Chapter 3
Revere
We went to Boston where the Sons of Liberty wanted to see me. It irritated me that they thought I was one of them.
"Are you sure this is wise? Asking for help from one of them?"
"They are good men."
She didn't argue and I knocked on the door before going in.
"Connor!"
Paul Revere put his hand on my arm but I shook him off. He introduced me to the other men in the room and then he looked at Sisika.
"Your friend?"
She nodded but said nothing.
"Not one for conversation I take it. No matter."
He told us to meet him on the Frontier. Sisika continued to remain silent. I wanted to tell her about my father, but I knew she would either try to kill me or run away. There was only one horse.
"There's only room for two and we need to hurry."
I looked at Sisika.
"I don't need a horse to cover just as much ground as one. I will follow you in the trees."
"Be careful."
She nodded and disappeared.
Sisika's POV
I followed them by tree and watched as they stopped at a house. They left a warning that the British were coming and then left. The next house gave us a surprise. Knife throwing was my specialty and it kept me from revealing myself. Two of them came to close to Ratonhnhake:ton and I threw my knives into their foreheads. When they were dead he looked up at me. I smiled a bit and he gave me a small smile in return. The next house held a different surprise. I saw a topless woman run away and then a pant less man came out. I looked away.
"Hello gents."
"Prescott? The British are coming, you need to rally your men. And uh…put on some trousers."
"At once."
I heard a door close and looked over. I dropped down and Ratonhnhake:ton looked at me.
"I believe these are yours."
He handed me my knives and I smirked.
"Thank you." I said.
"No, thank you."
I nodded and I followed them to Lexington.
"Welcome to Lexington my friends. Let's find Hancock and Adams."
We went to a large house just outside the town. We walked inside and one of the men looked at Ratonhnhake:ton.
"Connor, it's good to see you."
"You need to leave, the Redcoats are coming." he said.
He seemed to trust this man.
"So William's told us. Let them conduct their search, they'll find nothing."
"You don't understand. Pitcairn intends to kill you."
I looked at the man.
"I'm afraid it's true." Revere said.
"I suppose we have no choice then but to go. What of you three and this young woman?"
"Dawes and I will continue on to Concord. Connor its best you and your friend stay here and help John Parker hold the town. That will give us more time to spread the word."
They left and Ratonhnhake:ton looked at me.
"That was Samuel Adams, he can be trusted."
"I don't trust anyone. Not even you."
"I know."
"Yet you remain."
"I intend to gain your trust."
"That won't happen."
"Yet I remain." He said.
I smiled a little in amusement.
"You're serious aren't you."
"Very. Now we must go."
He started to walk away.
"Ratonhnhake:ton."
He looked at me.
"Who are you after that you would go through all this?"
He walked back and I looked up into his eyes.
"His name is Charles Lee."
I sighed.
"Kenway's right hand. It will be hard to get to him."
"I'll do whatever it takes."
I nodded.
"I believe you will."
His eyes had me trapped and I couldn't look away. He couldn't seem to either. It was strange due to the fact I'd only known him a little over a month. Both of us were after men who had taken something from us. We were more alike than I first believed. I found myself wondering who he really was, if he had hopes and dreams aside from killing Lee. Did he have someone waiting for him to come back?
"We should go." he said.
I nodded but we still couldn't seem to look away.
"Do I have something on my face?" I asked.
"No."
"Then why are you staring at me?"
"I could ask you the same question."
I did not have an answer for that. I saw his eyes move to my lips before quickly looking back into my eyes.
"It seems there is only one way to fix this." I said.
"What is that?"
I took a deep breath and kissed him quickly. He looked so surprised I almost laughed.
"Now let's go."
He slowly nodded and we walked off. The kiss wasn't meant to mean anything, but I found myself wanting to do it again.