Connor and Emilia hid themselves on the roof of an Inn just outside Fort Monmouth. Their horses were tethered to the fence below them as to not alert the guards they were there. They could see the men busying about inside and the patrols increasing outside. "No doubt that's for us." Emilia whispered to Connor as two men on horseback left the Fort.
"Yes." Connor nodded. "They know we are coming and will not let us in without a fight."
"Then I suggest we find our own way in." Emilia nudged Connor's shoulder in the direction of a hay cart headed for the Fort. "Or we use the trees."
"Why not both?" Connor suggested.
Emilia smiled. "I like it. You take the trees, I'll get the cart. If one of us is captured then kill Blackwell no matter what." Connor nodded his head. "I'll see you on the other side."
"Likewise." and with that the pair separated. Emilia ran to hide in the hay cart while Connor hurried to a nearby tree and climbed up it. He leaped from branch to branch until he was near the Fort perimeter.
He peered inside the Fort, looking at the men hurry about preparing for his and Emilia's arrival. If only they knew they were already there. Connor jumped down and landed in a hay bail. He peered through the hay. Marching about the Fort shouting at his men was Blackwell unaware that he was soon to die. Connor spotted the hay cart outside the doors. It was stopped by the guards and they started to prod about it. Strangely they didn't find Emilia. Then he noticed a head of brown hair poking out from behind of the barracks opposite. It was Emilia. She had managed to jump out of the cart and hide without being seen by him or the British.
She hadn't noticed Connor in the hay as she carefully climbed up the building. He jumped out of the hay and rushed to a bush opposite. "You there! In the bush." Two men grabbed Connor by the arms and dragged him out of the bush. He struggled to get free as he was forced to kneel in front of Blackwell.
"Hello there, boy." Blackwell said. "Where's your friend, Emilia?" Blackwell spun around, gesturing around him. "Nearby perhaps?"
Connor stayed silent.
"Do you speak English?" Blackwell drawled.
Again Connor said nothing and looked confused. He hoped the distraction would give Emilia enough time to kill him.
Blackwell sighed frustrated. "Anyway, boy, you're going to tell me where she is whether you speak English or not."
Connor looked confused again. Did this man know Kanien'kehá:ka? Probably not. On the roof above Blackwell Connor noticed Emilia. He made sure not to look in her direction and give her away.
"Where is that annoying Assassin?!" Blackwell demanded, hand on sword. "Where's Emilia?!
Emilia leaped from the roof and jumped onto the Templar agent, stabbing him in the back with her hidden blades. "I'm here." She kicked him onto his back and let out a breathless gasp. "You deserve to die for all your horrific crimes. Why did you do them?"
"I don't need to explain myself to you, girl. You've investigated me more closely than anyone, I won't tell you want you wish to hear. But know this," he coughed and blood trickled down the sides of his mouth, "when I'm dead I'll still haunt you, I'll follow you no matter where you go... I'll tell Mister Halon that you say hello."
Blackwell's laughed, blood gurgling in this throat and he died. Emilia closed his eyes and stood up, "Rest in peace."
The calm before the storm was over. The guards hit battle stations. They charged at the adolescents and Connor and Emilia cut enough of them down to sprint out of the Fort but with many following them. They mounted their horses and raced away, Emilia shot at the pursuing guards. Connor and Emilia spurred on their horses to ware the out. After a while they rode through a river and into thick forest.
They slowed once they were satisfied they weren't being followed. They trotted down s forest lane. Emilia smiled happily. "Ha, it's over. He's finally dead. I may not have found out what I wanted to but I'm glad he's dead."
"I am to." Connor said.
Emilia sighed with a content smile. "Now, so many families can sleep in peace knowing Blackwell will never hurt them again." She glanced at Connor, "Felt good too." He nodded at her.
They rode on a little more, listening to the sounds of the forest until Connor spoke, "Are we to return to Boston?"
"I am." Emilia said. "I still need to find that mole, remember?"
"Of course."
"You can come back to Boston and help find them."
Connor paused for a moment. Achilles wouldn't mind if he was gone for a few extra days nor would Faulkner- he'd understand. The Native American nodded. "I will return to Boston and help you."
Emilia couldn't help but grin. "Thank you. I'll race you." She spurred on her horse and Connor took off after her.