The next evening, David entered Manhattan Island and spied from the rooftop of a building. Below him was a plump man in his late forties. Twenty years ago, the plump man had become David's father. The plump man was known as John Pykes. When David became a slave, he had changed his surname to Corsei to prevent any suspicions of a connection to his father.
John Pykes was in New York City to give a speech on his donation of one thousand pounds to the British government. Being a businessman, John had quite a few enemies. Coincidentally, one of his enemies was a Templar. David was here to protect John Pykes from being killed, and if possible, kill the Templar enemy of John Pykes.
As John made his speech, David scanned the crowd for suspicious individuals. He finally came upon three suspicious men with hats on. David spotted hilts on their waists, which meant that those three men had swords. David eyed the three men carefully. The three men were slowly closing the gap between them and the makeshift stage where John Pykes was making his speech.
Soon, the three men unsheathed their swords and were about to climb on the stage. David leaped off the building, releasing his Hidden Blade at the same time. He landed on the first man, killing him instantly. David got up and engaged the second and third men in battle.
He parried a blow from the third man, wounding the third man in the abdomen at the same time. David then unsheathed his Dirk and slit the throat of the second man. The third man snarled and mocked, "You think you're great now, killing one man! Let me tell you something, hooded lad. The guy you just killed was a damn amateur at fighting, so there's nothing for you to be proud about!"
"Talking is a waste of energy, you should learn that. Maybe you can apply it in your next life," David said as he thrust his Hidden Blade into the third man's heart.
David pulled the Hidden Blade out, sheathing it and the Dirk in the same second. He then turned around to meet his father, who was cowering behind the makeshift stage. "It's alright, you can come out now."
John Pykes peeped from the side, then coming out a second later. "Thank you, young man! May you be blessed! Say, you look a little like me when I was young. Fit and handsome."
David bowed as a tear rolled down his cheek. "Remember, John Pykes? About twenty years ago, in Africa, you had a night of passion with an African tribeswoman?" John shook his head, but David could see he was lying. David continued anyway. "You then left the next day. But you didn't know a child was born. I am that child."
John now had tears rolling down his cheek. "And I thought I would be childless forever," he joked weakly. John then embraced David in a hug. David sobbed as he pushed John aside lightly.
"Father, I am sorry. But now, I lead a different life. I pursue a noble cause, one more noble then your nobleman origins. This may be the last time I meet you, but may I ask you if you know where the man you know as Gabriel Carsa?"
"Carsa! That little shit! Did he send those mercenaries after me?" John spoke his name as if it were a curse. David nodded sadly. "It is presumed as so."
"I'll be damn glad to tell you where he is. He lives in an inn in the village of Rhinebeck, the inn is called Beekman Arms Inn, I believe."
David thanked John, then left. He reported the information to Percy, then Sergeant Elvin Hawkins. Percy told David, "You do not need to, I will send an Assassin there to kill him as soon as I can. Now, you should rest."