Months went by, and it was now April in 1750. David had removed most of the Warriors of New York influence, with only a few more high-ranks to take down. The Warriors only had three outposts left, the main one in Manhattan, the second one in Queens and the third one in Brooklyn. Meanwhile, Hope's gang had become the biggest gang in the entire colony of New York. The gang even had some influence in the neighbouring province of New Jersey. David had been made an honorary gang member by Hope.
David was now thirty-five, and he was planning to move to somewhere else in America, or even in another part of the world, to lead a peaceful life. But that would only happen after he was finished with the Warriors of New York.
He was watching his target, a mercenary captain, who was patrolling the Warriors's remaining territory. The leader of the Warriors had stepped up security after the death of so many of their members. All the mercenaries were now more well-equipped, and since the Warriors's territory had grown to become very small, there were many more mercenaries patrolling the territory.
The mercenary captain was abusing the owners of the market stalls along the street. David eyed him as the mercenary captain stopped at one of the seller's store. "Greetings, perhaps I can take all of them for free?"
Bowing politely, the seller refused. "I need to run a business, sir. I cannot give all of them to you for free. But if you wish for one or two, I can agree to it." The mercenary captain got angry, as he thought the seller was belittling him. "One or two? What the shit do you think I am, a tramp?"
The four men around the mercenary captain proceeded to wreck the seller's stall. David climbed off the building and intervened. Releasing both his Hidden Blades, David killed two of the mercenaries. In a few more swift movements, the other two mercenaries were also dead. The mercenary captain stared at David and yelled, "Help! Someone's trying to kill me!"
David pulled his sword out and stabbed the mercenary captain. The mercenary captain was faster than David had thought. A moment later, the captain had drawn out his sword and was parrying David's sword. David had no time to duel the mercenary captain, as he was sure more mercenaries would be arriving. David pulled out his Queen Anne pistol and shot the captain in the stomach. He put away his pistol and plunged his Hidden Blade into the mercenary captain's heart, just to make sure that the captain was dead.
From a nearby building, a robed, hooded and masked man was watching David's actions. The man nodded, in appreciation of David's skills. "You are good, Assassin. But let us see how long more you can last. We will not take this lying down," the man muttered to himself and walked away from the window.
Three days later, David was at his apartment, looking at his next target. Suddenly, the door gave way and five British soldiers barged into the apartment. "Are you David Corsei?" the British officer asked. David nodded. "Indeed I am. May I know why you are looking for me?"
Ignoring David, the officer gave commands to his soldiers. "Arrest that man!" David decided not to attack them, as he wanted to see what would happen. Besides, he thought he would only be needed to assist in a killing or something of sorts.
"May I know why I am arrested?" David asked, faking a slight pompous accent. The officer said, "Just shut up."
As David later found out, he had been arrested for the killings of several people. The order had been issued by a higher-up in the British Army. The one who had started issuing the order could have been a member of British royalty, for all David knew. All that David knew now was that he would be imprisoned until further notice. By further notice, they meant until David would be hanged.
David had a harsh life the moment he entered prison. His weapons were all stripped, but David was still allowed to wear his robes. David was only given food and water once a day, and the food and water they gave was barely enough to last David. In addition, the food tasted like trash. The cell David was in was small, with barely enough room for a large bed. Usually, the patrolling British officers would taunt David from the outside. But still, they treated David with caution. They probably knew David as a mass murderer.
Two days after David entered prison, a hooded and masked man in black robes visited David. "Do I know you? Why the hell are you here?" The mysterious man shook his head and said, "You probably don't know me, but I know you, Assassin. Look at you, in this poor state. I was the one who got you in here, but I am also the man who can get you out of here."
David determined that the man was a Templar. He was right. "What do you want in exchange for my release, Templar?" The man answered, "Tell me everything you know about the other Assassins living in New York."
David lied. "I don't know anything! I broke off contact with them a few months back." The man laughed, which sounded creepy due to his mask. "I can see at once you're lying, Assassin. I am not stupid. Let us see how long it will take before you will break."
The man walked away and six British soldiers came. Two of them held David in place as the other four forcefully stripped David down to his underwear and left him in the prison courtyard. David was freezing, and soon he was sneezing uncontrollably.
At mid-afternoon, the hooded and masked Templar returned, accompanied by the six British soldiers. "Do you want to tell me now?" Shivering, David said, "N..n…no…no." The man motioned to the British soldiers. "Bring him in and get him clothed and fed. After all, a dead man won't do me any good. Do the same to him everyday from morning till now, until he wishes to talk."