((So he found Evelence yay! So happy I loved that mission at Bunker Hill and that's probably why I have a 92 in History haha! Anyways, hope you enjoy this new chapter of mine. Again, sorry it's taking so long, I've been busy with school. Don't be a possum when you can be a platypus. Don't be a platypus when you can be a lobster. It's an inside joke. Hope you enjoy my chapter! PRESS DA REVIEW BUTTON!))

Chapter 11

Evelence grew quiet since her return to Homestead. No one was frustrated. They all welcomed and greeted her with such kind words. It made her feel safe and warm again in the home she now lived in. For the past couple of days since her return, everyone had thrown a welcome celebration. As for Connor, he still did not know whether to trust her. The atmosphere around her was unusual than normal. The atmosphere around her were filled with a mysterious mist, a cloud of questions in Connor's mind. It made his stomach twist and turn, there was something she wasn't telling him and Achilles.

"Hun, I think Connor has stared at you for the past hour everywhere you go." Prudence told Evelence on their walk around Homestead.

"He still doesn't approve my trustworthiness as he used to." She made no expression as she replied.

"He thinks my opinions with the Templars still remain. He thinks I have given them information about us and the brotherhood, about Homestead, and about Achilles."

Prudence looked up at Evelence's eyes and lifts her chin.

"It has only been a couple of days, give him some time. I am sure he'll change his mind, darling." She kissed her cheek.
"I am not so sure. He won't speak, this concerns me so. I have so many things to apologize for, but I still think of what I have done that has really concerned the people at Homestead, nothing. He thinks only of negative thoughts of me because I spoke with the Templars." She paused to take a break.

"At the Tavern, there were some things I agreed about the war, about making peace. The Templars to want the same thing, but differently through power. I believe there is a chance between the brotherhood and the Templars if we show it through a peaceful way instead of using violence as we usually do. We should not have to keep arguing and killing for another thousand years, perhaps more. I believe there is still a chance for both the Templars and the Assassins."

Prudence looked up at the young woman.
"And I won't prove you wrong. All we have done with this country is showing the people how to change through an act of violence. Yes, I believe there is a change, do not prove me wrong. I believed this myself when I was younger. People like us will judge us by our skin, call us slaves. In time, I believe this will all change. I still have hope, and the Lord will have hope for all of us." She pats Evelence's shoulder.

Evelence sighed and continued to ponder.

"We talk about changing yes, and so did I and the Templars."

Prudence raised an eyebrow, listening for more of their conversation.
"Time to time Haytham would speak of what he called it, "The New World" he had always dreamed of. He would tell me how he would like to stand with the Assassins to seek what we both seek out, our freedom. Every day the world he once dreamed of has been slowly fading away. He too believes that someday the Assassins and the Templars would come together and make peace. It will take a slow process, but in time it will be worth it."

Prudence nodded her head. "I believe so too."

After their walk ended she came to approach Achilles in his office. Once she arrived, Connor was already there arranging plans perhaps with him.

"Ah, Evelence, come in." Evelence did as he asked and sat down at a nearby chair.

"I have called you hear to discuss the matter of the Templars. During your absence I was curious to know what made you stay longer than you should have. You could have easily slipped past without them noticing."

"Or is it you still do not trust me."

There was a slight pause.
"I mean no harm, I intend to ask you a few questions before moving on to future missions." He explained.

"I did not discuss about our plans, nor did I discuss anything of the matter of turning my back against the brotherhood. I simply discussed what they wished and hoped of."

Achilles leaned in closer to listen, "Do tell."

"Yes, there were some things that may have made me stay longer than I'd thought. Before I go further with the discussion we are having, I did not and repeat did not help the Templars with anything expect escorting their supplies to the Tavern they were held in." Her brows furrowed.

Achilles nodded and allowed her to explain.

"I had stayed because I had taken an interest to see the Templars and the Assassins want the same thing. One the Apple of Eden, and uniting. Yes, there are events that have happened, caused by the Templars. But the leader, Haytham, has different opinions through the events to which he has caused. He believes that one day we will show a change through the act of peaceful words instead of violence and more wars. This is what I want to, but perhaps in time the Templars and Assassins will unite a thousand years after my death."

"Perhaps it is not clear to you. He talks about future and uniting with the assassins, but he has not shown anything to where we can unite and simply become allies. He ordered Johnson to take and purchase our land, in case you have forgotten. He has caused many things in which I have run out of forgiveness. Yet you think they can change?" Connor stood up from the chair he was sitting in and drew closer to Evelence, explaining and warning her.

"This speech my father gave you were nothing more than false words. This is not what they truly want. Power is what they truly want, what they keep searching for." He added.

Achilles stood up from his chair and placed a cane in between them both.

"It is not best to argue in such a time like this." Achilles sat back down and placed the letter Evelence gave to Connor in the center of the brown, wooden table.

"They plan to assassinate George Washington. I am not surprised by this, though we should still be careful on how we are going to plan this out." Achilles warned the both of them, looking at them straight in the eye.

"Thomas Hickey volunteered to assassinate George Washington." Evelence shot up.

Achilles laid his eyes on Evelence's. It was no surprise to him that she would know. After all, she was with the Templars. Achilles knew she would get some information out of them somehow, just how he taught her. Connor laid his eyes on Evelence's as well, curious to know more about the Templars plan for assassinating George Washington.

"I overheard their conversation just before I arrived at Bunker Hill." She continued.

"They plan every plot they attempt to make at a tavern called the 'Green Dragon'."

"It is best if we move along now before they have already moved out. Judging by how I assassinated Pitcairn, I'm sure Haytham and the rest will flee to another city or tavern." Evelence stood up looking down at both the two men. "Shall we go?"
Achilles looked toward Connor and nodded. "You both get along."
Connor nodded and followed Evelence from behind.

"And do not try to do anything reckless!" Achilles called out before they reached the door. Evelence looked back at Achilles and let her lips curl into a smirk.

Connor continued to follow Evelence while they both were slightly jogging to Boston. They did not speak to one another. It was best to keep their mouth shut anyways. Connor would argue back which would only slow them down from their mission.

Evelence whistled to call for her horse. A black mane trotted out and stopped to the side of Evelence for her to climb on.

Evelence climbed on the horse and looked down at Connor who also whistled for his horse to come.

A brown and white spotted horse rushed over for Connor to quickly hop on the saddle.

"It'll make things quicker for us."
Connor only nod in response and followed Evelence's trotting horse which soon raced its way to the Frontier and into Boston. Her horse was rather quick and had not seen any horse like hers before. It was pure black, nothing like the horses Achilles has.

"I'm pretty sure I'm on the redcoats 'wanted' list after what I did at Bunker Hill." She sighed and looked at Connor.

"What do you suggest?" Connor looked around and watched as the redcoats were on guard duty.

"Well, for a start, disguising myself. The entrance won't do me any good. I need to grab one of the dresses that are hanging on the racks behind those houses over there." Evelence pointed to the clothes that were hanging from the racks behind the houses that were guarded by the redcoats.
"You think you can manage without being seen?" Evelence chuckled.

"This is no game. We have no time for your childish nonsense. I will grab them, but do not expect me-"

"Connor just get them, we don't have much time." Evelence rolled her eyes, not wanting to argue with him.
Connor was already blending with the crowd to reach past the guards to get the pieces of clothing Evelence had asked for.

During his short little mission to grab the dress, he kept pondering about Pitcairn and Evelence. It made him curious to why she had assassinated Pitcairn in front of Connor. Was it to beg for forgiveness? Or was it simply an apology? It did not matter to him. He still had an uncomfortable feeling around her. The atmosphere wasn't right. She wasn't her normal self. Yes, her appearance and her personality had changed ever since she returned to Homestead. She hadn't been discussing with Achilles as often as she had several months before she was gone. Instead she spent her time mostly planning and sorting things out down in their basement where only Connor, Achilles, and Evelence were allowed to go in. That is where she spends most of her time. Evelence had always told Achilles she found her mother and is tracking her down so they could go back to the village and live in peace as they had once did before.

"What do you expect do with those hidden blades and training I have taught you?"

"Do not worry Achilles. I will attend to my missions even when I have saved my mother. I promise."

Achilles always worried about her and cares much for her. Connor often thought about what it would feel like to be protected from someone who cares about him. It had never occurred to him, only when Achilles would chat with Evelence.

He shook his head from the thought and grabbed the dress. Quickly and stealthy as he could, he blended in with the tall green grass up until he met with Evelence.

"Took you long enough," Evelence complained and grabbed the dress from his hands.

"You should be grateful that-"

"Hush and turn around." She glared at Connor and went behind a house that was nearby a lake.

Connor tilts his head, confused by her words.

Evelence was stripping of her assassin clothes until her bare skin was showing.

Connor blinked a couple of times and turned around quickly, his face flushed red.

A few minutes later he grew impatient and called her out.

"I think it would be best to hurry."

"Let's go then." She wore a green looking dress that had sleeves extending out to her fingertips.

Her hair was pulled back into a lair while the rest of her hair cascaded below her breast area.

"Can I put these in your bag?" she pointed to her assassin clothing's.

Connor nodded and grabbed her garb to place it in his sack.

"It's best if you stay farther than me. People around will grow suspicious." Evelence suggested.

Connor nodded once more and stood a good amount of distance. Evelence placed her feet in the brown laced boots. She lifted the dress to place her throwing knives in the sack strap on both of her thighs.
Once she was done she decided to walk casually past the guards who didn't suspect a thing. Instead she didn't even look at them, not making eye contact with them. She looked as if she were a normal citizen in Boston. They reached Boston and that was when Connor could approach her easily and almost stand next her when he was blending with the crowd. She paid to attention to the men whistling and winking at her. She paid no attention to anyone that judged or complimented her by her beauty.

The night was approaching and this was when more people flood the streets. Mostly throwing parties and sobering themselves for celebrations. Connor wasn't interested in parties. He believed there was no time for such things. It would interfere with his missions.

Drunken men threw glass bottles into the street in front of Evelence. She stepped over them carefully and remained walking and looking around.
"Excuse me," Evelence tapped on a woman's shoulder that was picking out what type of food she should buy.

"Yes miss?" she turned around looking at Evelence's eyes.

"Do you know where the Green Dragon is? My uncle has come back to town, and I haven't seen him in a long time. Perhaps you know where it is?"

"Of course you follow the road we are on the take a left, then right at the next stop near the store that says 'Harley's and Henry's supply shop'." She pointed out directions for Evelence to understand.

"Thank you, you have been most kind." Evelence gave the woman a warm smile and bowed politely.

"You are so polite, if only there were more young women like yourself." The woman returned the smile and admired Evelence. Connor continued to pace through the crowds, gently pushing women and men to make his way through to catch up to Evelence.

"Here we are." She returned to her normal self.

"What do you propose?"

"Climb on top of the roof. Ease-drop if you see Hickey or anyone from their little group they have."
"And you?"

"I will go in and try to ease-drop on some of the guests that might know about the Templars. Mostly the Bartender will know more about the gossip and the activities going around town." Evelence took several steps forward to enter but was stopped by Connor grabbing her wrist.

Evelence glared down at her wrist and then back at Connor.

"You will be easily detected if someone sees this." He gently took off the bracelet that was made from Evelence's mother. The bracelet was woven with beads in zigzag pattern.

"Thank you." She blinked a couple of times before entering, ignoring what happened.

Connor placed the bracelet in his sack and looked around to see if anyone was following him, or spied him from a distance. Then his eagle vision appeared for him to observe the area. There was nothing but redcoats patrolling the area. His vision went back to normal and began to circle around the tavern, looking for an entrance to ease-drop and spot Evelence.

A window was half open at the top of the tavern. Connor looked around once more. No one except people passing through corners were walking past the guards. Connor began to climb, grasping his hands and legs on metal or brick platforms for him to climb up on. The crowd was loud and cheerful, filled with enthusiasm and drunken people. He finally climbed to the top to the half opened window then quickly jumped to the side only to leave a trail of rocks crumbling down from where he was climbing. Connor cursed the native language he spoke under his breath and remained quiet, careful not to attract the men in the tavern. Connor waited several moments until he peered inside. No one was in the upper floor of the tavern except for a lady who was sweeping the floor.

Connor let out a sigh and climbed in, walking to examine the scrolls and papers to find on the desk. There was something wrong about the atmosphere around here. There were papers and scrolls lying around the wooden table. It wouldn't make sense for them to leave such information scattered across the table. It was a decoy.

Connor pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. It had already been too late.

He then searched for Evelence who was scattered in the crowd somewhere. He used his eagle vision to find Evelence in the room. In the center of the crows Evelence was placing her hands up and down Thomas Hickey's chest. She whispered something in his ear, this caused him to laugh.
Connor tilts his head in confusion at the scene she made. Everyone was dancing and cheering now.

Evelence and Hickey were dancing the same way everyone around them was dancing.

Evelence giggled and laughed along with Hickey. Perhaps he did not know it was Evelence? Her appearance looked different, but it was easy to tell it was Evelence the way her silky straight hair cascaded down to her breast area. Hickey was so drunk perhaps to notice her.

Her tactics improved the last time he has seen her. Using the techniques Achilles told her to use was quite helpful considering she charmed Hickey through her choice of words. Hickey was so sober he passed out on a nearby table. He chuckled and threw his bear at the wall.
Evelence let the corners of her lips curl into a smirk and walked off into the crowd to blend in.
Evelence glanced up at Connor, motioning her eyes toward outside.

Connor escaped out from the window he came from and climbed down to meet Evelence.

Evelence glared at Connor and smirked.

"This is no time to play games."

"Yes, but I have informatoin. Hickey was too drunk and his breath smelled as well." Evelence rolled her eyes. "You should learn to smile once in a while. It wouldn't hurt."

"What was the information you received?"

Evelence sighed.
"He was planning to meet Haytham somewhere in New York. I've heard that place is guarded by over a hundred redcoats. You must be careful."

"What of you?"

"I'm not the one who keeps asking, 'where is Charles Lee?'" Evelence rolled her eyes again and moved past Connor. She was stopped once again.

"This is not a game. You may think it is fun and games, but it is not. Continue to act as you are, and you could get yourself killed."

"I am not playing games. Games are for children. You may think I am doing so, but I am only speaking the truth." Evelence pushed past him and walked ahead of him.

"Where are you to go?" Connor called out.

"Heading back to Homestead to pack some things for New York, you coming?"

Connor nod his head caught up with her, exiting out of Boston and into the Frontier.