We watched a man who was caught in a snowdrift inspect his wagon.
"What do we do?" I asked Conner.
"We confront him, duh." Nate replied. I turned my head to scowl at him.
"You can shut your trap." I hissed "I don't care if your older, I will literally punch you if you try to demean me again." Nate smirked.
"Ooh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover." He teased. I glanced at Conner.
"You're gonna have to hold me back." I told him "Either that or hold my earrings, it's up to you really." Haytham glanced at Conner.
"I don't know which one is worse." He said. Conner nodded slightly and I scowled.
"Oh yeah." I scoffed "You two get to know each other over some tea while I throttle my brother. Trust me, it'll be a great bonding moment for us all." Conner scowled at me and I stuck out my tongue.
"Let's go and confront him." Ordered Haytham "We haven't got all day, children." I rolled my eyes and followed him and Conner out of the bushes with Nate trailing behind me. We walked up to the cart driver and I smiled as pleasantly as I could. Conner loomed over the man.
"Are you Ben Church's man?" He asked. I face palmed as the cart driver took off.
"I'll take that as a 'Yes'." Nate commented.
"Well played." Both Haytham and I sarcastically said. I turned to the Templar with a raised eyebrow. I am the sass-master thank you very much! I rolled my eyes and followed Conner as we both ran after the man.
I watched as Conner slammed Ben Church's man into a tree.
"It was not wise to run." Conner said dangerously. I smiled under my hood and crossed my arms.
"What do you want!" Yelped the cart driver.
"Where is Benjamin Church?" Conner demanded.
"I don't know!" Replied the driver "I was riding for a camp just North of here where we normally unload the cargo! Maybe you'll find him there!" A gunshot was heard and I instantly covered my ears, turning to the source. Haytham.
"Enough of that." Haytham said calmly. I turned to see the cart driver laying dead in the snow.
"You did not have to kill him!" Conner snarled.
"Let's not waste time with all this pointless banter." Haytham instructed "Go catch up with the rest of Churchill's men. Infiltrate that camp of theirs can see what you can discover."
"What about you?" Conner demanded.
"Never you mind!" Haytham snapped "Just do as I ask." I turned to Nate.
"Nice side you picked." I snarled at him and followed Conner to go find the camp.
I peered out of the hedges. Conner and I had in fact infiltrated the camp, but we were trying to be stealthy about it so we could gather information.
"So about your dad..." I said as I stabbed a guy in the throat "What's his deal?" Conner put a finger to his lips.
"Right, right..." I mumbled "But it's just, and I hate to tell you this, but he's kind of a- Oh, what's a good word? Ass." Conner didn't reply and took off. I sighed and followed.
"Look what we found!" Announced a man. i peered through the bushes to see three men. Two were holding Haytham and the third had my brother's arms pinned behind his back. The two men forced Haytham to kneel and the man holding Nate kicked the back of his knees. Nate fell with a grunt and almost landed in the snow.
"They was creeping around the camp all suspicious like!" Announced the second man holding Haytham.
"Must be Yank spies!" Chimed in the man holding Nate. A taller man walked over, he seemed to be in charge.
"Ah, here's something else." Said the man in charge "Something special. Isn't that right Haytham? Church told all about you."
"Then you should know better than this." Haytham warned. I rolled my eyes. I have literally have only seen you shoot a man point blank Haytham, I'm not seeing much skill. The boss man (Which is obviously what I call the man in charge. Duh.) punched Haytham.
"You're not really in the position to be making threats." Boss man told Haytham "Are ya?" Haytham glanced over at us and I felt my stomach twist. Did he really think we were going to help him? Oh yeah, that truce thing. Dang.
"Not yet." Haytham mumbled. I rose with Conner and we both took off. Conner took out the guys holding his father with his tomahawk and I took care of the Boss man and the dude holding my brother quickly with my hidden blades. I looked up as more men filed into the clearing, holding guns.
"You have got to be kidding me." I sighed. I took a deep breath before running towards the men. I quickly disarmed one and shot another with his gun. I spun around to face the disarmed man and hit him in the face with the gun. Haytham said something, but I couldn't make it out over the men shouting. Something about meeting him in New York. Say what now?! I turned to see Haytham and Nate leaving. Are you kidding me?! Conner yelled something else at him, but I was more focused on not dying than their argument.
"I really hate your dad!" I yelled to Conner. He ignored me as we both kept fighting, eventually killing all the men. I bent over, my hands on my knees.
"This...*wheeze* is the worst *wheeze* truce ever!" I panted. Conner nodded in agreement.
Conner and I both walked into the docks where Haytham told us to meet him.
"Evening Conner." Greeted Haytham "Nice to see you Miss. Keen. I see you made it here in one piece." How did he-? Right, my brother works for him. Speaking of which.
"No thanks to you. Where's my brother?" I demanded. Haytham surveyed me for a moment before answering.
"He has other matters to attend to." He responded "But he did give this to me for you to read." He handed me a letter and I took it. I examined the white envelope and frowned at the torn red seal.
"You read it, didn't you?" I asked. Haytham smiled slightly.
"Indeed, I was just checking to make sure it didn't have any important content in it." He said "But it's mostly a bunch of nonsense that he has already told me." I scowled and pocketed the letter.
"You mistake my brother for a traitor." I spat "I assure you he is loyal, even if he has chosen the wrong side. He will serve you well." Haytham nodded.
"I do not doubt it." He told me "But I was merely being cautious." I scowled and opened my mouth to reply, but Haytham rudely interrupted.
"Benjamin Church is holed up in an abandoned brewery on the water front. We should be done with this by sunrise." He informed us.
"Good, I'd like to have those supplies returned as soon as possible." Conner said.
"We." I corrected.
"Of course." Haytham sneered "Wouldn't want to keep you from your lost cause. Come on then, follow me." I scowled.
"He's so British." I said and followed the Templar.
I looked over the quite city of New York from my perch on the rooftops.
"Tell me something." Conner said to his dad who acknowledged his request with a hum "You could have killed me when we first met, what stayed your hand?" I looked up, curious as well.
"Curiosity." Haytham replied "Any other questions?"
"What is it the Templars truly seek?" I asked, surprising both of them.
"Order." Haytham said, turning to Conner and I "Purpose. Direction. No more than that. It's your lot that means to confound this nonsense talk of freedom." I frowned a little.
"That's the thing Mr. Kenway." I said, walking up to the Templar "Our dream will be achieved, while yours will only exist in small portions. You can't have order, without chaos."
"Time was, you assassins pursued the far more sensible goal of peace." Haytham told us.
"Freedom is peace." Conner insisted.
"Oh no." Haytham corrected "It's an invitation to chaos. Only look at this little Revolution your friends have started. I have stood before the Continental Congress to listen to them stamp and shout. All in the name of liberty. But it is just noise."
"And this is why you favor Lee?" Demanded Conner.
"He understands the needs of this would-be-nation far better than those chosen to represent it!" Replied Haytham. Conner scoffed and looked away.
"It seems your tongue has tasted sour grapes." He countered "The people have made their choice! And it was Washington!" I blinked at that. Did he really not know? Even I knew that from History Lessons.
"The people chose nothing." Haytham said, just as the thought arose in my head "It was done by a group of privileged cowards seeking only to enrich themselves. They convened in private to commission something to benefit them! Oh they might have dressed it up with pretty words, but that does not make it true! The only difference Conner, the only difference between myself and those you aid is that I do not feign affection!" I winced as he said those words and bowed my head. That had to hurt.
We walked towards the brewery that Benjamin Church was holed up in.
"Hold a moment." Haytham ordered, the only words he had spoken since the fight. I crossed my arms and waited.
"Church you clever bastard." Haytham complimented/cursed.
"What is it." Asked Conner, his first words since the fight.
"I was hoping I could wave you past the guards, but he's replaced most of them with men I don't know." Haytham explained "Hm, well I should be able to pass without arising suspicion maybe even your friend here as well, but you." He started to leave but Conner grabbed his arm.
"No." He said firmly "We do this together or not at all."
"Then what do you purpose?" Haytham asked.
"I will find a guard who is off duty and take his uniform." Conner explained.
"Very well." Haytham agreed "I will wait here then."
"Of course you will." Conner spat.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Haytham exclaimed sarcastically "Would you like me to come along and hold your hand? Perhaps provide kind words of encouragement?" Conner waved him away and left angrily. Haytham turned to look at me.
"You're not going too?" He inquired. I silently sat down.
"No." I answered finally "Not this time." I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the brick wall of the alley. There was a brief moment of silence before-
"So you're Nate's sister then?"
I sighed and opened on eye lazily.
"Obviously." I grumbled.
"You don't seem to have a very favorable relationship." Haytham said "With all the fighting and such, but you are close?" I closed my eye again and pressed my palms to the sockets.
"Yes, we are close." I answered tensely "But I don't see how that's any of your business. And you shouldn't be talking about good relationships, considering that you and your son aren't exactly Little House on the Prairie." Haytham shrugged off my comment although he probably didn't know what I meant, but he got the jist.
"It's not fault, his mother didn't tell me she was pregnant." He said.
"Yeah, because that totally explains your Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader relationship." I scoffed "Conner I am your father. Join me or die. I WILL NEVER JOIN YOU! Yeah, you guys nailed the auditions for the new movie. Seriously."
"But where are your parents?" Haytham pressed "I've always assumed Nate was a runaway or something like that. I didn't even know he had a sister until this morning." I froze and looked up.
"He didn't tell you?" I asked cautiously, delicately.
"No, never."
"They're dead." I growled "Killed in a public shooting. Nate and I live with our Uncle Laurence, that is, we used to." Haytham didn't answer, just looked deep in thought.
"Good talk." I sighed after a while.
A/N- So close to the end! I actually don't know where I'm going to end this, but we'll see. I will also probably do a sequel and will most likely just post it on the same story. Anywho!
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