Emilia leaned against a wall with her winter hat obscuring her face. She stood a few houses from the Fort to not draw unwanted attention to herself. Connor sat on a roof above her noting the guards and their patrol paths. He made sure to remain hidden so he didn't get caught. Emilia watched out for prying guards wondering someone was on the roof watching them. Once he had finished, Connor climbed down from the roof and returned to Emilia.

"I am done." Connor told her as he approached.

"Good." She nodded, stepping away from the wall. "To the tavern."

As they walked Emilia wrapped her coat tighter around her body. The cold air nipped at their extremities. Connor was cold but it didn't bother him.

They arrived at the tavern and climbed onto the opposite building. Emilia pointed out where they would hide while waiting for Blackwell to exit from the tavern midway through his journey. Then they left for the bridge. At the bridge they went over the plan and pointed out where they would hide.

They decided that being the better shot of the two Emilia would hide on the roof and snipe the escort while Connor hid under the bridge and take them out. The signal to strike would be Emilia shooting the first guard, and while stunned, Connor would rush in and take Blackwell.

"We'll knock him out and take him back to the house." Emilia said. "Got it?"

"Got it. The plan is sound."

Emilia's eyes twinkled. "Good." It would good to know someone else other than Tom agreed with the plan she spend nights making sure it was fool proof with many back up plans. "We'll wonder around town for a bit. You can tell me more about yourself." Emilia said.

Connor wasn't keen on the idea. Sure he thought she was a kind girl but a part of him didn't want to trust her even though a little part wanted to do so yet he had the funny notion that she felt the same as he. He nodded anyway.

The two strolled down the snowy streets of Boston watching the people go about their lives oblivious to the impending kidnapping. They sold their wares, making a living with only the threat of the British on their shoulders. Emilia tossed coins to the orphans that helped them get rid of the guards that once pursued them.

"Where are we going?" Connor asked as they wandered down a back alley.

"You'll see." was her answer.

They walked through the snow ridden streets and back alleys until they reached a building at the harbour. The two climbed up the cold brick building and sulked along the tiles before they arrived at the end of the roof. They sat on the roof with their legs dangling over the edge. The citizens bustled about blow them.

"I like to come up here for some peace." Emilia confessed. "Especially during troublesome times." Connor didn't know what to say so he nodded. "It helps me clear my head... I also like to watch the incoming ships for any illegal cargo or anything bad in general."

Connor nodded again. "It is a good vantage point for the harbour. It is peaceful too."

"Yeah." There was a pause as the wind gust past them. "So Connor, what's your story?"

Connor glanced at her then back to the open sea. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I do not think-"

"That you can trust me?" She asked. Connor nodded. "In truth I feel the same about you but trust is never my strength. My being is telling me not to trust you but something is telling me to do so."

"I have the same feelings, but I am willing to trust you if you are willing to trust me."

"Trust is earned, Ratonhnhaké:ton, and I doubt we have earned each other's yet."

"You speak the truth." Connor said with a nod. There was another pause. "As you have noticed from both my name and appearance I am a native. I was born in Kanatahséton, a Kanien'kehá:ka village."

"Ah, a Mohawk."

"Yes, my mother was a Kanien'kehá:ka and my father is an Englishman. My mother told me only some information about my father. Achilles has also told me more about him."

"What's his name?"

"Haytham Kenway."

"I know the name, and the face to match. He's not a nice man." Emilia said.

A pause followed. "Where are your parents now?" Connor asked.

"Still in England, no doubt. My mother rarely leaves England anymore and my father goes where ever the army takes him."

"Do you have any siblings?" Connor asked.

Emilia shifted, looking uncomfortable, and shook her head. "No, it's just me, you?"

"No. I am an only child."

"Well, it looks like we've both got something in common." Emilia said. Connor agreed with a nod. Something caught the girl's attention, her gaze drifting downward. "Hello, hello, hello, what do we have here?"

Connor followed Emilia's gaze down into the street below. A man was unloading crates of some sort from his ship when a group of redcoats marched up to him, demanding he do something- they couldn't hear over the noise of the crowd. Then a Regular shoved the old man and searched his cargo.

"I've seen that man trade, he supplies nothing but farmland equipment." Emilia said, getting up from the roof. "This isn't right."

Connor stood up too and shadowed Emilia as they climbed down the house onto the busy harbour. She marched up to the men, pulling down her hat, and put on her best innocent French accent. "Excuse me, what are you doing?"

"It's none if your concern, girl."

"The man you're harassing is my father!"

The tallest regular turned on his heels and stood towering over her. Emilia reacted by faking cowering. "Then I suggest you tell your father to hand over his cargo for an inspection."

With the other men being too busy raiding the old man's cargo, Emilia grabbed the man's arm and held a hidden blade to his stomach. She dropped the accent. "I suggest you tell your men to leave him alone."

"You don't scare me, girl."

"Oh," Emilia laughed a little, "you should." She pressed the blade a little harder, drawing blood. "Do I have to ask again?"

The towering man shook his head. He promptly turned to his men with Emilia's blade jabbing against his back. "Men, we are needed elsewhere. Leave this man. He is not worth our time." The men looked disappointed but listened to their superior. Emilia released the blade and gave the man a warning look, should you alarm anyone... I will cut you. The tall man didn't look back after that.

The old French man looked happy and relieved. "Merci, mademoiselle Mary. Those ruffians are always trying to think of an excuse to search my cargo and now that I was a few hours late they have an excuse. Merci beaucoup."

"It was nothing." Emilia replied with a smile. "Now hurry up and be on your way, I don't want them coming back when I'm gone."

The man nodded, thanked her again and rushed off to finish unloading his cargo.

Connor watched the whole thing in disbelief from behind her. She was wanted by most of the British in the city and she just strolls up to one, confronting him and accusing him of being a bully. He could have knocked her down and injured her or worse killed her on the spot for attempting an assassination. "That was careless!" Connor exclaimed once they were far from the crowd. "Did it not occur to you that your face is known around the city? Have you taken leave of your senses?!"

"My senses never left, Connor, I know that I'm wanted but I took that risk and even if they did notice me they still would've left him alone." Emilia replied.

"Take heed of your senses tomorrow. Do not take unnecessary risks. I do not want your carelessness to be your downfall." Connor stated.

"It won't." Emilia said.