Three days later, David was in Manhattan, on his way to New York harbour. He had heard that an Assassin known as Chevalier was in town. David had heard of Chevalier's name before, but that was around a decade ago. Chevalier was the captain of a Man O' War called the Gerfaut.

At the harbour, David walked to the Gerfaut and asked one of the men, "May I know where is Captain Chevalier?" The man nodded. "Ah, yes. Captain Chevalier, you are talking about him. Yes, he is on the ship now. Why do you ask for his location?"

"I wish to ask him something important. He should know him. We were…acquaintances," David explained. The man told David, "Wait here for a while. I will request for Captain Chevalier to meet you. May I know your name?"

David considered for a second or two. Chevalier would probably not recognise his real name and as a result he might not want to see him. David decided to use the name of an Assassin he was sure Chevalier would know. "Achilles Davenport."

The man hurried on board the ship and disappeared from David's view. Less than two minutes later, Chevalier showed up. Upon seeing David's face, he drew his sword. "You are not Achilles Davenport. Who are you? Tell me before I slaughter you."

"Calm down Assassin. I am David Corsei, former Assassin. Achilles is another acquaintance of mine." Chevalier relaxed a little, but he did not sheath his sword. "Explain to me, how is the Mentor of the Colonial Brotherhood your acquaintance?"
David raised an eyebrow. "He's the Mentor? I am surprised. I met him more than ten years ago, when he was still under the training of Ah Tabai. The last time I met him was in 1743, I believe. We were taking down a fort owned by the late Master Templar John Hopaase."

Chevalier paused for a while, processing what David has said into his mind. "Yes, I remember you now. Mentor Davenport has talked about you. And I should inform you, Ah Tabai is dead. He died less than five years back, I believe."

David swore. "Well I'll be damned. Ah Tabai is dead."

"And why did you ask for me, former Assassin?" David got straight to the point. "There is a female rather well-known in the New York underworld. She was a pickpocket before 1746, but after that she rose up the ranks pretty quickly. Her surname is Jensen, if I am not wrong. Do you know anything about her?"

"I think I know who you are talking about. She is Hope Jensen, an Assassin. Mentor Davenport met her in 1746 and was impressed by her strength of will and skills in pickpocketing. Hope was inducted into the Order a year after."

"Thank you for telling me. If there's nothing else to say, I'll be going now."

"Halt! I have a request," Chevalier said. He passed David a rolled-up letter, held together by a ribbon string. "Pass this to Hope Jensen as quickly as possible."

David nodded and left. He went straight to a gang hideout in Manhattan that he knew was led by Hope. He told the man guarding the entrance to the hideout, "I am looking for Miss Jensen."

"No one goes by that name here. I guess this is not the place." David said, "If you meet anyone with that name, tell her these words. Nothing is true, everything is permitted."

The man's eyes widened. "Come in."

A few minutes later, he met face-to-face with Hope Jensen. "One of my most trusted lieutenants, Daryl, brought you in after you said the words 'Nothing is true, everything is permitted'. You must be affiliated with the Assassins."

"Indeed. An Assassin I was until 1743. I am an acquaintance of Achilles Davenport and knew Ah Tabai personally. I heard Ah Tabai died a while back."

Hope nodded. "It is saddening news, even until today. Ah Tabai is a big name in the Assassin Brotherhood, especially in the Caribbean and here in America. Anyway, why are you here?"

David passed the letter to Hope. "It is from Captain Chevalier." Hope read the letter and told David, "Thank you for passing the letter. What is your name, former Assassin?"

"My name is David. I came to look for you because I know you are a gang leader. I have a partnership with a mercenary known as Joseph Caysee. He was originally part of the Warriors of New York but he has broken away from them and started a new organisation."

"I have heard of the news, yes. He took over the Warriors' forces on Staten Island after their leader, John Caesar, was killed."

David revealed, "I was the one who killed Caesar. I figured that if I were to launch a good attack against the Warriors, I needed an ally. John Caesar was known for treating his mercenaries badly, so I killed him and spoke with his second-in-command, who was Joseph. Joseph had been a lieutenant in the late Assassin Victor Rackham's gang."

"After forming a partnership with him, he requested for me to get some weapons for them, as their weapons were in bad condition. I hijacked a British Army wagon carrying weapons and brought it back to Joseph's hideout. I heard that there was a female figure named Jensen quite high-up in the New York underworld, which was you, and I wanted to meet you to form an alliance."

"That's good, David. Because the Warriors of New York are a real pain in the side. If they are gone, I could be one of the most powerful people in New York, or even all the British colonies. That way I can gather more information for the Order."

David smiled. "You have goals, and your goals are not exactly impossible. It is good to have goals, even when you're still considered young. How old are you this year, Hope? My guess is that you are eighteen."

"Sixteen I am this year."

"So you want your partnership? I agree, but on one condition. There is a small-time writer allied with the Templars living in the town of Vlissingen in Queens County. The writer spends his time writing stories. In his stories, he makes the characters who resemble Templars become heroes. His name is Carl, and I want you to kill him. Come back with some of his documents as proof that you've killed him."