Connor had been able to get some of the things that Achilles had wanted, but unfortunately the general store owner did not sell wood, or at least the kind of wood that was needed to repair a building. The winter breeze was cutting through the teenager, causing him to shiver just a little as he looked around, trying to find his mentor.

The crowds in the streets of this large and awe-inspiring city were angry. The people were shouting and a few were fighting against individual guards, while groups of others joined to egg on the fighting. Why things had changed so drastically, so dangerously, the novice Assassin could not guess. He needed to find Achilles before things potentially got worse.

He found the old man standing near several barrels, hunched over his cane and watching the restlessness in the streets. Connor hoped that the other knew what was going on "What happened?" he asked, taking care not to speak too loudly, lest they attract unwanted attention.

"That is what we are going to find out. Follow me." Achilles answered, gesturing for Connor to follow him as they made their way towards what seemed to be the center of the chaos. There was more angry shouting from civilians, as well as fights breaking out between soldiers and aforementioned civilians.

As they reached the edge of a particularly large and vicious crowd, the air felt heavy, as though there was a thunderstorm about to break. The captain of the group of redcoats was trying to cajole the crowd into dispersing from the area, to go back to their homes. Several of the mob shouted something about crimes that the soldiers had committed, and that why would the soldiers not return to where they had come from.

Connor looked at the intimidating and vicious crowd, a growing sense of unease and fear as he looked through the crowd, trying to figure out if there was a source to all of this trouble.

Achilles tapped him on one shoulder, pointing his cane in a certain direction. "There."

The novice looked in the direction his mentor indicated. Connor saw a tall, well dressed man in a strange looking had, watching the mob and the frightened soldiers with keen interest, speaking with another who was carrying a bayoneted musket rifle. Time seemed to still as intense curiosity filled the teenager. Was that man…? The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them "Is that my father?" Wondering, and a brief desire to know how the older man would react if they were to meet. Connor turned to Achilles, wanting to know the truth.

'Yes." The old Assassin growled "Which means trouble is sure to follow. I need you to tail his accomplice."

Connor's focus was almost entirely on the man who was his father, though he did note the man he was supposed to follow for Achilles. Why did the old man mistrust his father so much? It was not something that Achilles had explained all that well, and with the prospect of his father so close… The young Assassin was rather distracted by the prospect of possibly meeting his father.

He only half-heard Achilles's words "This crowd is a powder keg – we cannot allow him to light the fuse." The old man was firm on this, and determined to stop his father.

But stop him from doing what exactly? And why was it so incredibly necessary to tail the man, when Connor might simply be able to go up to Kenway and speak to the man? "But-"

Achilles cut him off. What Connor had been about to say, he could not guess. "But nothing. Do as I say and go!" He needed to make certain that his new recruit did not get distracted by the fact that his father – and the wretched Templar Grandmaster – was so close. They needed to stop whatever underhanded machinations the Templars were doing.

Connor nodded and obediently trailed after the rifle-carrying man, making sure to skirt the edges of the crowd. The crowd jeered at the soldiers, egging them on to try and shoot them, to hurt them. Perhaps the citizens gathered wanted a reason to attack the soldiers en masse, but were waiting for the soldiers to attack first before retaliating?

It was only a little difficult to follow the man – the person he was tailing occasionally turned around to scan the crowd as they walked through a couple of side streets and to the back of a building, where a long ladder leaned against the wall, providing an easy way to get to the roof. Connor hid behind a fence, waiting and checking to make certain that the man was not looking back as he went up the ladder.

Once the stranger was on the roof, walking back towards the main square, did Connor run over to the ladder and climb up it as fast as he dared to, doing his best not to make any noise. Whatever was going to happen, whatever it was that the man was going to do, Connor was certain the man was going to do soon.

When he caught sight of the man again, the musket-carrying colonial had knelt down, and was aiming his rifle, either at the crowd or at one of the soldiers. The sound of gunfire would certainly set off both sides, so Connor carefully crept up behind the sniper and slit his throat with his tomahawk, to prevent the man from causing a panic. "Your plot is ended." He hissed at the dying man.

The other smirked, even as he drew his last breath, looking over at the opposite roof "Not quite…"

Connor looked over, to see the smug face of the man who had burned down his village after beating him up. Charles Lee! The arrogant bastard raised his pistol to the sky as Connor watched Lee in dawning horror and rage and shot it off.

This provoked the frightened captain of the guard to order his men to fire, frightened for his life and the lives of those under his command. "Damn you. Fire!"

Horror filled Connor as he watched and heard gunshots, trying to figure out what, if there was anything he could do. The ugliness of the situation rooting the teenager to the spot. His eyes found Lee, who smirked and backed away, pleased by the chaos and pain that he had once again inflicted on innocent people. He searched the crowd for Achilles, hoping that the old man hadn't gotten hurt or killed in the brawl.

Out of the corner of one eye, Connor thought he saw his father tap a soldier on one shoulder, and point in his direction. He ran off across the rooftops as soldiers shouted for him to stop or slow down. He reached the edge of the rooftop, knowing that the gap to the next one was too large for him to jump, so he leapt onto a lower roof, and tumbling off of the cloth roof, freezing on the ground for a couple of moments as he heard more gunshots. Connor rolled up, searching frantically for a place to hide.

He dove into a hay cart as soldiers rushed by, looking for him as the source of the trouble. He was starting to understand why Achilles was so suspicious and wary of his father, if this was the sort of thing that his father set into motion. What possible purpose would it serve to further divide the soldiers who were supposed to protect the people from the populace they were supposed to guard and protect?

Once the commotion seemed to die down a little in the small courtyard he was in, Connor risked leaving the hay cart to look around, leaning around corners, searching for Achilles, trying to find the old man so that they could leave Boston before things got any worse. He kept to the side streets, occasionally walking up alleyways to use his second sight to search for a blue figure in amongst all of the muted grays and glaring reds.

Hours passed, and Connor had found posters of his face with bounty money on them as he continued to sneak around the city, desperately searching for Achilles, starting to despair of ever finding the old man. He took down the wanted posters that he could find, edging away from the groups of stationary soldiers, and evading the roving patrols the best of his ability.

The winter's chill was starting to get to him, which was why the teenager risked going to a barrel with fire in it. Connor suppressed a shiver of fear, even as he extended his arms over the flames, to gain some of the heat he had lost in the frantic fleeing and searching of this large city. He needed to find Achilles. As tempting as it was to simply leave Boston –or attempt to sneak around the barricades to try – and go back to Achilles' manor, Connor would never forgive himself for simply abandoning the old man in a place as violently chaotic as Boston was at this moment. Nor, Connor wryly thought, would Achilles.

He turned his back, to warm the rest of him up on the fire, looking up at the sky, the stars shining down cold and distant, heedless to the pain and suffering below them. Connor straightened up, once he was warm enough to continue searching through the night. He had to find Achilles – the carriage they had used to get to Boston had been turned over in the ensuing panic and violence after Lee had shot his pistol, provoking the soldiers.

Connor climbed up the side of another building, sticking to the side of the roof that hid him from the main street where a majority of the soldiers were, when he heard a vaguely familiar and anger-inducing voice. "-master would like to have him found immediately. If we can catch and kill him, that should be the end of it, since the old man was trampled by the mob surrounding the square and killed."

It was Lee, talking to a group of men. It seemed as though he was giving them orders. Connor hid behind a chimney to avoid detection, waiting for Lee to be alone. Achilles had recently taught him how to do an air assassination, and given that in a one-on-one fight Lee had reach, weight and much more experience, it was best to take him out that way. The four men nodded and three of them left. One of them stayed long enough to smirk at Charles "An' I am guessing the big boss would like me to spread the news to others to look for the little Assassin. We do not want you to catch a cold in this weather, Charlie."

"Leave off, Thomas! I am required elsewhere, as are you. I think… I think the Assassin on the rooftop was… Was the child. He has to be dead before the Grandmaster finds him. Master Kenway would rather try to turn the boy than to kill him out of hand." Lee hissed anxiously.

The smug smirk on Thomas' face vanished, replaced by a panicked expression. "Are… Are you certain? You know that he ordered us to leave Her village and Her people be. To stop looking for the temple? I told you we should have killed the lad. Unless he does not remember what happened to him?"

"Oh, I am certain he remembers. The look of hatred and recognition on his face…You, and the other two he might not remember…But me? I doubt I would be so lucky." Lee answered. "We will make it look as though soldiers found him and killed him for trying to resist them, understood?"

"Yeah, yeah. I understand. Still, this whole mess might have been avoided if you had learned how to keep yer temper. Or just killed the boy." Thomas scoffed before leaving.

Connor reeled internally. Achilles had said that it was likely his father had ordered the attack on his village, or at least had a direct hand in it. But according to the unwitting confessions of two of his tormentors… That was not the case. His father was innocent and ignorant of what had happened. Why his father had caused this to happen, Connor did not know… But the fact that his father did not order the destruction of his village… A sudden weight seemed to have been lifted off of his shoulders.

Lee was muttering to himself irritably, not particularly focused on his surroundings. Connor took the opportunity to get into position, body tensing as he waited for Lee to get close enough. Once the Templar was directly beneath the eve Connor was lurking over, the novice Assassin jumped and landed, tomahawk raised high as he struck Lee down from behind. "You sought to kill me twice now. And twice you have done so without the direction of your Grandmaster." Connor hissed, watching as Lee's life was drained from him.

"Why…Do you look so… Familiar? Why would…That woman give a young stranger that necklace?" Lee asked, frowning in recognition at the talisman that Haytham had given Her. What was the importance of this brat?

"Haytham Kenway is my father. My mother was called Ziio by white men, until she burned to death by your hands the day you strangled me in the woods." Connor bit back, eyes flashing gold.

"I did not… Set fire to your village. That was done on the orders of a British commander." Lee rasped out before going limp in Connor's hands. This left the Assassin staring and utterly confused. The spirit who had told him to seek out the Brotherhood's symbol had implied that his father had a hand in the death of his mother, and would be a cause of the death of his people, and to stop that, he would need to join the Assassins to save them. Connor was convinced that though Lee had been a horrible person with many faults… As he lay dying, Lee had spoken the truth as he had known it. So who had destroyed his village? The spirit… The spirit had proven to be unreliable.

He needed to find Achilles. Lee and Thomas had implied that Achilles had been killed in the square where the shooting had begun, but Connor wanted to believe otherwise. He ran through the side streets of Boston, heart thumping loudly in his mouth as he went to the original scene of what was turning into a city-wide brawl.