Haytham Kenway; 14 July 1754, Boston, Massachusetts

Haytham had been planning this mission for a while. Surprisingly he had Thomas to thank for giving him the idea in the first place. The mission was simple: commandeer the oncoming convoy, steal the redcoat outfits, drive the carts into Southgate Fort, free the slaves, then kill Silas Thatcher. Well, easier said than done, Haytham thought. As of right now, Haytham and Charles were perched on a roof of a building while the others: William, Thomas, Ben, and John were on the ground floor. The Grandmaster had commanded the men on the ground to flip over a wooden cart to signal that the convoy was approaching and that it was time to strike.

While Haytham was waiting, he saw the convoy approaching. He was also able to witness that the second cart was filled with Mohawk slaves and that there were redcoats surrounding the entire perimeter of the escort. Though upon closer look, he saw that sitting at the front along with the chauffeur was a Mohawk woman. Why does this one woman receive special treatment compared to the other slaves, Haytham wondered. What perplexed him even more was that she had a nasty looking bruise on the left side of her face. If someone punched her, presumably a redcoat, then why does she ride at the front, he thought to himself. He tried not to get distracted by her and focused on his men's signal.

Right as the convoy neared the wooden cart, the Templars flipped the heavy item. While the soldiers in red stood their place confused, Haytham motioned for Charles to jump. Both men landed right on top of two soldiers, killing the redcoats immediately. All hell broke loose. Dogs were barking, muskets and pistols were being shot, swords were swinging, and fists were flying. While Haytham was defending himself, he managed to catch the Mohawk woman's eye. They stared at each other.

He didn't know which words to use in order to describe the feeling. It felt quite magical. The woman had very calming chocolate brown eyes. Haytham usually noticed these close details, considering he was the Templar Grandmaster and needed to know every single fact and particularity about the people he was about to deal with. What really caught the Englishman off guard was the fact that he usually never paid attention to women. The work of a Templar required most of his time. Even when he was in a brothel trying to look for Thomas, he never truly paid attention to those women. This woman, though, had done something right in order to catch Haytham's gaze.

His breathing calmed a bit, even in the intense atmosphere.

Haytham started to feel a little bit awkward when all of a sudden, the Mohawk woman yelled out, "Watch out!"

He could feel the pain before it happened. One sly redcoat sucker punched him across the jaw while the two were sharing a silent staredown. Angered, Haytham snarled and whipped out his cutlass to stabbed the soldier. Looking around, he saw his men with cuts and bruises, and a whole unit of dead men in red. Haytham gave his Templars a nod, and each man then dragged a soldier off into an alley to change.


Moments later, all the men gathered outside.

Haytham then began to explain the rest of the plan, "Charles, you and William serve as vanguard. Let no man reach us."

"Wot 'bout me?" Thomas asked.

Haytham responded without hesitation, "You and John will follow from a distance and keep watch over us. I'll signal you when I have need of your services."

Thomas nodded, and the men then proceeded to their positions. Haytham climbed into the driver's seat of the convoy. He attempted to make it as least awkward as possible, but ended up brushing the woman's arm slightly. He gave her a quick glance, only to see that she was completely faced away from him.

Haytham cleared his throat, "We're here to help you - along with those held inside Southgate Fort."

"Free me."

He felt a weird fluttering in his stomach, hearing this woman speak. I didn't expect her voice to sound this calming, he thought. Haytham shamed himself, clearing his mind of such useless thoughts.

He replied softly, trying to convince her, "Not until we're inside the gate. I can't chance an inspection at the gate going wrong. I'll see you safe. You have my word."

She didn't answer. Rather, she turned her head away and sighed, staring off into the distance. Haytham really didn't want to lose her- nor her people's- trust. He really needed to be able to persuade her to believe in him. Haytham spurred the two horses, and the cart began to move.

As the convoy moved along, he tried to at least get some information from the mysterious lady, "Do you know anything of Silas' operation? How many men we might expect? The nature of their defenses?"

No words came past her lips. Stubborn, Haytham thought, yet cautious.

"You must be rather important to him if you were given your own escort…"

William broke Haytham's "conversation" with her, "Sir, we've enemies ahead. Shall I engage them?"

Haytham answered the Scotsman, all while his eyes were still on the enigma of a woman, "No. Let Jonathan and Thomas take care of it."

"As you wish."

On his left, he heard Thomas chant, "I'm gonna enjoy this!" while mowing down an oblivious redcoat.

Haytham sighed, "I wish you'd trust us… Though I suppose it's only natural for you to be wary. So be it."

She still didn't budge nor utter a sound. He truly thought that she would at least acknowledge or say something, but apparently, she didn't.


Once the convoy reached the entrance of Southgate Fort, a soldier stopped them.

"Halt," he said, "State your business."

"Delivery for Silas," Haytham said cooly.

"Go on then," the Redcoat said, bored.

As the got past the main gate, Haytham began to free the woman of her binds.

He talked whilst cutting the ropes, "See. I'm freeing you, just as I said I would. Now if you'll allow me to explain-"

Right as the last string was sliced, she ran off and into the distance. Haytham was surprised by her speed and agility.

Before his men could say or do anything foolish, he said, "Let her go."

"But she'll give us away!" Thomas piped up.

"No she won't."

"What's the plan now?" John asked.

Haytham replied, "Free the captives and avoid detection."

Ben then further inquired with a look of pure disgust on his face, "What of Silas?"

"He dies."