Chapter 12

"If I were Will Curtis, where would I be?" Robert asked, as he gazed over the London skyline.

Next to Robert, Jacob was gazing out over London which was being warmed by the midday sun. They had been searching for Will Curtis for a little over a day now. But so far, they were having no luck.

"Evie said that her source had told her that he'd last been seen hiding by the river." Jacob said.

"Well, forgive me but I'm not going trust that your sister is reliable source."

Jacob sighed internally, this was not the first occasion when Robert had made some snarky remark about his twin. Although he really was enjoying having his old friend back in his life, the comments about his sister where uncalled for but he was choosing to ignore them. The last thing he wanted was to fall about with Robert again.

"Evie wouldn't tell me information if it wasn't true."

"Can you be sure of that?"

Jacob ignored this comment and continued to stare out over London. They were currently standing on top of one the many buildings in the City of London. While climbing up the side of the building had been difficult as Robert had no skills when it came to wall climbing, but they had somehow managed it. How they were going to get back down was another question. But that was not a question for now, the question now was what to do. The most logical thing to Jacob was to head to the river and follow the lead that Evie had offered. Despite the mutual dislike between Robert and Evie it did not mean that she would supply false information. She wasn't spiteful.

"We can't spend all day up here." Jacob said, turning to look at Robert, "What's the harm in looking into what Evie told me?"

"Because she'll be lying."

Jacob groaned, "Robert, how many times we are going to have this conversation. Evie wouldn't lie to me."

"But what if she is? Just consider the possibility that she actually is lying to you."

Jacob threw Robert a look, he was not about to argue over his sister. Robert held his gaze for a moment before throwing his hands up in the air.

"Fine. But is she has lied then me and her shall be having words."

Deciding it was best not to say anything Jacob turned and heading towards the edge of the rooftop. Getting down from the building turned out to be more difficult then climbing up, there were multiple occasions where Jacob had to grab Robert to prevent him from falling. It was a slow decent, but they both made it safety to the ground.

The pair travelled to the Thames where they found it bustling with people on the docks and ships trundling along the river. Trade thrived round the Thames as products could be transported easily too far off places. But this area was also where the Blighters had taken a liking to as they could easier get their hands on items which they could sell. The Blighter presence had increased substantially since the Rooks had taken their last territory from them. Robert was walking ahead of Jacob, he shoved people out of the way as he walked seemingly unaware of the comments that they shot at him. It was apparent that Robert did not process the ability to blend with a crowd. Jacob, on the other hand, slipped through the crowd with ease. His Assassin training enabled him to blend with the crowd. Although his sister was much better at blending in, Jacob managed to, usually, keep a low profile when he needed to.

As he walked through the crowd Jacob kept his eyes peeled, looking for any signs of the Blighters. The red shirts that they wore where pretty difficult to miss but it was sometimes possible in vast crowds to lose sight of them. A flash of red suddenly caught Jacob's eye, it had only been for a second but he had defiantly seen something red. Moving to stand where he'd seen the colour Jacob found himself stood next to a fishmonger, who seized the opportunity to try and sell him fish. Jacob, however, tried his best the ignore the fish being practically shoved in his face and instead focus on tracking down what he'd seen. Maybe it was something maybe it was nothing but whatever had thought he had seen he had to investigate. The fish monger continued to shove fish in Jacob's face, which was beginning to get on his nerves. It was when the fish was practically shoved up his nose that Jacob snapped.

"Do you mind?" He snapped, glaring at the fishmonger.

"Fresh fish!" The seller said, continuing to waft the fish in Jacob's face, "Caught fresh this morning."

"And? Does it look like I'm going to buy it."

"You know you want to." The seller teased.

Jacob was about to retaliate but a red shirt caught his attention. He'd been right, it had been a Blighter he had seen. The Blighter had not seen him and was heading away from him. Leaving the rather disgruntled fishmonger behind, Jacob began to tail the Blighter. He wasn't the best at stealth but with the amount of people that were wondering up and down the port he was well concealed. Keeping a close eye on the Blighter Jacob followed him, the Blighter occasionally looked behind him but Jacob simply stepped behind an obvious civilian. Jacob followed the Blighter down the port until they came to a remote area. This end of the port was not in use by the public but the small covered area the Blighter had entered had boxes stacked everywhere. This made it very easy for Jacob to conceal himself. Settling himself behind the stack of boxes, Jacob watched as the Blighter moved over to a tall man, with blonde hair. The man was dressed in a black suit with a Templar cross on his arm. Jacob recognised Will Curtis at once, his features were still as smug and pompous as they had been when he'd been younger. The two men began talking into low voices, Jacob was unable to catch most of what they were saying but he managed to distinguish that Curtis was due to met a contact here, but they had to be completely alone. What he was meeting the contact for Jacob didn't care, there was an opportunity here. But the problem was, where was Robert? He did not want to kill Curtis without Robert being here, they had gone through all this as that Robert could get his revenge. Jacob glanced round, but it seemed Robert was lost somewhere in the crowds.

Curtis and the Blighter continued to talk in low voices while unbeknownst to them the nearby Assassin kept glancing round. Minutes past and Jacob could still see no sign of Robert, there was a chance that Robert would not be able to find this area. It was a rather remote area which seemed to be a place that you'd accidently find rather than purposely find. Unless, of course, you were either the Blighters or Will Curtis. A sudden movement caught his eye and Jacob soon found himself staring at Robert, who was hiding behind a nearby building. Jacob glanced over the boxes to find that the no one was looking in their direction, he the signalled to Robert to join him. He watched his best friend's rather clumsy attempt to sneak over to him, an Assassin Robert certainly was not. But he made it without alerting either the Templar or Blighter.

"That's Curtis." Jacob whispered, "The one in the suit. Apparently, he is due to meet someone here but they have to be alone."

"Well, let's kill him before he does." Robert replied, "All we have to do is wait."

As it turned out they did not have to wait long. The Blighter that Jacob had been tailing left the area, to an unknown destination. This left Will Curtis all alone. He walked over to the nearest box and began rummaging through its contents. He was looking for the item that his contact was coming for, which was somewhere in the box. He swore under his breath when he could not find said item. Moving to the box next to it he began rummaging through its contents.

"Lost something Mister Curtis?" A voice behind him said.

His blood can cold for a moment, his contact was here and he did not have the item to give him. He was going to have to somehow talk the man round. Turning he expected to see his contact, but instead he found two men stood in front of him. One he recognised immediately, there was no mistake the Assassin Jacob Frye. Although it had been some years since he'd seen him, but Curtis was struggling to remember the other man. The man had a scarred face one of which was over his left eye. Although the scars reminded him of someone he could not quite think of who this man was.

"Well Mister Frye, we reunited after all this time." Curtis said, ignoring the other man.

"And I see you still are a pompous, smug rich kid."

"And you're still a motherless, thug."

Jacob narrowed his eyes, "You really think that insult will affect me. Cut the crap Curtis, we came here for a reason."

Curtis gazed at the other man, "Yeah and I see you brought a friend with you. I don't see what you and this… loser will do. This man looks as though he's been a used as a knife sharpener."

Robert lost his cool, so far, he'd refrained himself from saying anything. But now it was a different matter.

Grabbing Curtis by the scruff of his collar Robert threw him backwards. The box behind Curtis broke as he fell into it. Before he could even move the man kicked him hard in the ribs.

"You don't remember?" Robert shouted, delivering another kick, "You used me as a sharpener for hours and you forget."

Another kick. And another… and another. Jacob observed Robert letting his fury out on Curtis. He'd guessed that Robert held a lot of anger towards Curtis but he had not imagined his anger was on this scale. He was unsure what to do which was a rare occurrence, he was not too sure whether to intervene or not. Robert was raining the punches and kicks on Curtis who was unable to defend himself due to how quickly the punches were coming.

"Robert I think –"Jacob started.

"No. This bastard tortured me for hours and has the nerve to forget. Well I didn't." Robert was ranting now, "I did not forget what you did to me. This is where you pay."

Robert was still kicking Curtis but as he still he pulled out a short knife from his inside pocket. A second later it was protruding from Will Curtis' chest. The Templar moved for a moment before falling still. For a moment no one moved, Robert was breathing hard staring at the now lifeless Templar and Jacob was staring at Robert not quite believing what he'd just seen. Even though he knew that Curtis had deserved what he got, he may not have handled his departure as Robert had. But he could not say anything, he didn't want to risk damaging the relationship.

"Well that was….." Jacob trailed off, not entirely sure what to say.

Robert said nothing, an idea had popped into his mind. It was a way in which he could solve his problems with one of the annoying Frye twins. The idea was genius, he was not sure why he had not thought of this before. Picking up the body of Will Curtis he turned to Jacob.

"Meet me in the pub in a hour. Let's celebrate the passing of this arse."

"But where are you going?" Jacob asked, confused.

"To dispose of this man. I'll see you in a hour."

Jacob made to say more but Robert had walked away. There was something not right about this, something no right at all but he could not figure out what it was. He shook his head, maybe it was nothing. Jacob rubbed his face as he walked away, something was telling that something was wrong. But he was over thinking? Nothing was wrong. Nothing bad was about to happen. Would it?