Returning to the house, Frank, Darko, Nikolai and George chatted inside. Apparently George and Frank had heard of each other but had never met in person.
"This man here is one of the finest pilots I know," Frank praised George.
"I'm one of the only pilots you know," George said with a laugh.
Frank laughed as well. "But I'm not exaggerating. Darko. This man used to work with Wright Company and Chalk's Flying Service in the United States before migrating to Switzerland."
Darko raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You'll have to tell me that story one day, George."
"Where will you go, Frank? Remaining in Italy is near suicide," Nikolai asked. "I'm able to remain here, but you must leave Italy."
George agreed with Nikolai. "How about Britain? The Assassins have a strong presence there, and you can continue serving the Brotherhood without as much worry for your safety."
"Darko, you've been to Britain before, haven't you? Tell me more what it's like," Frank requested.
"That was years ago, during the war as well. But I could tell it was a decent place to live in. Assassins have managed to infiltrate all walks of English society. An example is Sam Crowder, husband of the leader of the British Assassins, Dame Lydia Frye. Formerly a soldier, Sam now works as a Chief Inspector for the Metropolitan Police Service."
"Seems like a good place to stay," Frank said. "Alright then, I'll proceed to Britain."
Departing from Catania, the Junker F.13 made one stop in Paris-Le Bourget airport to refuel before finishing the journey at Croydon Airport in London.
The British Assassins' headquarters in London was a curio shop formerly owned by Jayadeep Mir aka Henry Green. Lydia Frye was waiting for them when they entered.
"It's been a good while, Darko Kerzhakov," Lydia said. "You've certainly gone far since the last time we met."
"You flatter me," Darko said. "Anyway, this man here is Frank Gatti, fleeing capture in Italy."
After chatting for a few more minutes, the Assassins dispersed. While George led Frank to his accommodation, located elsewhere in the city, Darko went somewhere else.
That 'somewhere else' was the Port of London on the River Thames. Darko saw the SS De Molay in the distance, with crates currently being loaded on board. Lydia had informed him that those crates were loaded with alcohol and the SS De Molay, obviously owned by Templars, was heading for the United States, where alcohol was currently prohibited.
Having been given a pouch filled with sticks of dynamite, Darko managed to get on the steamship undetected and began planting dynamite sticks around the ship.
Once all the dynamite had been planted, Darko ignited all of them starting from the ones at the bottom of the ship. By the time he lit the final dynamite stick on the main deck the ones on the bottom floor were starting to go off.
Seeing the private guards rush up the gangway, Darko jumped off the ship into the water and swam back to shore. Climbing out of the water, Darko saw the ship in flames, the fire spreading uncontrollably due to all the alcohol on board.
Returning to the curio shop, Darko reported to Lydia his successful mission. But it turned out that Lydia already knew that the job had been completed.
"You just mobilised a good portion of the fire brigade. If you look carefully in the distance right now you can see the flames coming from the SS De Molay," Lydia said. "That should teach the Templars not to attempt to smuggle goods, especially alcohol. Thank you for your help, Darko."
All was peaceful for the next few weeks or so and Darko was even able to do some business in the country. April soon arrived and Darko was needed once again.
"Spanish Assassins have reported that General Miguel Primo de Rivera has formulated a plan to take over Spain," Lydia informed Darko and George. "That wouldn't be as much as a problem if General de Rivera wasn't the Grandmaster of the Spanish Rite of the Templar Order, one of the largest Templar Rites in the world."
"What is the situation like exactly? I hear there's an ongoing war between Spain and Berbers. The Rif War, I think it's called. Does that play a part in General de Rivera's plan?" George queried.
Lydia nodded in answer. "General de Rivera plans to use the ongoing war in Africa to cause a 'political earthquake' in his home country. In the midst of all the chaos and confusion caused by this earthquake General de Rivera will take over the government."
"Ah, I remember. Melilla is likely where we have to be. I remember reading that the city was not attacked for fears of intervention by other countries, since citizens of many other European countries," George suggested.
"You certainly know a lot, Mister Dayton," Lydia praised. "You are correct, Melilla is where I planned to send you and Darko to. In Melilla you two will meet up with Master Assassin Johnny Guvera, a prominent weapons dealer from Brazil."
The Junker F.13 landed in Málaga Airport a day after leaving London. From Malaga Darko and George took a ferry to Melilla.
Johnny Guvera had a beard which made him look like an action movie star. He was dressed casually, with a plain white shirt and khaki trousers on, along with a top hat to compliment his outfit.
"So you two are the backup that Miss Frye promised me," Johnny said as he examined the men. "Decent Assassins by the looks of it. My name's Johnny Guvera, pleased to meet you."
"I'm Darko Kerzhakov. This gentleman here is George Dayton," Darko introduced.
Johnny was surprised. "I'll be damned. Master Assassin Darko Kerzhakov and ace pilot George Dayton to the rescue. Hope to have a good time working with you all."
Suddenly shots rang out outside, which caused Johnny to swear and grab his shotgun, a Browning Auto-5. "If that bastard will just stop that for a month I'll be grateful. I'll explain everything to you when I get back."