David left the bar and went back to his home, a small room in an apartment building in Manhattan. After he killed the Master Templar John Hopaase in 1743, David had cut off ties with the Assassins. Victor Rackham, the gang leader and Assassin, had offered David a job to be the owner of one of Victor's establishments, but David had politely refused. That was the last time David encountered any Assassin he knew.
He sat down on a chair and took a bottle of beer out of his ice box. David opened the bottle and took a sip as he recounted an event that happened a year before.
David was carrying out a task for someone who had hired him. On the streets, David saw a lady being harassed by three men. David walked up to the three men and asked them, "What in the world are you doing?"
One of the men spat on the floor. "None of your business." David saw that the man was wearing a ring, and there was a symbol on the ring which he knew and hated. The symbol was the Templar crest. "So a Templar hooligan you are, eh?"
The man's eyes widened. He unsheathed his sword as he ordered his men, "Take this man down!" David's Hidden Blade ejected and he cut down the first and second hooligan quickly. The man with the Templar ring remained.
"Goodbye," David said before killing the Templar hooligan.
David finished his bottle of beer. After that incident, he had found out more about the Templar hooligan. Apparently, he was part of a mercenary organisation known as the Warriors of New York. The Warriors of New York had grown bigger two months ago after they killed the gang leader and Assassin Victor Rackham and merged his gang with their mercenary organisation. David vowed that he would destroy the Warriors of New York.
After he finished the bottle of beer, David looked through at the file he had compiled of all information about the Warriors of New York. He looked through the list of known members of the mercenary organisation and decided on his target.
David packed about fifty pounds worth of British shillings and headed to Richmond Town, which was located on Staten Island. David had to find a boat that would take him to Staten Island, as taking a boat was much easier than walking and swimming a little.
He reached Staten Island half a day later, but David still had to walk for half an hour to reach Richmond Town. David walked the half an hour and reached Richmond Town. It was evening when he reached the town so he decided to rest for the night at a cheap inn.
The next day, David hunted down his target – John Caesar. John Caesar was the leader of all the Warriors of New York mercenaries on Staten Island. If David could kill John Caesar with the correct method, he could start a small force with some, if not all of John Caesar's mercenaries.
David went to the mercenaries' hideout and entered through a first floor window. He looked around and saw John Caesar in aroom talking to ten or so mercenaries. Smiling, David ejected his Hidden Blade, ran into the room and slit John's throat. The mercenaries stood up hastily and drew their weapons.
"Stop!" David shouted. Surprisingly, the mercenaries followed David's command. One of the mercenaries came forward and knelt down in front of David. "I am Joseph Caysee, second-in-command of the Warriors of New York members on Staten Island. On behalf of all of my members here, I thank you for killing John Caesar."
David raised an eyebrow. "John Caesar was cruel and a little out of his mind. We were poorly fed and lousily armed. It is no wonder that we're the worst group in the whole of the Warriors. Will you become our new leader?"
"I will not. My leadership skills are poor. If I were to lead you men, you all would stay the same. You should lead, Joseph Caysee. I see talent in you. Besides, mercenary warfare is not my calling."
Joseph got up and asked, "Perhaps you would like to become our ally? We plan to break away from the Warriors of New York and set up a new organisation."
David readily agreed. "That is a wise choice. The leaders of the Warriors are evil people, as I have realised. They are evil, even for mercenary leaders."
Joseph told David, "I have met you before. You are David, are you not?" David was surprised, but he said nothing. David continued, "I met you a few times about ten years ago. Yet I can still recognise you. At that time, I remember that you were talking to my boss, Victor Rackham. The name rings a bell to you, eh?"
"Indeed, Victor Rackham is a name familiar to my ears. So you are saying that you were once part of his organisation?" Joseph nodded. "Just call it a gang. 'Organisation' sounds odd. But you are correct, I was a lieutenant in his gang. When the Warriors of New York killed Victor Rackham, I was given two choices, the first was to join them and the second was to die."
"I suppose you value your life more, thus you chose the first choice."
"Yes."
David shook Joseph's hand and said, "I believe this is the start of something great." Joseph grinned.