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Thanks for all the great reviews everyone. I'm going to try and update at least once a week from here on out. I apologize for using a lot of Early Modern English language but I'm trying to make it as accurate to the time period as I can. I tried to cut back on it as much as I could so hopefully it's not too hard to get through. Hope you enjoy!

October 1692

Salem Town, Massachusetts

Salem Harbor

A few hours ago. . .

Flynn stood at the entrance to the harbor as he watched the ship carrying Governor William Phips pull in to the dock. It was a majestic vessel, a British galleon with four masts as the large white sails billowed gently in the wind. The Union Jack flew proudly atop of one of the masts as Flynn watched the men on the docks scrambling to get the ropes ready. He couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the ship. The craftsmanship behind it was truly astonishing.

A few minutes later a gangplank was attached from the dock to the ship, secured firmly in place as Flynn watched the crew members begin to disembark.

"What's taking so damn long?" Flynn looked to his right to see Jake, one of his hired men, standing there a scowl on his face as Flynn bit back an angry reply. He hated relying on these men as most of them were ex-military who'd been dishonorably discharged and were now working as guns for hire. He wished he had one person who believed in his cause just as much as he did and wasn't solely motivated to help him because of money. Sure there was Anthony, who he was slowly starting to sway to his side, but his ties to Rufus would always cast doubt on his loyalty. He couldn't rely on any of these people and it was starting to get on his nerves but for now he would have to make due with what he had.

"Patience. He'll be here any minute." Flynn replied calmly.

Sure enough, Governor Phips appeared moments later at the edge of the boat as he disembarked. He was surrounded by dignitaries and servants, who were carrying his bags.

"How do we get him alone?"

Flynn looked to his left to see a second hired man, Luke, standing next to him.

"Leave that to me." Flynn said as he readjusted the white collar of his Reverend's outfit. The thing itched like crazy but he knew it was his best chance at getting close to the Governor.

"Here they come." Jake muttered as the Governor and his entourage approached.

"Governor Phips?" Flynn asked as Phips paused for a moment, looking at him. He had curly dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders, a full round face with a ruddy complexion, dark brown eyes and a sharp nose.

"Aye Reverend. I haven't seen thee around here before. Art thou new to the Town?" Phips asked as Flynn nodded.

"Aye, Reverend Thomas. I come from a neighboring village, tis a pleasure to meet thee." Flynn said, extending his hand as Phips shook it.

"What bringeth thee to town?" Phips asked.

"I hath heard about the witchcraft trials and was deeply troubled. Fear wast beginning to spread amongst mine congregation and I assured them I would findeth out what wast going on." Flynn said, watching as Phips faced darkened.

"Then we art here for the same reason. I may have commissioned these trials but William Stoughton and Reverend Parris hath gone too far. Accusing mine own wife and putting her in jail?! They wilt answer for this." Phips said as Flynn could see the anger in the man's eyes.

"I have already talked with them, they art the ones who hath sent me down to greet you. They wanted me to inform thee that thy wife hath been freed and is waiting for thee at thy house. I am to escort thee back to thy house." Flynn said.

"If they think this wilt be enough to get back in mine good graces, they art sorely mistaken." Phips said angrily.

"A matter that can be attended to after you see thy wife. My servants shalt help carry thy bags. There is no need for anyone else to cometh along." Flynn said as Phips nodded, turning to face those trailing behind him.

"Go. I wilt be safe in the Reverend's hands." He instructed as they all departed.

"Take his bags." Flynn instructed as Luke and Jake complied, picking up the Governor's luggage.

"Come now, I wilt take thee to mine house. I am most eager to see Lady Mary." Phips said.

"After you." Flynn replied as Phips started off towards the town. . .

Phip's House. . .

Phips opened the door stepping inside as Flynn walked in right behind him, flanked by Jake and Luke.

"Mary? Mary I am home!" Phips called out as he disappeared into a bedroom.

"Go get Parris and Stoughton. This should be over momentarily." Flynn said to Jake, who nodded and quickly exited the house. Flynn closed the door behind him before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gun with a silencer on it.

"Reverend Thomas? I doth not understand. Mine wife is not. . ." Phips began, exiting the bedroom as he stopped in his tracks, Flynn pointing the gun at his chest.

"What is the meaning of this? What art thee doing?" Phips demanded as Flynn saw the fear in Phip's eyes.

"If it's any consolation you weren't going to live much longer anyways." Flynn said as he pulled the trigger twice.

The bullets slammed into Phip's chest, leaving small red blotches as he collapsed to the ground, dead.

Flynn tucked the gun back into his pocket as he walked over towards Phips. His eyes were staring lifelessly ahead as Flynn crouched down beside him.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this Governor." He said.

A few moments later, the door swung opened as Flynn turned to see Jake along with Reverend Parris and Lieutenant Governor/Chief Magistrate William Stoughton standing there.

"Close the door before somebody sees." Flynn hissed, Jake closing it quickly as Flynn stood up.

"Thou. . .thou hast done it. Thou hast really killed the Governor?" Reverend Parris said as he stared in shock at Phip's body.

"Tis what thee wanted is it not? With Phips gone, Stoughton becomes acting Governor and you can continueth with the witch trials. Everybody wins." Flynn said.

"The people wilt not just accept me as Governor. They wilt want to know what hath happened to Phips." Stoughton replied.

"So we forge a letter from Phips stating he tooketh his own life due to his grief about his wife being accused of witchcraft, saying his last decision wast to maketh thee Governor. We have his seal, do we not?" Flynn asked, a smile growing on Stoughton's face.

"Aye, we do." Stoughton replied.

"Then tonight I wilt forge the letter. Thee wilt have no oversight the entire colony will be yours to do with it what thee will. Then tomorrow in church Reverend Parris can readeth the letter to the congregation and that wilt be that." Flynn said.

"What doth thee seek to gain from this?" Reverend Parris asked.

"Satisfaction in knowing all our villages will be safe from the abomination of witchcraft." Flynn said as Parris nodded his head, Stoughton smiling as he extended his hand towards Flynn.

"I look forward to continue to worketh with you." Stoughton said as Flynn took his hand and shook it, giving the man a cold smile.

"As do I." He replied.