The dawn sun streamed into the room. Connor awoke, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. He glanced to the empty space next to him. He raised an eyebrow, where was Emilia? He pushed off the bed sheets and stood up. Connor peered around the room. Everything was in the same place as the night before. He scratched his head. His question was answered by a knock on the door. "Come in."

Emilia poked her head around the door. "You're awake!" She said before stepping fully into the room. "Does Achilles keep you up all night?"

Connor shook his head. "Where were you?"

"Making breakfast with Betty." She chirped. "Come on."

Connor followed Emilia downstairs and into the kitchen where the dining table sat. The smell of fresh bread hit his noise instantly. Connor forgot he hadn't had much to eat by how loud his stomach grumbled. The breakfast was already dished out on the bowls and dishes. Teacups were beside the bowls with hot tea steaming in the teapot. They ate their breakfast and talked about the upcoming event of the day, also they talked about how better Tom looked when Jake popped in to give him the new medication prescribed by the doctor.

Once they had finished cleaning the kitchen, Jake fetched Emilia's sword to get it sharpened at the blacksmith while Betty tidied up the house. That left Connor and Emilia to remove everything from the basement ready for Blackwell's interrogation. There was a chair for Blackwell, and a table and two chairs for Emilia and Connor and perhaps Tom. "What are you going to ask Blackwell?" He asked casually.

Emilia looked up at him, from tidying the table. "Why do you want to know?"

"I am just curious to know what you will ask."

She eyed him suspiciously. "I'm going to ask him who he takes his orders from, why he did what he did, questions like that."

Connor nodded, "Ok."

Emilia lingered a glance as he continued stacking the information sheets about Blackwell into neat piles before taking them up to the main house. He seemed to never be without his bow and quiver, or tomahawk, she couldn't blame him, she was never without her daggers. What did he mean by only being curious? Just that or something else? She shook her head a little and resumed her tiding up of the basement.

After they finished Emilia pointed out where they would drag Blackwell into the cellar. Instead of taking him inside they would enter though the external entrance so he wouldn't know where he was and couldn't find then if he escaped- it was a big if. They also prepared the cart they would transport him in because two strange people dragging an unconscious Templar agent through the streets would certainly arouse suspicion especially after his escort was killed. They would dump his body in the cart that was hidden not far from them, pretending he was ill, and take him back to the house.

Connor once again nodded at the plan and they agreed to get Betty to take the cart the park it in its hiding place. Betty appeared and they informed her on what she had to do. She nodded and hurried away to do her job.

"Can you swim?" Emilia asked out of the blue.

Connor blinked at her then nodded. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking about good places to dump Blackwell's body. Drowning him would be good idea because no one would look at the bottom of the sea. They'd be focusing on looking on land." Emilia replied. She rubbed her chin. "We could weigh his body down with rocks and dump him way out to sea." She sighed, "but we don't have a boat."

"I do." Connor announced, "but it is in the process of being repaired."

"When will it be completed?"

"In 4 months."

"Well that's not quick enough-" an idea struck her, "Philippe does owe me a favour..."

"We will use his boat." Connor stated.

Emilia grinned, "Ship. And yes, we'll use it. We'll take it out and dump his body. Plan sorted."

Connor nodded. He didn't trust how happy Emilia was getting talking about killing Blackwell and dumping the body nor did he like how she smiled thinking about it. She counted on that it would work and not fail, and if it did fail what would she do? Did she have a plan for that? Thinking about it might jinx it but you always need a backup plan.

Bringing Connor back from his thoughts was Jake calling for Emilia. "I've been summoned!" She said jokingly.

Connor followed her up the stairs from the basement and met Jake in the drawing room opposite the cellar door. He had returned from the blacksmith with her sabre, now more sharp than ever. Emilia was glad, there was no use fighting with a blunt sword. She tested out the balance and, satisfied, sheathed the sword.

"Right then," Emilia said grasping her hands together, "Connor, you and I'll make sure the rest of our weapons are ready for battle. Jake, once dusk sets make sure we leave no trail." Jake nodded. Emilia and Connor headed to their shared bedroom where they would check their weapons.

Connor's tomahawk, bow and quiver, and hidden blades where sound as where Emilia's pistols, daggers and sword. By the time they had finished it was gone noon. The bedroom door burst open. It was Betty. "Come in, Betty." Emilia joked. Connor raised an eyebrow, she already was.

"This is no time for your cheek, Millie!" Betty replied irritated. "It's Patrick!" Emilia jumped to her feet. "The British have got him for helping you and Mister Connor escape."

"Where is he now?"

"At the gallows!" Emilia's eyes widened and she sprinted out of the room, holstering her weapons, grabbing her coat and hat along the way. Connor speedily followed after her holstering his weapons too. They jumped down the stairs and dashed out of the house.

Tacking horses would take too long so they sprinted to the local gallows and blended into the crowd once they arrived. Connor clambered up a near building to get a better look at the gallows and large crowd. He spied Emilia in the crowd making her way to the front of the crowd.

"This man is accused of helping a criminal escape from our officers." A man was saying beside the tavern owner. Connor moved up a house to get a better look. Luckily it wasn't Jeremiah as he would surely notice Emilia's face in the crowd but he definitely put this man up to it. "... should anyone be seen helping this woman they will be held responsible." Connor's eyes searched the crowd for Emilia. He found her near the gallows talking to someone, he couldn't quite see who. He did see a couple of children branch out from the crowd doing something. The man at the gallows placed a bag over Patrick's head. "... shall be hung from the neck until dead." Whatever Emilia was planning she'd have to do it soon. The noose was wrapped around his neck. Connor looked at Emilia. She disappeared. His heart raced. Surely she wouldn't do something reckless in front of a huge crowd.

The trapdoor fell under Patrick's feet but before Connor could blink a dagger pierced the air and cut the thick rope in two. He fell to the ground. "Ignore him!" Emilia announced. Connor searched for her, she stood on the building behind the noose, her face was still obscured by her hat. He sighed, of course she would. "I'm not bad! It's you that is!"

"Get her!" The man shouted. Connor could see Emilia laugh before she took off along the rooftops.

The confused crowd started to follow the redcoats but a few stopped them and made them disperse. This enabled Connor to jump down from the rooftop and slip into the crowd to make his way towards the gallows. He noticed something off about the gallows as he got nearer, Patrick was gone. He sighed in frustration, no one told him anything.

Someone tugged Connor's trouser leg. He glanced down. It was one was Emilia's orphans. "Patrick is at the house." Connor nodded. "Emilia will meet you at the shipyard." Then the boy hurried away, merging with the crowd.

Connor hurried to the shipyard.