David reached Victor's house almost two hours later. Victor opened the door and gasped as he saw David. "You look terrible, David! Come on in, get treated as quickly as possible." Nodding, David limped in and Victor got some men to treat his wounds.
"Is Percy dead?" Victor asked as his men treated David's wounds. David managed to nod and Victor smiled. "Looks like it was a tough fight," Sergeant Hawkins remarked. "Obviously, he was a Master Assassin. I intend to lay low for a while. The life of an Assassin is harsh, and I'm afraid it's taking its toll on me."
Victor and Sergeant Hawkins agreed. "I'll get the message passed to the Caribbean Assassins," informed Victor.
Five years later, it was 1742 and David was now the owner of an inn called The Comfy Inn. He gave about a quarter of the profits to Victor, as it was Victor who had given David ownership of the inn. It was a peaceful life he led now. The Comfy Inn was a two-floor building with four rooms for people to stay in, which was all on the second floor. On the ground floor, there was a bar and a small check-in area. The first floor was where David worked and lived.
One day, five men barged into the inn and began messing up the place. The five men were armed with swords and daggers. David went to investigate and found out that they were all mercenaries. The first mercenary saw David and pointed at him. "Are you David Corsei?"
David nodded and questioned, "What are you doing to my establishment? Leave at once!" The mercenaries surrounded David and the first mercenary ordered, "Kill him!" David was unarmed and he had not fought anyone for about five years, although David was still fit and agile.
Rolling aside, David got up as the third mercenary pulled back his sword and got ready to attack David a second time. He lunged at the third mercenary and pinned him onto the floor. David snatched the mercenary's sword and got up. He slashed the third mercenary in the gut and turned to face the other four mercenaries.
The fourth and fifth mercenaries were both charging towards David. David skilfully dodged the fourth mercenary's attack and parried the fifth mercenary's swipe. He used his free hand to brutally punch the fifth mercenary in the ribs. The fifth mercenary staggered backwards and David jump-kicked him in the chest, making the fifth mercenary topple.
Wiping the sweat off his face, David hastily defended against the first mercenary's strike. He spotted the first mercenary using his free hand to grab a dagger. David took the mercenary's wrist before he could do so and twisted it as hard as he could. The first mercenary grunted and the second and fourth mercenary replaced him.
The second mercenary tried to stab David. David moved to the mercenary's right and slit his wrist. The second mercenary howled in agony as he dropped his sword and fainted in shock. David pointed his sword at the fourth mercenary, who was perspiring nervously. "Surrender, now!" David advised. The first mercenary threatened, "If you surrender, mercenary, I'll make sure your family dies!"
David quickly disarmed the fourth mercenary and elbowed him hard in the back. He took the fourth mercenary's sword and turned to face the first mercenary. "Who sent you?" David questioned. The first mercenary sneered. "Since you will die in a matter of minutes, I shall tell you. It is Edward Braddock. Now, die!"
The first mercenary stabbed his sword at David, who dodged it effortlessly. David grabbed the first mercenary's arm and pulled it, causing him to move closer to David. There was the sound of sword ripping through flesh and muscle as the first mercenary froze. David pulled the sword out of the first mercenary and watched as he fell.
David dropped both swords and went to the first floor. Unlocking a chest, David took his basket-hilted sword and Hidden Blade and closed it. He then went to look for Victor Rackham.
Victor Rackham was now thirty-three years old and David twenty-seven. Victor now had a handlebar moustache and was starting to look like Sergeant Hawkins when he was Victor's age. Victor was surprised when he saw David with a sword at his waist.
"What happened, David?" a concerned Victor asked. David replied, "Five mercenaries sent by an Edward Braddock attacked the inn earlier today. I killed the leader of the mercenaries. The rest should be still alive." Victor told David to pause for a while and issued a command to some of his men. "Continue."
"The leader of the mercenaries told me that he was sent by an Edward Braddock. Do you know who he is?" Victor nodded. "Edward Braddock is a Templar and a soldier in the British Army. He has progressed through the ranks very quickly. At this rate, he could reach the rank of General in the next decade or so. He also has ties to Haytham Kenway."
"I suggest you go and find Achilles Davenport. He is more…connected to the Assassin Order. I'll give you the address." David's eyes widened when he heard Achilles' name. "He's here?"
"You know him? Yes, he came here in 1738, I think."
David went to the address given by Victor and knocked on the door. Achilles answered the door and shook David's hand. "It's been a while, David. About what, seven years?" David did the math and nodded. "Indeed, Achilles. It has been seven years."
Achilles invited David inside the building and together they sat, drinking coffee. "What brings you to my abode, David? I presume that something has happened and you want to ask me something?"
"Yes, Achilles, I have a question for you. Earlier today, five mercenaries attacked my inn. They claimed to be sent by Edward Braddock, a Templar in the British Army." Achilles nodded and told David, "And what, you wish to find Edward Braddock? I advise you not to, David. Killing Edward may provoke the British Army and that will be disastrous for the Order. Remember David, never compromise the Brotherhood."
David thought for a while before sighing and agreeing. "I guess you are right, Achilles."