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Chapter 6

Six months later…

Evelence walked out of Homestead and found Achilles waiting for her. Evelence's eyes wondered around seeing friends carrying supplies in their hands to work and improve the land in Homestead. These people were rescued or helped by Connor and her. Whenever they pass by someone who needed their help desperately they would manage to help. According to Achilles, he said as long as they were to continue their missions, they could stop and help any man or women who needed their help as long as they worked. All these people who they saved agreed and did a great job improving the land. The grass was greener and the food they have on their plates taste better and better each day thanks to Warren and Prudence. Things had been a lot peaceful here and it had been less lonely with all these people coming in every day.

"Evelyn!" Achilles called for her. Her head turned around to Achilles who had asked her to walk with him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked worried there was another person that needed help. There were no missions she had on her list.

"I'm afraid this will be the only time Connor will not take you on his mission." He explained placing a hand on her shoulder. In response she made a confused expression on her face.

"Was it something I did for the past missions we had done?" she raised an eyebrow.

"No, you have done a wonderful job for the past missions you both had. I'm afraid this one is a little personal." His uncontrollable coughs started to kick in. He has had this problem for the past couple of weeks now. Evelence worried about him but he had told her it was just a cough, or he swallowed down the wrong pipe.

"Personal?" she pondered for a moment. "You mean as in his father personal?"

He waved a hand in front of her. "It's best if you were to not get in this situation. Connor had told me this himself to inform you that."

Evelence looked down and thought hard.

"It's best not to ask him once he gets back, I have a feeling he wants to avoid that." He raised his eyebrows then relaxed them to go back into the mansion.

She watched as he walked to the house safely.
"Personal?" she questioned herself. Hours later she had rode a horse into Boston to deliver a message. It seemed important noting that it was designed with a formal stamp in the middle of the back. It was a red rose with thorns on the branches.

"Excuse me!" a boy her age walked up to her horse.

She looked up from her hood, "Is there something you need?" she raised an eyebrow, curious to know what the man had wanted.

"Cheer up, this is for you." He gave her an invitation. "My father told me to give you this whenever you passed by again. It is important." Evelence had the invitation in her hands and looked down to observe it. When she looked up he wasn't there anymore. Her eyes darted around to wonder where the boy went, but failed to find where he was.

"Important." Those were the same words she asked herself months ago before she met Achilles. The definition important meant change. In most cases she was right about her definition.

The last mission she was on with Connor had been important to them both. Searching for John Pitcairn was their main goal. They eased dropped in Boston and stolen plans, but still no sign of him. He had always been moving around, hiding like a coward. Ever since the war has changed they both have changed in personality. Connor has grown more serious in every mission and was determined to kill every single Templar that was on the portraits in their secret "basement" they would call it. Evelence worried he may grow up to be a serious person all the time, and grouchy.

For the past couple of minutes she has wandered through the Frontier with her horse Penny. The trail led up to the top of the hill where she could see the stone walls. Boston.

Many missions she had were in Boston, mostly where all the juicy gossip was. But juicy gossip meant more information to her which could direct her to her target.

The horse trotted its way to the entrance of Boston where the redcoats were heavily armed. They eyed her carefully seeing if she were to make a move. She pulled on her assassin's hood to prevent them from seeing her face. Achilles told them never to take their hood off unless they are at Homestead. He would tell them it is too dangerous for them to know your true face.

Evelence dismounted her horse and walked the rest of the way into town. Corner through corner, building to building she would notice more and more redcoats would pass by. It was like New York, everywhere you would go the redcoats would be there. It made her feel uncomfortable and walked faster to her destination at the next corner near the docks.

She approached the man who was expecting a delivery. "Thank you kindly!" he bowed his head in respect. Her response was the same and walked back the way she came from.

The sun was high in the sky by the time she arrived back at Homestead.

Dismounting her horse, she took the invitation she had received and held onto it to discuss with Achilles. She entered the house that was always quiet and peaceful. Room to room she could not find him until he suddenly appeared behind her.
"Evelyn, you return so early." Evelence handed him the invitation she had received from the boy at the Frontier.

"It is from a nearby friend of yours I hope?" Evelence wondered if it was for Connor instead. She had not read it and was waiting to see the look on Achilles face. He turned the invitation over and didn't seem astonished. Instead, he chuckled at the invitation. "It seems as if you are invited to a party."

A party? She had no time for parties. There was important business to discuss.

"It's not the type of party you would think." He handed it to her to read.

"Dear Mr. Kingsworth,

Congratulations! You have been invited to join the celebration of a successful victory for the Order. We thank you for all the help you have provided us and wish to see you at the Boston's finest restaurant,

"Stephan's Winehouse." We will be meeting in the evening when the sun can hardly be seen. Those following guests we have are, Thomas Hickey, John Pitcairn, and William Johnson. We hope to see you there!

Sincerely,

Charles Lee

Evelence slammed the paper on a nearby desk, "I have to find Connor, I'm sure he would want to know this immediately."

"Calm yourself child, he has his own mission to attend to. Yes, I agree we have to inform him about this, but in a calm manner." He glared at her with his fearsome eyes.
"This note was given to you by whom?" he asked.

"A boy near the frontier, his father told him to bring this to me."

"Did he say anything else?"

"Nope," she paused. "The moment I looked at the invitation, he seemed to disappear." She remembered the strange disappearance.

"How curious." He made an uncomfortable face and paced back and forth in the room before speaking another word.

"I fear this may be a trap." He wondered about the note for a while.

"You never know, I can at least try-"

"No, I do not want to take the risk, it's too dangerous. It is strange for a boy to give this letter to an assassin this easily."

Evelence didn't argue, "Fine."

"You must think about what is expected from people and what's not. Be careful when receiving information." He pointed a finger to her and returned to his room.

Evelence opened the door to go back outside again.

Achilles has always pushed her in her missions and training, but for some reason he had been the opposite today.

"What has gotten into the old man?" she fumed with anger and rode her horse to go to Boston. She was going to attend to the party.

She had arrived in Boston and that was when the sun was barely showing off in the horizon.

Everyone was returning to their homes to catch supper, or to run some errands. The letter had said

"Stephan's Winehouse," is where they would meet and she had found it. The horses were lined across and could tell they were here. She opened the door hoping to not see Charles Lee or the others in the crowd with other people. She would have to assassinate them carefully in the crowd.

Instead there was nothing in the Winehouse. Everything was empty and dark.

She took a few steps and felt uneasy about the Winehouse. It had an eerie and dangerous feeling to it like an abandoned house.

They door slammed shut behind her and the lock clicked. She let the blades escape from her wrist and looked around wondering what on earth was going on.

The floors creaked and made strange noises as if someone were walking. She took a step forward raising her hidden blade to warn the enemy. Only a man with a hat jumped at her and grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth.

"Gotcha ye' lil' breeches!" he laughed. She bit his hand and escaped then suddenly was grabbed again by the same man. She tried to figure out who it was, but couldn't hear his voice enough to decode who the man was.

"Oy!" he yelled. "I've got er'!" he shouted. It was Hickey. It was his signal to light the candles in the Winehouse.

She tried to throw him over and kick, but he blocked that by squeezing her tight. It made her wince in pain and bite his hand again.

"Sorry, can't do that!" he laughed and looked above.

"Let her go." She recognized that voice, that voice that rang in Connor's head.

"But…"

"Do as I say Thomas," he raised his voice. Hickey blinked a couple of times before letting her go. She quickly turned around to place the blades in his chest but was stopped by a gunshot.

"I don't think so." She turned around and saw him point the pistol at her. It was him, the one that Connor had in mind the picture on the wall.

Charles Lee.