Sorry I have been gone. I have been busy in real life, but I am here now. I have done so historical research that was sort of fun to do. There isn't much information of the manuscript from rouge so it was up to creative inspiration. On the side I have help from beta and they have been great, so I will be reposting every chapter.

SO ENJOY, REVIEW AND READ!

-Moon

James was unsure about this, Catherine was so close to home and she didn't send word about being in Charlestown. The young man pulled his collar closer to his chin as the rain pours down from the sky. The water dripped from his hat. He was trying his hardest to stay in incognito to stay away from the men in The Green Dragon Tavern. James let out a sigh before going to the doors and knocked. When no one answered, he knocked again.

A young woman answered the door with a surprised look. "May I help you?"

"Is there a Catherine Cormac here?"

"There is no one here by that name." She quickly went to shut the door when he stopped it with his foot.

James cleared his throat not believing a word the maid said. "Is this the household of Charles Dorian?"

"Yes, but the only young woman that is here is his god-daughter, Cathyleen." Panic was stretched across her face.

"Tell Dorian that Samuel Adams sent me-" He stop mid-sentence when he heard a very faint clashing noise and a voice that sounded like Catherine's. He shoved the housemaid to the side to investigate. The maid cried out falling to the floor, but manage to stand up after the abrupt assault quickly to chase the young man down the hall.

"You can't be here!"

James ignored her as he rushes down the hall with the maid tailing behind. The maid desperately trying to grab a hold of his arm. He would rip his arm out of the frantic maid's grip before she could pull him back. The blacksmith apprentice stood before a set of double french doors where the faint clashing noise was coming from.

A loud smack followed by a feminine yelp. James was certain it was Catherine.

Without a second thought, he barged in.

Catherine held her arm as she wooden sword laid on the sword next to her side. An older man wields a similar sword he glanced over at James. Catherine looked up as well.

"James?" She was stunned, "Wh-hat are you doing here?!"

"I should ask you the same."

The maid caught up with James, "Master Dorian, I apologize, he wouldn't listen to my request."

"It's quite alright, Emily, go back to your duties."

The woman was unsure about leaving this man alone with the master of the house, but she obliged to her master wishes. "Yes, sir," She curtsy before shutting the door behind her.

Catherine had never imagined how her day would have turned out with the surprise of James turning up.

The Teenage girl had tried to find ways to entrain herself at the Dorian residents when the storm rolled in especially with no hope of training in the art of free-running across the rooftops. With her being new to the skill, Dorian didn't want the poor girl to slip and break her neck. Charles had other ways to continue her training the Master Assassin even hired a proper tutor for a proper education. She spent the last few days inside reading and bettering her sword skills.

There were days where she did miss being around Achilles and Connor, but she had her own goals.

James showed up unannounced was a turn of events. No one knew of this location beside Achilles and Samuel Adams. Catherine had instructed Adams that if there was an emergency to tell James he location, or if he was in trouble.

"What are you doing here?" Catherine saw the concern that he gave off. "Is everything alright?"

"I know about Haytham Kenway and his friends."

Catherine gave a look of disbelief to her old friend, "What? How?"

"I did, but I saw them all together at The Green Dragon Inn. They were discussing you and Assassins. The question is how are you involved with them?"

The truth that Catherine kept locked behind a solid door that was label secret. Catherine couldn't keep the story of Templars and assassins a secret.

"Why are you running around with killers?"

"James, I can explain?"

"Explain what? Explain how you have been ducking in and out of Boston for the last couple months? Explain to me why you're running around with killers?"

Catherine clutch her jaw at the word 'killers'. "Don't jump to that, Assassins are more than that." James didn't want to hear her excuses he came for the truth. "We need to have a talk,"

Dorian put the wooden sword down, "I will leave you both to sort out your thoughts."

With Charles leaving the room, it gave a chance for Catherine to take a sigh of relief. "I am sorry for the lying and the sneaking but just listen to me."

"Please enlighten me."

Catherine felt the backlash of James resent towards her hidden secrets "I have been in hiding, trying to keep my head down."

"Why though?"

"Haytham Kenway and Charles Lee were behind the Boston Massacre," Catherine explains with a tight pain in her chest remembering the painful loss of her mother. James said nothing as he looked shocked at this new revelation. "I was on the rooftops when I saw Lee fire a gun in the air to cause a riot. They were using the deaths of innocent people to cause an uprising."

"Why?! What could they gain from that?"

Catherine decided to come out with the truth about everything, "What do you know about Templars?"

"Besides a fairy tales and crusades? Nothing much, they have been nonexistence for a long time."

"Connor and I are part of a Brotherhood that has been at war with the Templars." It was the first time out loud Catherine had to admit out loud of wanting to become an Assassin. "Haytham, Lee, and my father belong to an order known as the Templar Order. Their ideology is to impose themselves on mankind."

James was quiet before letting a belly laugh consume him. "Your kicken' me, right? Very funny Cathy," He wasn't buying it.

Catherine felt outraged towards him for laughing at her story. "I am not makin' this up, James! I saw them kill my mother and I need you to trust me on this!" It was frustrating to hear James shrug off her story as a fairytale. "I need to pull apart their order."

It almost hurt to the point her eyes stung.

"If what you are saying is true, how would you do it? They are aligned with the British and would have powerful means." James was still not buying her story, the most he would call Haytham Kenway would be a spy for Parliament, it would explain why he thought it would be okay to have the British fire upon innocents.

"I will show you,"

"And how would you do that?"

When Catherine had shown up on his doorstep after a voyage to Martha's vineyard Dorian had a plan in place to get the artifact manuscript from the Templars. "I will need your assistance with it. In a few months time, November 5th."

"Pope Day, exactly with what?"

"I will be attending a party that night under the disguise."

James raised an eyebrow, "What kind of party?"

"A masquerade party, it seems the Templars like to host one every year, or so as a way to mock the assassins. Guy Fawkes, apparently was trying to stop the plot." Catherine recounted the true story of the gunpowder plot. "The Templars were behind the gunpowder plot over a hundred years ago."

James eyes widen at the knowledge and history that Catherine had learned about this group."Is that wise? Why?"

"They have an important artifact that needs to be snatched back."

Catherine told the tale of what brought her to the Assassins from the moment that Connor had shown up at her door with Samuel Adams. Adams did not enclose any information to James about Catherine's activities. He had explained that it was best for Catherine to explain what was going on and trust what she had to say. James could tell that the Templars had a rough impact on her life, they had uprooted her whole life with a single gunshot. What made it worse was that her own father was a Templar. It was best at problematic when she mentions she had the one artifact that her father was searching for the last twenty years.

"There is a reason why the Assassins kept these artifacts from the Templars,"

"You're going to steal this artifact? What is it?"

"Some kind of manuscript, we have the item that can translate it and they want it."

"Where is this manuscript?"

"Remember the party I just discussed?"

James wonder where she was going with this, "Yes?"

"It will be held at the home of Edward Shippen in Philadelphia."

Catherine knew she only had a few months before her mission, it would be easier for her to slip in during a big party. She had familiarized herself with the Shippen family and found out they were one of the wealthiest families in the colonies. Edward Shippen was a pillar of the community as a judge and practice law. A perfect cover for a Templar agent.

James thought Catherine was crazy, what happened to the girl he grew up with? Catherine was always quiet and never outspoken. He had to drag the patriotism out of her last year after the stress of almost losing the tavern. He had mixed feelings about the idea of her breaking into a house to steal a book, but he didn't want her to do it alone.

"I want to help," James spoke up if it was truly important for her and needed this grieve. "You're my best mate. I care about you."

Catherine glanced at her lifelong friend, knowing his feelings were more than platonic. Hearing he was willing to step up and help her succeed with her mission even his tone had a voice of disapproval. "Really?"

"Aye," He smiled touching her shoulder, "If you say what is true about your mother's death and you believe this is the right direction to stop them then I will aid you in any way you need."

Catherine felt relief for the offer in his aid, the Irish lass crossed the room and threw her arms around her friend's shoulder. James held her in his arms feeling guilty that he didn't realize how much was on the poor girl shoulders.

At the request of Haytham, Charles had done some digging about the Master Assassin known as Charles Dorian and figure out why he came to the colonies to the tavern that belongs to the late wife of a Templar. A contact from overseas was able to dig up the reason why. Rose Cormac had come into contact with the precursor's box. The one artifact that Shay had been searching for years. His own wife kept this news from him, or did she? Lee questions the thought over and over to himself before bringing it up the new information to Haytham. The Grandmaster called for a meeting with Shay once he returns from sea.

Lee watch the expression on Shay's face when he heard the news of his wife kept assassin ties after the death of her brother. It wasn't surprising because the Assassin was the only living relative she had beside her husband and daughter.

The sea captain had a quiet expression as he listens to his wife's brutal until Haytham asked him one simple question.

"Did you know?"

Shay didn't hesitate to answer before slamming his fist on the mahogany table. "No, why would I? I would never betray you, or the order." There was high tension in the room as everyone stayed silent. "If I knew where it was, I would have been home years ago taking care of my daughter being a proper father."

"It doesn't matter now, but what does matter is that we may be able to pull the assassins out hiding along with your daughter." Lee spoke up, "I have enlisted the help of Edward Shippen from Philpheda. He has been loyal to the cause for years."

"What does this have to do with anything?" Shay asked.

"We have planted rumors that he has a hold of the manuscript,"

Shay knew this was a risky idea since Shippen did hold the manuscript in his possession. There could be a chance that the Assassins could get away with it, but there was also a chance that he could see his daughter again.

"The box is in the colonies, and its believed that Catherine has it." Shay bit his thumb as he thought. She aligned herself with the Assassin not realizing how risky that was for her. There was no death warrant for her because how young she still was. "We just wait until we heard the word of the assassins."

"Exactly," Lee cleared his throat. He hoped he fixed a problem that was started from the Boston Massacre.

Shay sat back in his chair as he looked at the other Templars. "Alright, I will go with this."

He would trust Haytham on this and hopefully everything will turn alright.