After some digging and collaboration with the Rooks, Evie managed to find out where the Templars were holding her brother. She stood on a roof across the street from the fortress in the city of London. She stood patiently, quietly observing the patrol routes, access points, and any street activity she could use to her advantage. She figured Jacob would be in the more heavily guarded room so she would have to make her way to the other side of the building, first floor. She slipped her hood on and went to work. Not only did she have to figure out a way in, but also a way out for both of them. Not knowing the condition of Jacob made that last part a little harder. He was tough and could take quite the beating, but even he had his limits. She looked towards the roof, only a couple of snipers. She could pick them off, but then would have to find a way back down. Something on the ground caught her attention. People.
There was a group of people almost in a riot about something she couldn't make out, but she thought she could use this. With a determined smile she shot her rope launcher down a couple house and ziplined before letting go and dropping to the road. She hurried to the crowd before a Templar spotted her.
Evie listened to the group complaining and agreeing and getting more and more agitated. "You know who the cause of all this is?" She shouted, and the gathering turned and faced her. "Those men in that building have taken it from you!" She pointed to the place where Jacob was. "And they will keep it up until someone stops them! They may be stronger but we have the numbers!" Evie had no idea what was going on but the people were with her; shouting, stomping, and clapping at her words. This must be how Jacob feels addressing the Rooks, she thought. "Let's fight for it! Show them we are not afraid!" And so the riot began. The men grabbed what makeshift weapons they could get their hands on and marched right up to the Templars. Evie walked in the middle of the mob to go unnoticed. The mob yelled and pushed at the Templars as they tried to hold them back, confused by the sudden outburst. The distraction was just what Evie needed to slip inside, right through the front door.
Evie exceled at stealth, unlike a certain brother she had, so making her way unheard or seen was effortless. She made her way down the hall, taking care of any Templars that might get in her way. She hid behind a corner and waited patiently for one of the guards at Jacob's door to walk away. Once he was out of view she whistled. The lone guard stirred, a confused look on his face. He looked left then right then slowly walked in her direction. Once he was right next to her she pulled him over and slammed his head against the wall. He fell to the ground motionless. Ruffling her way through his coat she found the key to the door. Even though she could pick the lock, this would be faster and she was ready to get Jacob and get out.
She made her way to a locked door. Surprisingly there weren't as many Templars as she was expecting. They captured a Frye and barely had any security; something wasn't right the more she thought about it. Evie went to unlock the door when she heard "Hey! You! Stop!" with quick reflexes she instinctually threw a knife in his direction. He fell in silence. Evie froze for a moment, making sure no one else heard the commotion. Once satisfied, she unlocked the door and carefully opened it. In the corner of the elegantly decorated room was a barred cell where Jacob was slumped against a corner.
"Jacob…" Evie whispered to herself. He looked awful and she feared the worst. Rushing over she knelt down to his level and placed her hands on the bars. "Jacob!" She yelled quietly, not wanting to alert the guards she didn't have time for. "Jacob!" She raised her voice slightly. He stirred, stretching his arms above his head.
"Evie, dear sister, about time you showed up." He yawned then bared his usual stupid grin. Evie, however, was not amused.
"About time I- Is that really all you have to say?!" She snapped.
"I've been here for hours. I got so bored I took a nap. So yes, about time." Jacob egged her on. "I'm sure you and Greenie had a splendid time; but Evie, I think you need to work on your priorities." Evie stood up.
"My priorities? I'm not the one sitting in a cage with a hangover, dear brother. I mean really Jacob. You look awful." She looked at him closer. "Are you bleeding from your ear?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Jacob stood up and walked over to her so they were inches apart.
"Courtesy of one Mister Harrison." He tilted his head so Evie could see the damage. "Are you going to let me out or are we just going to stand here and catch up?"
"I have half a mind not to." She sighed walking over to the lock. He walked with her, standing patiently at the door. Taking out her lock picks she went to work, frantic footsteps were heard from above.
"Almost done there, sister?" Jacob asked, gazing upward.
"If you would like to do this please, be my guest." She answered, not looking up from the lock. "Would have saved me all the trouble." She said under her breath. After a moment the door creaked open and Jacob stepped out inhaling like he was in a dusty cellar this whole time. Evie just rolled her eyes. "Come one." She laughed lightly. Her life was definitely more interesting with Jacob around. They both made it to the room door when it flew open revealing barrels of guns pointed at them. They took steps back as the Templars stepped forward. There were more then Evie remembered coming in. The Templars moved aside, guns still trained on the twins, as someone of importance walked threw. Standing at the head was none other than Ms. Lucy Throne. Jacob leaned over to Evie, not taking his eyes off of the Templars.
"I thought you took care of her." He whispered perplexed. When there was no response he glanced over to his sister. She had a look of anger and frustration mixed with guilt and shame, if that was even possible. Being twins, Jacob could easily pick up on Evie's expressions.
"So predictable, Miss Frye." Thorne spoke in a smug tone. The twins took another step back, trying to figure out the best way to proceed. Evie slightly nudged Jacob and pointed with her eyes to the window. Jacob followed her glance then returned her gaze in agreeance. "You two are quite something, trying to take London from the Order; but you both have one weakness: Each other." Lucy Throne smiled deviously. "You just couldn't stay away. You had to come to the rescue of this pathetic whelp."
"Pathetic whelp?! I take offense to that Madam." Jacob chimed in, not taking this situation seriously.
"You were the one in the cage." Evie shot him a as-a-matter-of-fact look, almost agreeing with the venomous words of a Templar.
"Et tu, Evie?" Jacob joked. "Well, this has been fun." Jacob clapped his hands together. "But we best be going." In one fluent motion Evie took out her revolver and shot the window as they ran for it. The glass shattered just as they jumped through.
"After them!" They heard an angry Lucy Throne bark. The twins barely made it outside when shot came from in front of them. More Templars rushed over from the yard.
"Looks like we're going up." Jacob said, shooting his rope launcher to the roof, Evie followed within seconds. Bullets crashed into the building as the propelled themselves up. Once on the roof each sibling took down a sniper before heading off towards freedom. They were stopped when the roof filled up with Blighters. Once again having guns trained on them they backed up until they were on the edge overlooking an alley. They gap between the houses was too large for them to jump and using the rope launch would take to long. They would get shot before making it across. The only thing they could do was stand and wait for the Templars the catch up.
Lucy Thorne strutted over to the assassins. "I made sure to secure this area well. I will not let you two slip from me again." She hissed. Evie stood quietly, tuning out her surroundings, planning out their next move. Jumping wouldn't kill them, but it would certainly hurt enough for them to easily get caught. Fighting wouldn't be wise either; they were outnumbered and as soon as they moved someone would shoot. They could go willingly and figure out how to escape, which was looking like the best bet. She was still contemplating when Jacob grabber her hand. She looked at him, puzzled.
"I love you, Evie." He said solemnly. She was a little taken aback by this statement, was he giving up?
"I love you too, Jacob." She answered, not knowing what was going on through his mind. Then he jumped, with Evie in tow.
"NO! Shoot them!" Lucy Thorne roared once the assassins leapt from the roof. The Blighters rush over and shot down at the falling pair.
The assassins' fall turned into a dive as they prepared to land. In a thud the two found comfort in a pile of hay, horses scattering from the sudden intrusion. They hastily rolled out as bullets rained down near them and sprinted towards an unmanned carriage.
"You knew that was there right?!" Evie hollered over the gunshots at her reckless brother, who was climbing into the carriage seat.
"Of course I did." He lied, and she knew it. She jumped in after him and slapped the reins down on the horse's back.
"Come on, move it!" She barked. The horse took off at a gallop, spooked by the sudden contact. The carriage nearly tilted over when they turned out of the alley and into traffic. Horses neighed and slid to a stop, making way for the assassins. They heard a constable shout "That's way too fast!" as they barreled down the cobblestone road. A Blighter's cart came running from behind, shooting blindly in their direction. Evie moved the carriage over, trying to block the Blighter from coming next to them.
"I got this." Jacob announced, leaping onto the back of the carriage. Evie tossed him her revolver and he took a shot at the driver. The trailing carriage swerved and tipped over snapping the rigging. The horse kept running leaving behind the cart full of Blighters.
"Nice shot." Evie said when Jacob appeared next to her again.
"Did you expect anything less?" He smirked. She wasn't going to dignify him with an answer. Once she was sure they were clear she let the horse trot for a bit before pulling over in a discreet area so they could get their bearings. The poor horse breathing heavily as it stopped. Jacob jumped out of the carriage and placed his hands on his lower back, stretching. "Well that was exciting." He chuckled and turned towards Evie.
"Always is with you." Evie laughed. She jumped out of the driver's seat and yelped with pain, causing her to fall to her knees.
"Evie!" Jacob rushed over to brace her. He saw blood seeping through the back of her jacket. She's been shot. "All right, take it easy." He gently took off her topcoat to examine the damage. She winced at the movement. Immediately he noticed the hole in her lower back, but not in her stomach. There was no exit wound meaning the bullet was still in there. He slowly lifted her up, trying not to cause her too much pain, and placed her back into the carriage. He tucked her jacket under her head to make her more comfortable. Now that the adrenaline left her body she felt everything, even breathing caused her to wince and grit her teeth. They had to find a doctor, and fast. "Stay with me Evie." Jacob warned, getting into the driver's seat. "Come on girl, just a little more." He gently addressed the horse. He clicked and the horse set off once again.
Lambeth Asylum was the closest medical facility he could think of and thankfully he knew one of the nurses. He spurred the horse on as fast as it could go. He would never forgive himself if something were to happen to Evie. The wound was deep and she was losing a lot of blood. Having the bullet still inside could cause infection. He needed to hurry. "We're almost there Evie!" He shouted, hearing her groan when the carriage hit a bump. "Just stay with me!"
The horse slid to a stop right outside the front door to the asylum. Jacob leapt out and checked on Evie. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow. Jacob lifted her and carried her bridal style out of the carriage, putting pressure on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. "Evie, you have to stay awake." He told her as he jogged to the door. "Don't give up now, I'll never forgive you." He glanced down at her still form. It should have been him. He was the careless one, always getting into trouble. She was only there becomes of him.
Jacob kicked open the door to the only chance at saving his sister. "I need a doctor!" He bellowed. "She's been shot!" Out of one of the doors Florence Nightingale rushed over to the familiar voice. "Please, she's been shot." He said again, pleading to the nurse.
"Bring her this way." She said, seeing blood drip from under his hand. "Make haste." She led Jacob to a small room with a single bed. "Put her down there, I'll fetch the doctor." Jacob did as he was told. He took his sister's hand, not wanting to leave her. Within minutes a doctor and more nurses came flooding into the room. They shoved him out of the way to examine their new patient. "Mister Frye, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Florence gently escorted him out of the room. "I'll let you know once she's in the clear." She tried to smile at him, but he knew it was out of pity. The door to his sister shut, leaving him alone in a hall to process what just happened… and who would have to pay for this situation.