I heard knocking at the Homestead door and ran to open it.
"Letter for Conner?" asked a man. I raised an eyebrow.
"GUYS!" I yelled at the top of my lungs "COMPANY!"
Achilles took the letter from the man's hands and read it. I looked over his shoulder.
"What is it?" Conner and I asked at the same time.
"Jinx." I giggled.
"A request for aid from Paul Revere." Achilles told us "Seems the Redcoats are up to something in Boston. Guess you made an impression on the Sons of Liberty." Conner glanced at me and then at Achilles.
"They mistake me for one of their own." He replied matter-of-factly, he turned to the messenger "Please, tell Mr. Revere he has my sympathies, but I cannot help at present." The messenger nodded and turned to leave. But Achilles had other ideas.
"You might wish to reconsider." He told Conner "John Pitcairn is mentioned by name." Conner's head snapped to attention.
"Where am I to go?" He asked.
"Mr. Revere's house in Boston." supplied the messenger "If you like, I can-" Conner pushed the man out of the way. I glanced at Achilles and he nodded his head.
"Go." He said simply. I nodded and followed Conner.
Conner opened the door of Paul Revere's home and I followed him inside. We both had our hoods pulled up and on the inside I was humming the Mission Impossible theme song, it was too good.
"Ah, Conner!" greeted Mr. Revere, setting down a teapot "What a relief! You came and you brought a friend! Who are you?" I smiled under my hood.
"Alice." I answered shortly. Revere nodded and took Conner's arm. Well, tried to take.
"Allow me to-" He started before Conner shrugged him off. Revere chuckled nervously and continued.
"To introduce you to William Dawes and Robert Newman." I lost interest in the conversation and went to inspect the room. I grazed my fingers over the "Don't Tread On Me" flag and smiled at the coiled rattlesnake.
"Your letter said John Pitcairn was here." Conner accused.
"Aye." agreed Revere, closing the door "He's readying an assault on Lexington, where Adams and Hancock have taken shelter." I raised an eyebrow and exchanged looks with Conner.
"Ar that he will march on Concord." Revere continued "Hoping to destroy our weapons and supplies. You must help us!"
"Only tell me where to find him and I will put a stop to this." Conner told him.
"We." I corrected quickly.
"He has dozens, if not hundreds, of soldiers at his command." Revere told us "You cannot hope to match him with just the two of you. But fear not, for you will not have to. We have an entire army of our own, merely waiting the order to take up arms!" I frowned at that. Years of History lessons drifted through my mind. I couldn't remember much because I slept through most of them, but I had a bad feeling.
"Then you must call upon them." Conner said smoothly.
"Indeed." Revere agreed, clapping Conner on the back. Conner glanced at Revere's hand before the other man removed it.
"You two and I will cross the Charles river and rouse the boys!" Revere exclaimed joyfully, he turned to the other two men in the room "William, I need you to take the overland route and do the same. Robert, I need you up in Christ Church, light the signal. Two lanterns, our enemy comes by sea." Both men nodded and left. Revere turned to look at us.
"No time for dawdling my friends, we have lives to save." Revere said, patting Conner once more on the back. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at Conner's annoyed expression. This was going to be fun!
This was not fun.
After warning Adams and Hancock, Conner and I had been told to help hold Lexington while Revere and Dawes went to warn the others. We were going to stay the night in Lexington and Conner had decided we were camping. I was snuggled into a blanket, trying to fall asleep. But that's kinda hard to do when you're sharing a tent with a crazy Assassin who loves cuddling with his Tomahawk at night. Yeah, real cozy.
"Would you stop hogging the blankets?!" I scolded him.
"You have most of them!" Conner replied sharply. I rolled my eyes.
"That's not the point you crazy nature hippie-assassin!" I hissed "Now hand over the blankets and nobody gets hurt." Silence, then shuffling was heard. The next thing I knew was harsh cold and lack of blankets.
"Conner!" I yelped "You're mean!"
"Go to sleep Alice."
Conner walked purposefully over to a hunched man on the soon-to-be battlefield and I followed with less of a skip in my step. Heh, Conner skipping.
"Stand your ground men!" yelled the hunched dude "Don't fire unless fired upon." He said all of this in between coughing fits and I was tempted to keep my distance from the obviously sick man in a nightie. Eh, Conner could be my meat-shield.
"But if they mean to have a war!" the man shouted "Let it begin here!" Conner looked across the battlefield.
"Pitcairn." He growled. I looked over to where he was looking himself and caught sight of the man in question.
"Yep." I said softly, popping the 'p'.
"Disperse you damn rebels!" Pitcairn called "Lay down your arms and disperse!" Excuse me? Mr. Scottish-dude-Templar-sir? Did I give you permission to open your ugly mouth? No? Ok then. Suddenly, the Redcoats starting firing.
"Oh! Mother of a Pigeon!" I grumbled in surprise. The rebels started running away.
"What the duce are you doing?" asked the nightie wearing sick man "Hold your positions! Cravens! Traitors!" He kept raving as Conner and I pulled him away and behind a tree.
"They are not coming back!" Conner told the man sternly "You will have to make do with those who remain!" The man looked at in an offended way.
"Don't you lecture me on-" The man stopped mid-sentence, just as I was coming up with a sassy reply too.
"Return fire." He yelled "Return fire!" The men who remained fired their guns at the British.
"You need to get to Concord and warn the others." The man told us "Show this to whoever leads them. Should be a man by the name of James Baric (A/N- It's Baric right?)." He handed Conner a letter and shooed us off.
"Go on now!" He ordered. And we did. I had no idea how many nights I would lay awake, wondering what I could have done to help.
"Bloods been spilled at Lexington." Conner told the name named Baric hurriedly "And there's more to come. The regulars are on the march."
"You don't say?" drawled Baric "And why do you think I've men up here?" Conner gave him an offended look and I frowned.
"Go home, before you get yourself killed." Baric continued "I have enough to worry about without some Green-boy and his girlfriend looking to play hero." I gaped my mouth opened in shock. EXCUSE HIM?!
"I can vouch for them." said Dawes, who was behind Baric. Conner took out the letter.
"John Parker as well." He said. So that is who night gown dude was! Baric took the letter and read over it. Conner and Dawes exchanged a few words. I heard muffled word slip through.
"Revere...Captured...Stranger...Situations...Fine...Sure."
"Ehm." Baric cleared his throat "You ladies finished gossiping? Parker seems to think you both aren't completely useless."
"Thanks." I said dryly "I'm humbled." All three men glanced at me before continuing their conversation. Rude.
"I suppose there is a thing or two you might be able to help with." Baric continued "When the fighting starts, we'll need to hold those positions there. They're critical to the defense of Concord. Good boys, not used to soldiering, they need someone with the experience to direct 'em. That something you can do?" Conner nodded and I crossed my arms.
"You best be telling the truth." Baric warned. Conner nodded.
"You have my word." He promised.
"Then I suppose, all that's left to do...is wait."
"Fall back!" ordered Pitcairn "Fall back!" The Redcoats turned tail and ran.
"We did it!" celebrated a rebel soldier "They're turning tail!" The men cheered and celebrated, shaking their guns in the air. I watched with amused eyes and sat down in the grass. Victory at Concord, who woulda thunk?
*LE TIMESKIP*
I walked up to Baric and Conner at a bad time.
"And what of them!?" Conner exclaimed angrily, gesturing to the dead men littered on the ground.
"We do the best we can with what we got." Baric replied. I bowed my head.
"It is not enough." Conner snapped. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away. The last thing I heard from Baric was barely audible.
"It never is."
"For the support of the glorious cause!"
I tuned out and leaned back in my chair.
"Bored." I groaned.
"Shh." Was Conner's only reply as he paid closer attention to the speech being given.
"Truly there is no man better suited for the task." Adams told us, leaning over which annoyed me since I was in the middle.
"Really?" asked an unfamiliar man behind us "I can think of several." Conner tensed and got up, turning to face the man.
"Charles Lee." He growled. I too tensed when I recognized the name. Templar.
"Do I know you?" the man asked pompously. I got up and put my hand on Conner's arm warningly.
"I would not expect you to remember." Conner replied tersely. Adams grabbed Conner by the arms, holding him back. All I could think of was Conner saying something stupid like: "Hold my earrings!" or "Hold me back bro! Hold me back!"
"Conner! There's someone I want you to meet!" Adams said and we both dragged the Native away. I heard Lee say something before we were out of earshot.
"Where is that novice?" Lee muttered "The Grandmaster will not be pleased." I narrowed my eyes at this, but decided to let the matter rest. Conner or I couldn't eliminate the Templar man here and in public.
"Sorry to pull you away like that." Adams apologized "But the last thing we need is the two of you coming to blows." Conner gave me a frustrated glance.
"He is right." I told him gently "Conner, you can't fight Lee. Not here anyway. You must bide your time." Adams nodded in agreement.
"Conner, Alice, allow me to introduce you to our newly appointed Commander-in-Chief George Washington." Adams said, pulling us both over to the man who was giving the speech. My eyes widened and I almost squealed. Conner caught sight of my expression and raised an eyebrow.
"Ah. So you are the ones who saved Sam and John at Lexington." George said. I smiled a bit, I didn't trust myself to speak.
"It was the patriots who did that." Conner sighed "We merely lent support."
"As humble as he is brave, we could use more men like you." Washington chuckled, shaking Conner's hand "And what about you my dear?" I widened my eyes in shock. George Washington was speaking to me!
"Like my friend said," I responded "We simply decided to lend a hand." Washington smiled and lifted my hand to kiss it.
"Actually..." I started "I prefer shaking. Thanks." Washington raised an eyebrow, but shook my hand nonetheless.
"I'm sorry, but if you'll excuse me I should attend to Charles over there. He looks none to happy to be passed over for command." Washington said. I glanced over at the Templar, he did indeed look butt-hurt.
"It was good to meet you Conner, you as well Alice." Washington continued. I grinned. George Washington said me name! BEST DAY EVER! I watched he strolled off and internally squealed. Conner turned to Adams.
"Tell me you have news of Pitcairn." He demanded. I rolled my eyes. Pushy much?
"I'm told he's taken shelter in Boston where he's guarded by a thousand Redcoats." Adams told us "The only way you're gonna get at him, is if we draw him out." My attention was captured and I leaned in slightly.
"How do you propose we do so?" I asked.
"We're launching an offensive attack against the city to do just that."
A/N- And scene! Woooooo! Bunker Hill is up next and it's gonna be awesome! I'm so excited. BTW, I want to congratulate a fellow classmate who bothered my about this story until I updated. Props to you for getting me to break.
Jacob- That's disappointing love. I expected a bit more will from you.
Savespot- Oh! Hello Jacob!
Desmond- *Coughs*
Savespot- *LONG SIGH* Hi Desmond...
Desmond- That's better. In reply to Konnoronhkwa-
Savespot- Hold the phone. First of all: I didn't give you permission to do the reviews and second of all: How did you say that so flawlessly?
Desmond- I spent most of these games relieving my foreign ancestors and the rest traveling to different countries to get power sources for the Animus. I think I would be pretty good at pronouncing things in different languages by now.
Savespot- *Blushes* Oh...
Desmond- Anyway, in response to Konnoronhkwa- Even though this story is really lame, I gotta agree that the character is funny.
Savespot- You do care! *Tackles Desmond in bone-crushing hug*
Desmond- HELP!
Jacob- *Sigh* Remember to favorite, follow, and review.
That's all for today! Catch you later! -Savespot