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Chapter 10
Six months later…
There has been no sign of Evelence and the Templars who had tricked her into their trap instead of Connor. He would always search through Boston with his horse to search the Winehouse they were once in, but he was losing hope. Connor had spent the past months, planning, searching to find his lost friend. It had crossed his mind once or twice if she had planned to assassinate himself, giving them information to the Templars. Achilles told him not to worry, knowing she was intelligent as he thought she'd be. Connor would shrug at the suggestions he had made and kept searching. He not given up on her, he swore to himself that he would find her alive and bring her back home safely.
For the past couple of months everyone would sit at the dinner table quietly knowing Evelence was kidnapped. They spoke to each other around the dining room, but Connor would sit in the basement eating, while planning for his next day. He indeed found Pitcairn all around from Boston, New York, and Lexington and Concord. What did he plan on doing? As for Charles Lee, he remained in Boston. He had heard about him by ease-dropping the recoats that would discuss on the corners or from the rooftops. Achilles would tell him to rest in order for him to keep continuing to search for Evelence. He too has grown depressed from her absence.
Her absence has made his missions easier, yet he missed the conversations they would have. The silence made him think easier, but it would have made his experience entertaining if he had company.
The battle of Lexington and Concord has ended and Connor made haste for Bunker Hill. He met a man named George Washington who is the new commander for the continental army.
"Hold and state your business!" he was halted by a man in a blue uniform with a musket in his hands.
Connor grabbed the letter from his pocket Sam Adams had given him during the meeting with George Washington, along with Charles lee, the man who burned their village.
Grabbing the letter seemed to alarm the man and raise his musket, aiming for Connor's head. Connor still made his way to the man without hesitation.
"I'm looking for Israel Putnam." He raised the letter. The man's eyes furrowed, glaring at Connor suspiciously.
"On who's orders?!" the man took the paper from Connor's grasp. Connor's eyes furrowed.
"Samuel Adams." He glared in response as well. The man adjusted his musket to open the letter, still glaring at Connor to make sure he wouldn't make a move. Connor just stood there, patiently waiting for the man to speak. His eyes darted and moved from side to side reading down the letter.
Moments later he handed Connor back the letter. "Follow me." The man instructed.
They both mounted their horse and followed down a trail.
"This is not Bunker Hill." Connor looked around the area of trees.
"Aye. It's Breed's." he replied. "There's been a …disagreement as to where we should encamp."
"Any news from Boston?"
"The Tories aren't moving. And every time we try to press them, we lose a dozen men. I think Putnam and the others plan to assemble artillery on these hills. A good shelling might make those redcoats rethink their strategy." The horse's hooves beat against the dirt.
"And what of John Pitcairn?" Connor added.
"That bastard has appeared time to time, to taunt us or send regards by way of cannon fire."
There was a slight pause.
"He'll have what's coming to him soon enough."
The conversation ended as they ended up at their destination. Men in blue armor held muskets in their hands. They all gathered up, a hundred or more, around the man with the chains and ribbons on his vest. "Putnam is just up ahead!" the man pointed at the men in charge. He was giving speech to the helpless men that were re-treating to safety.
A cannon ball charged its way passed Connor and crashed into a soldier. It was crying for help and screaming in agony.
"I rest my case." Connor glared at the man who gave up and went to retreat as well with the others.
This man who no leader, nor was he a hero. He showed nothing to his soldiers except for the option of fleeing. The only words he spoke were not encouraging. Connor's eyes furrowed as he followed the man named Putnam.
"I'm going back to Bunker Hill! Good day gentlemen!" he waved behind him not even noticing Connor approaching him.
"General Putnam?"
"What!?" Putnam spun around, irritated that someone got in his way.
"I am looking for John Pitcairn. I was told you were able to help me find him."
General Putnam laughed as he removed the cigar that was between his teeth.
"He's hiding in the city with no reason to leave. So as long as that ship continues to assault, we'll never flush him out." He pointed to the ships far ahead to the end of the city. The docks.
"What if the ships were silenced?" Connor suggested.
"Then poor john will be forced to get off his arse and come forth."
Connor nodded and crouched down to pick up the American flag with thirteen stars formed in a circle.
"I shall signal this flag for my success."
"And I shall speak fondly of you at your funeral." He left leaving a cloud of smoke in his face.
Connor waved the smoke and glared at him in disgust. The man only thinks of negative things, never trying. Connor will prove him wrong.
Connor placed the flag in his jacket and slid down the steep hill to enter the city. Fire and smoke were rising from houses. Cannons were still being fired towards the city causing more fires. People were still making haste to safety, hoping they would live. Most of them, as he watched, suffered from injuries as they lie in the ashes and dirt.
He continued to run and avoid contact with the cannons that were being fired.
Once he was towards the docks he saw men in blue and red armor on with muskets in their hands. They fought with the red as the red fought with the blue. In his mind, he wondered what they were fighting for. Liberty? Justice? And who were they fighting for? It puzzled him. He fought for his freedom, liberty, and justice, for his people. It had crossed his mind about what they fought for when he passed those men, or why they had joined this war. Each and one of their families would be hoping their father will come home with welcoming arms to their children and toddlers. Some men would not come back.
He pushed and swiftly passed through to those who were in his way. The blue would cheer while the red would spread their anger. Words filled with hatred. He knew that the blue had positive thoughts.
The glistening water spread across past the vanishing point not even the eye could see. He jumped in the air and held his breath before diving in to the open water.
He reached up to the surface to catch a breath. His arms extended out slicing through the water to make his way to the two ships that were causing damage to the cities. As his head tilt to catch his breath, he could hear the echoing bombs being launched under the water and above. It sent a tingle shock wave through his body and up. It was uncomfortable, but he still kept pushing on to reach the ships.
His hand reached a hard wooden board. It was the first ship he ran into, the one he had to plant a bomb on. He could hear the men chatting aboard, but the conversations they had grown quieter and quieter. They moved from one direction to another having their backs on Connor. Before climbing up, he checked through his inner pockets to make sure the bombs were set. He adjusted his foot to where he would start climbing. Once he was balanced, he started climbing up the ship.
The men voices were louder and could be heard clearly from where he was before.
Patiently, he waited until the men showed their backs. Several seconds later he climbed aboard without making a sound. His hands rummaged through the inner pockets of his jacket to reach the bombs. Carefully not alarming them, he planted the bomb in the center of the ship, tying the ropes against the bombs. No one seemed to notice what he was doing. The redcoats were busy talking to one another about the men in blue. He pulled the leather knot from the bomb. The men smelt the air, smoke and began pacing back and forth to search for the bomb.
By then, Connor was hiding under water, far from the ship enough to where he wouldn't be blown to pieces. The bomb exploded sending men flying in the air and into the water. He blew one ship down. This caused the bombing to slow down. Stealthy he managed to swim across to meet the other ship. Each stroke he would make he could hear the men panic and chat aboard. They already knew what was going on, this was expected of Connor. He dove under water then sprung out of the water, extending his arm out to catch an area to climb on. The men remained pacing around the ship ordering to launch the cannons and into Boston. Again, he was patiently waiting for the men to turn their back against Connor's. Minutes passed when he stopped himself from climbing aboard to hear one of the redcoat's conversations.
"Heard the young assassin in joining us." One of them said to the other.
"But what has happened so far, not sure if she's joining us."
"I'm sure Pitcairn will find away to-"
"Back in your places, men!" The pair of redcoats were startled and did as the man, who seemed to be in charge, asked.
Evelence.
They were talking about Evelence, his partner, his friend. There was a feeling in his stomach he could not describe. It was as if his energy had been refilled.
What were they planning? The question was, what was Pitcairn planning to do with Evelence?
This made him ask more questions in his head as he headed on board. He pushed his thoughts away to save for later and continued on with his mission. He counted then climbed aboard without anyone realizing. Once more, he rummaged through the inner pockets of his assassin outfit and planted the bomb on the ship.
"You there! Stop!" he was spotted. He quickly pulled the leather knot that was being placed in the bomb and climbed up to signal the flag.
"Halt!" Only several more seconds.
"Aim!" he ordered the men to aim.
"Fi-" the whole men on board was blown off from the ship. As Connor climbed up he heard the men screaming in agony. They all landed in the water and floated. Moments later as he continued to climb he heard a snap from the stem of the sail he climbed on. Connor climbed as quickly as he could to reach to the flag. He quickly jumped to the other stem of the sail. He watched as the stem broke and landed in the water. All the bombing had stopped. It was over. Connor's heart beat was slowing now. He made his success and grabbed the flag he folded in his pocket to replace the British with the American Flag.
The flag was waving rapidly with the wind as if the spirits were proud and excited from his victory. He could hear the roar of men cheering for the victory they had made. They raised their muskets in the air still cheering and ranting victory. Connor curled his lips into a grin before diving into the water. This was the definition of hope, he thought.
Minutes later he saw a patriot and an extra horse that was waiting for him. Connor nodded as a thank you and mounted his horse. The patriot gestured for Connor to follow him back to Putnam.
"Putnam is held at Bunker Hill!" he shouted from behind. "He is somewhat thrilled by your actions."
Connor raised an eyebrow, trying to understand his last choice of words. The smoke filled the air and up into the clouds replacing the color of grey into a greenish color. On the ride back he already dried up from the water he swam in. Minutes later they arrived at Bunker Hill where Putnam was giving a speech to the men.
"And above all else men do NOT fire until you see the whites of their eyes!" The men cheered as some of them finished saying their prayers. Putnam sat down and glanced up at Connor.
"Well, I'll be damned, you did it."
"That was quite a speech." Connor glared at General Putnam.
"Well, such words have carried us this far." He placed the cigar right back into his mouth.
"What of Pitcairn?"
General Putnam slightly paused inhaling the cigar directing Connor to follow him.
"He has left Boston, as I said he would. He set camp at Moulton Hill." He pointed in the direction to where Pitcairn was. Connor grabbed the scope Putnam handed him and looked through the sphere glass. His words were spoken truthfully. Pitcairn was there, ordering his attacks sending fire to those who fired them back. Putnam explained his plan, but it would take too much time to stop Pitcairn.
"There is no time. I will have chance at direct approach."
General Putnam chuckled under his breath, "That's twice today you proposed the impossible."
"I see no other choice."
General Putnam blew a cloud of smoke into midair, "That's because you're as mad as a march hare, son."
Connor's eyes furrowed and turned his head towards General Putnam.
"I expect an apology in my return." General Putnam then puffed a cloud of smoke as he chuckled once more.
Connor then looked in the scope once more to plan where he was going to sprint first.
Pitcairn was giving orders still as the men in the field kept firing. He then glanced back up at the Pitcairn. It was Evelence he was talking to Evelence across the field. The feeling in his stomach was happening once more. He did not understand this feeling. It regained his energy.
Pitcairn was planning with Evelence, which meant she must have been helping him throughout the months. Evelence then spotted at what Pitcairn was pointing at. It was him.
Connor fumed with anger and headed into the field. He watched as Evelence suddenly disappeared. His heart began to race hearing the cannons being fired from across the field. Men in the blue were being tossed and thrown across the battle field.
Connor moved swiftly through the battle field hiding behind landforms that were tall enough to hide. He stopped, ran, hid. It was all in a pattern. Some of the men pleaded for his help. Connor helped the men and placed them in a safe place.
After running and stopping he finally stopped at the end of the woods where Pitcairn's camp at was.
He caught his breath than began running up the hill. He quietly and stealthy entered the camp through some bushes. Evelence was standing behind him. He could hear their conversation more clearly from where he was hiding.
"Perhaps more in the field you could do damage, I see we have no other option." He explained.
"I expect you to kill Connor." He instructed.
"Yes General Pitcairn." She disappeared in the woods. Her voice was not childish, it matured. She grew fiercer. For a few moments there was silence in the area.
Then Evelence came rushing back and mounted on Pitcairn's horse placing the hidden blade in Pitcairn's throat. Connor stood back and watched as the blade made it all the way through the Pitcairn's throat.
Everyone around stopped and watched as well, their mouths hanging open. The men had an astonished expression on their faces.
Evelence then glanced at Connor. Her eyes filled with hatred and fire.
"Get her!" they all aimed for her and shot. Evelence was too quick for them and moved swiftly into the woods. Connor followed sprinting on a log to climb up the tree branches. He was free-running through branch to branch, careful not to fall or slip.
"Evelence, Stop!" he tried to speak while running through the branches.
Evelence ignored him. He was getting closer towards her, only a few feet away. Connor quickly planned out where he would catch her and fall. Only a few feet ahead would he catch her into a small bush pile.
At the right moment he finally grasped her hand and held her waist, embracing her as they fell into the bush.
They both winced as they landed into the leaves and branches.
He covered her mouth as they heard the redcoats pass by them.
"Where'd they go?" they called out and searched. The searching lasted several minutes until they could no longer hear the marching and chatting of the Redcoats.
Connor glanced down back at Evelence. Her brows were still furrowed as his hand covered her mouth.
"Evelence." he released his hand away from her mouth.
"Connor." She added with the new voice she had.
"We must not make a scene here." Connor insisted and pulled her out of the bushes and branches.
"Like you did months ago, leaving me in the woods by myself?" she exclaimed, throwing her anger out at him.
"What would you have me do? You led me into what I thought was a trap. It turns out you were the one that was lead into that trap." He argued.
This left a blank expression on her face. "What do you mean?"
"They told you to direct me into the trap they had, but it was you who ran into it. They had caught you to receive information about Homestead and what our plans might be." He explained returning the anger towards her.
"They did not mean to comfort you and encourage you with such words during your absence. They gave you the pleasure of comfort and encouragement so they could receive the information out of you."
Evelence brows furrowed.
"Achilles had told you this, yes?" she replied.
"Yes."
Evelence chuckled a bit, her expression still the same. "I assumed so."
"We must not waste time here." Connor then added.
"Yes, they will find you soon."
"What do you mean?"
"I have something to seek for myself." She pulled out a letter from her assassin outfit. The last time he had seen her was when her outfit was loose and baggy. It seemed to fit perfectly. She had grown taller but was still shorter than him. She wasn't chubby, she was fit. She could pass for young woman. It surprised him by how much she has changed throughout the several months she was gone.
"Here is a letter you must deliver to General Putnam." She placed the letter in his hands then took several steps away to run. "I grabbed the letter when I assassinated General Pitcairn." Connor then grasped her arm.
"Where are you to go?" Connor raised an eyebrow.
"To search for my mother." She repeated glaring down at her arm. "I now know where she is and can keep tracking her." She explained.
Connor released her arm and nodded.
"I will meet you at Homestead, I promise." Evelence rolled her eyes and waved before sprinting up into the trees.
Connor then whistled his horse to return back to Bunker Hill.