jacob nodded in approval at the carriage driver. "Make haste, Rook."
Indeed the tavern was much quieter and less popular, which suited Jacob and Evie well. And also there were Rook-controlled buildings near the tavern, which meant that Jacob and Evie would be better-protected.