Almost half a year passed, and it was now June in 1749. David had spent the past few months completely eliminating the Warriors of New York outpost in the town of Rye and in another town which took two hours' for a horse to canter from New York.

David was at his apartment when someone knocked on his door. That's strange, who would knock my door? As far as I know, no one else knows where I live, David thought. With his Hidden Blade equipped, David moved over to the door, ready to release his Hidden Blade when needed. A man in his mid-twenties was outside, wearing orange clothing. What caught David's eye was that the man had the Assassin insignia on the shoulder area of his clothing.

"You were sent by Miss Jensen, I suppose?" David asked. The man nodded. "She requires you at the base at once."

The man led David to the gang hideout. He met Hope and she motioned for him to sit. Taking a seat, David queried, "Why do you need me now?"

Hope replied, "Two weeks ago, I received news that a Spanish man was asking around for you and Achilles Davenport. The Spanish man is named Juan Vedomir. I asked some of my Assassin allies and discovered that Juan Vedomir is a Templar who was supposed to be dead, killed by the Templar Haytham Kenway two years ago. Juan was murdered because he had possession of Edward Kenway's journal and was secretly helping the Assassins in Europe."

"That is indeed strange. So what do you want to do with Juan Vedomir?"

"Find him and bring him here, alive. Preferably unconscious or blindfolded. If he's just an imposter, we don't want him knowing our location."

David searched New York for four days before finding Juan. He walked up to Juan and asked, "I've heard you're looking for someone, Mister Vedomir. May I be of assistance to you?"

Juan nodded. "I am looking for two people, a man called Achilles Davenport and another man known as David. Do you know any of them?"

"There are many Davids here in New York City. But I think I may know of this Achilles Davenport," David lied to Juan. "I know where Mister Davenport used to live. Perhaps I can lead you there to help you?"

"Yes, thank you!" Juan took a bow. "And may I ask, how do you know of Achilles Davenport?"

David lied again, "I remember selling him some of my goods while he was here in New York."

While leading Juan down an alleyway, David suddenly turned around and knocked him unconscious. "Sorry lad," David apologised as he carried Juan to the gang hideout.

A while later, Juan woke up to find himself blindfolded. But he found it strange that he was not tied up. David told Juan, "Take off your blindfold, and I'll goddamn shoot you." To prove that he had a pistol, David pressed the end of the pistol against Juan's temple.

Hope then asked, "Are you Juan Vedomir, the Templar who was aiding the Assassins in Europe?" Juan nodded repeatedly, and Hope continued, "I thought you were killed two years ago."

Juan explained, "Haytham Kenway killed a body double. I knew that by working with the Assassins, my life was in danger. I found someone who looked like me and paid him to pose as me."

"I see, but why did you not go to the other Assassin chapters in Europe? Why come to America?'

"I had heard of this Achilles Davenport and David while in Europe, so I wanted to seek their help."

Hope looked at David and he shook his head. David questioned Juan, "What are the tenets of the Order?"

They saw Juan falter for just a moment. "Do…don't kill an innocent and never compro…compromise the Order."

"Anymore?" Juan shook his head. "No more."

David again took out his pistol. "An imposter you are! Tell me who sent you here, and I'll probably spare you."

'Juan' stammered, "Wha…what are you talking about! I am Juan Vedomir!"

"How are you an Assassin or a Templar if you don't know the tenets of the Assassin Order?" David pressed his pistol harder on 'Juan''s temple. "Tell me the truth."

"A…a man called Reginald Bir…Birch sent me here to foo…fool the Assassins here. Regi…nald told me the names of two of the Assassins, Achilles Daven…Davenport and Da…vid."

"I see," David said as he fired a round from his pistol. The round buried itself in 'Juan''s thigh. 'Juan' howled in agony before falling into unconsciousness. Hope brought in two gang members and ordered them, "Throw the imposter onto the streets. Preferably in some alleyway a few streets from here, this way he won't find out where he was brought."

The two gang members nodded, untied 'Juan' and dragged him out of the room. "The Templars are getting smarter now, David. We need to be on our guard," Hope remarked. David nodded. "Hope, you should inform the other Assassins in the area, especially Achilles. Achilles knows where all the Assassins in America are located, and he can send the news out to them faster than you could."

"Indeed. I will personally go to the Davenport Homestead to bring the news to Achilles." David raised an eyebrow. "Davenport Homestead? What is that?"

Hope explained, "After Achilles became Mentor in 1746, he built the Davenport Homestead as the main base for the Colonial Assassins. But Achilles also has a house in New York, and I believe that is where he is staying now. Let us go to his house now."