November 1st, 1862

Boston, Massachusetts

Recruiting for the 54th Massachusetts

There was something thrilling about the sight before her.

Hundreds of men choked the streets, their dark skin and threadbare clothing standing in contrast to the clean looking Union officers. A band was playing a marching cadence, though it was drowned out by the excited ruckus of the men. The sunny day only seemed to add to the excitement and anticipation.

A banner that read 'TO ARMS ALL MEN OF UNION' hung over the stage.

Margaret turned to her brother with a smile. "Isn't this something? Almost a year after Antietam, and this amazing sight."

"Indeed." He nodded.

Hidden in the shadows some distance away, but still close enough that they could observe, Margaret watched as the men continued to pour in. Her horse shifted, which broke her out of her musings. She glanced at her brother, his cowl covering his face.

This mission would have to be done carefully, seeing how the Assassin Council had yet to give their blessing. Seeing how this counted as revealing themselves, breaking one of the most fundamental tenants of the Creed, it would be tricky to weave their duties around this personal mission of theirs.

"PRESENT ARMS."

"And there he is." Margaret muttered.

The two siblings watched as the newly appointed Colonel Shaw rode on his horse through the crowd, nodding down to the men that had come to fight. They weren't close enough, but Margaret figured that he was getting asked all sorts of questions, when they will be able to fight, when they will get a uniform and such.

They were men ready to fight back against their oppressors.

"Holy God."

"What is it brother dear?"

"That's the man from Antietam. The one I saved."

"Good morning gentlemen." The voice, young but firm and experienced, echoed throughout the courtyard, "I am Colonel Robert Gould Shaw. I am your commanding officer. It is a great pleasure to see you all here today. It is my hope that the same courage, spirit and honor which has brought us together will one day restore this union. May god bless us all."

The men erupted into cheers.

"We will commence with forming companies."

The two siblings watched as company commanders pushed through the crowd, creating a general feel of chaos.

"Small world." Margaret muttered. She spotted Mr. Searle among the volunteers. They were going to have to step carefully.

"Do we know where they're going?"

"Reedeville camp. Several miles from here." Margaret examined the chaos in front of them. "How should we approach this? We obviously they can't waltz in unannounced nor can we sneak in, otherwise we'd be shot on sight as spies."

"I'll write to Colonel Shaw and have an ally of the Assassins deliver it. Set up a rendezvous or something." Henry stated as he shifted on his horse. "We will need to be careful about this."

"I know, Henry."

"This will be the closest to breaking a tenant of the Creed."

Margaret smirked as she turned her horse. "Even the greatest Assassin has to make some sacrifice."

"Yeah. But even Ezio didn't break the Creed."

"It was a much simpler time, brother dear." She called back. "Much simpler time."