Achilles Davenport heard his door being knocked. He got up and walked to the door. "Who is it?" he asked. A voice replied, "Mentor, it is me." Achilles instantly recognised the voice to be Hope Jensen's.

Unlocking and opening the door, Achilles found Hope and a hooded man next to her. "Who is he?" Achilles questioned Hope as he pointed at the other man.

The man laughed. "I am hurt, Achilles. How could you not recognise me? Look at me carefully." The man lifted his hood and looked Achilles in the face.

"David Corsei, it is good to see you," Achilles smiled. "It has been years now. Come in, come in!"

Both David and Hope entered the house. Achilles shut and locked the door. "Do you two want any drinks?" They politely refused and Achilles sat down to catch up with them.

"How did you find Hope, David? And when did you start doing all this business? I thought you gave up the life of an Assassin after killing John Hopaase," Achilles asked.

David replied, "The Warriors of New York, Achilles. They are the biggest mercenary organisation in the province of New York. I started battling against them in 1747, I believe, when I encountered a group of them harassing a lady on the street. One of the mercenaries in the group was wearing a Templar ring. In 1748, I met with a man called Joseph Caysee, who used to be a lieutenant in Victor Rackham's gang. Joseph then started a small mercenary organisation to counter the Warriors. I wanted to find Hope, who I knew as Miss Jensen then, to form a partnership. After a while, I found the Assassin Chevalier at the New York port. He told me where Hope was."

"Quick you are, David," Achilles commended. "Now, to the present day. Why are you and Hope here?'

Hope informed, "A man posing as Juan Vedomir came looking for you and David. David knocked him out and brought him to my gang hideout. After some questioning, he admitted that he was an imposter, and the Templar Grand Master Reginald Birch had sent him here."

"Reginald Birch, you say? So now the British Templars are interfering? This is bad news. It looks like the Templars are starting to rise again. I will contact the other Assassin chapters to warn them," Achilles said.

David left Achilles's house soon after, but Hope chose to stay for a while more. He returned to his apartment and began searching for a target to kill.

That night, David followed his target, a sheriff from the New York Sheriff's Office. The sheriff, Wallace Grisham, was an ally of the Warriors of New York. Wallace seemed to know what he was being followed, as he was constantly turning around to see if anyone was behind him. David was almost impossible to see, as his navy blue robes helped him to blend into the darkness of the night.

A few minutes later, Wallace turned into an alleyway. David reckoned that he was trying to draw David into a trap. David climbed up the building next to the alleyway and continued following Wallace, but this time from the rooftops.

Wallace suddenly turned around and pulled a pistol out, only to realise there was no one behind. While Wallace was scanning the entrance to the alleyway, David climbed down the building and crept up behind Wallace.

David released his Hidden Blade and pressed the flat part of it against Wallace's neck. Wallace growled. "What the hell do you want? For your information, I am a sheriff! I will have you arrested!"

"Hello, Mister Wallace Grisham. So you are a sheriff, but unfortunately, I do not care. I was sent by your friends to kill you." Wallace shook his head slightly. "My sheriff colleagues will never send people to kill me!"

"What about the Warriors of New York?" David whispered into Wallace's ear. "You have outlived your usefulness, Mister Grisham."

David then slit Wallace's throat and threw him onto the ground before the blood could get on David's robes. Searching Wallace's body, David took his satchel and looked into it. David counted the coins in the satchel before putting the satchel of twenty pound sterlings in his robes. David then walked away.