Hey guys :) I have just started school again so I will be busy but I will try to update. I know not many will see this, but if you haven't check out LikeCrimsonBloodshed - he is doing an AC fic set in Rome which I would recommend to anyone - if you read, please review, I would like to see if the reaction is good to know if I should keep updating :) enjoy!

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Edward and Will stood in the training area of the newly renovated Havana Assassin Bureau – the headquarters of the Assassins in Havana. The Caribbean headquarters were located on an island known as Great Inagua – despite Edward's belief that the Assassins should stay among the people they protect. The building was a relatively large tower, with an organised workforce of administrators and Assassins themselves. Years previously, Templar influence had crushed the Bureau into a shack – until Edward arrived. Still, sometimes the Templars – on the orders of Thierry du Calors – would attempt to take it back, as it was a strong tactical position because of its close proximity to the people. That particular district was prospering under Assassin control – but Edward knew the Templars would soon attempt to take that prosperity for themselves.

Will had only hit three of the four targets, and in two of those in body instead of the intended target, the head. Edward had noticed how he had failed to deliver a killing shot to du Calors, so he had decided to begin Will's training with pistol skills.

So far it wasn't going too well.

Edward had never taught anyone combat before and was finding it difficult to keep his patience.

"It's okay, Will," said Edward reservedly. "Your reloading is fine, it's just the shot."

Will looked downtrodden. He had been working all day.

Edward considered a way to get the young, budding Assassin's confidence up.

"Wait here," he instructed, and dashed back inside the Bureau.

He returned with a bulging bag, and walked towards the bench where Will sat, wiping sweat from his forehead and drinking water from a canteen.

"Will," the Welshman spoke, "Get yourself over here lad."

The younger man plodded over wearily.

Edward offered him the bag, and Will took it, albeit a tad confusedly. He reached into it and pulled out two flintlock pistols made of dark mahogany. They were double barrelled with a golden Assassin emblem on each barrel, and golden metalwork on the firing mechanism. And, on the handle were a pair of initials:

J,T

Will looked up with a dropped jaw. Edward smiled sadly. "I had a look through the donated equipment cabinet and found these – your father donated them before retiring."

"J.T…" gasped Will, "James Thatcher!"

Edward laughed, "Yes lad. They are top quality firearms as well. They have rifled barrels, but load just as fast as a normal pistol. Not to mention the two barrels. They fire one by one – so together that's four shots without reloading."

Will grinned. "They're amazing."

Edward clapped his arm around his back; "I know, Will. I know."
Suddenly came a huge bell ringing, from the top of the tower. Edward snapped into action.

"That's the alarm bell, mate! The Templars are mounting an attack to take the Bureau back. Jayzus, I knew this would come. Load those pistols, Will – you're going to need them. Now come on!"

Edward sprinted towards the Bureau tower, before bounding and grabbing a handhold. Quickly he began to scale its walls, looking to find a vantage point on top. His days as a pirate, climbing ropes and masts had given him unbelievable agility, and like most Assassins he was a skilled free-runner. Will had spent his childhood climbing buildings and followed close behind, but there was no question of him catching Edward. Quickly they reached the top, and noticed the battle raging in the streets below. The Templars were attacking from two sides, and the Assassins were understrength with injuries and many off on missions. Little by little the combination of French and Spanish guards working for The Templars were pushing the better trained Assassins back towards the Tower.

"Will, as Mentor of the Havana Assassins, I give you control of the defence of the north side. I'll take the South."

"What?" protested Will bewilderedly, "I don't even know how-"

"Just follow your instincts!

And with that, the two took the Assassin trademark Leap of Faith into the hay bales below.