David spent a week to find out more about Von Konig and Arnaud de Calais. Von Konig was born to a German father and an American mother in the 1720s. He and his parents had fled to New York after Von Konig's father was to be charged in German court. He was now the owner of Von Konig's New York Shipping. Arnaud de Calais was a businessman who was either sixty-five or sixty-six, and had been a ship Captain in the past. David had found out that Arnaud had gotten filthy rich from smuggling valuable items for rich people.
Hope had informed David that Arnaud had heard of Andrew Gonfalonne's death and was planning to flee by sea. Arnaud was set to leave on the Noble Skirmisher, a merchant Brig, the next day at sunset.
David reached New York Harbour in the early afternoon and waited there patiently until Arnaud came. One and a half hours later, Arnaud arrived in a large carriage. The coachman and Arnaud's bodyguard helped to unload his belongings. The carriage wheeled away and the two men carried the belongings to the Noble Skirmisher. David stopped the two men as they were nearing the Brig.
"May you be Arnaud de Calais?" David asked politely. Arnaud and his bodyguard put down their belongings and the former nodded. "I am the First Mate of the Noble Skirmisher, Mister Arnaud. I was sent by the Captain to help you."
Arnaud and the bodyguard nodded slowly. Pointing at the tip of the sword at David's waist, Arnaud asked, "Why do you have a sword?"
"I keep it with me all the time, Mister Arnaud. You never know when danger will come." David took one of the small trunks and led the two men to the Noble Skirmisher. David stopped in front of the gangplank to the Brig and suddenly threw the trunk into the sea.
"What the shit are you doing?" the bodyguard asked, more annoyed than shocked. The bodyguard saw the 'First Mate' drawing his sword and he pulled out his own sword.
David extended his palm in a gesture meaning 'stop'. "Behind you!" The bodyguard and Arnaud spun around. David lunged at the bodyguard and cut him down in two swift strokes. Arnaud turned back and saw his bodyguard dead.
"The Warriors of New York will get you for this!" Arnaud warned. David kicked the bodyguard into the sea as he released his Hidden Blade. Before Arnaud could take out his own weapon, he was already dead.
David looted Arnaud's money before throwing his body into the sea. He saw British soldiers running towards him and quickly fled.
Ten minutes later, David arrived at Von Konig's New York Shipping. He walked in, pulled out a Queen Anne pistol and aimed it at the receptionist. "Where is Von Konig?" David asked. The receptionist raised both of her hands and stammered, "Mister…Mister Konig is…in his off…office." David moved up to the receptionist and knocked her unconscious. He then went to the back, where Von Konig's office was located.
Kicking the door to the office open, David aimed his pistol at Von Konig. Von Konig was in his late twenties, with a thin walrus moustache. "What are you doing?" Von Konig demanded. He had a thick German accent and spoke in a low voice. Before Von Konig could move, David fired a shot into Von Konig's forehead. David searched the room and took off with forty pounds in his satchel.
In three days, it had become the talk of the town. Two wealthy men had been murdered on the same day, and through investigation, both of the victims were associated with the Warriors of New York. Now, the Warriors of New York was on the brink of being destroyed. Everyone was speculating about who could be behind the opposition of the Warriors of New York, which were, of course, the Assassins and Hope's criminal organisation.
Now, all that remained was the Vice-boss, the Vice-boss's bodyguard and the leader of the Warriors of New York, all of whom identities were unknown. The Warriors' territory had been reduced to four small streets, and their numbers had thinned to only a hundred or so men.
Meanwhile, Joseph Caysee and his mercenary group had expanded to become the most powerful organisation on Staten Island, with around three hundred or so men in service. Joseph's mercenary organisation was killing Warriors of New York sympathisers, so as to prevent their comeback.
David visited Joseph Caysee on Staten Island. "It's been a while, David. You've only been sending letters to me for so long I thought you were paralysed!" They shared a laugh. "But I have splendid news for you, David. The Vice-boss of the Warriors is on this island!"
"Why would he come here?" David asked. Joseph stood up and drew a pistol, aiming it at David. "It is none other than me, my dear fool."
David shook his head in disbelief. "Stop with the jokes, Joseph. Who is it?" Joseph stood up and sneered. "Stop with Joseph Caysee. Call me Leon. I'm sick of the fake name." With his other hand, Joseph pulled out a cutlass.
"Shortly after you introduced me to Hope Jensen, the leader of the Warriors of New York looked for me. He told me that the Vice-boss was dead and he wanted me to take his position. I held a sword to his neck until he promised me a payment of thirty pounds a month, with a down sum of fifty pounds."
"You did all this with money?" David shook his head in disgust, releasing his Hidden Blade at the same time. Leon looked at David's Hidden Blade and said, "Move that hand and I'll shoot you. Anyway, it's not just the money, well, not at first. After a while, the boss started teaching me everything about the Templars. It made much more sense than you foolish Assassins. Now, I am a Templar Knight. If I killed you right here and right now, I could be promoted to a Master Templar, or even the next Templar Grand Master!"
Absorbing all of what Leon said, David queried, "Why don't you kill me now?" Leon chuckled and explained, "If I could get some more information from you, my promotion would be guaranteed!"
"You'll get nothing from me, scum," David refused. Leon advanced, preparing to knock David unconscious. Fortunately, David crouched in time and dodged the attack. David came up from his crouch, punching Leon in the stomach. Leon moved back a few steps and recovered quickly. He fired a shot at David's direction, and the round missed David by a centimetre.
David took his sword out and hastily blocked Leon's cutlass. Leon kicked David in the crotch, and David doubled over in pain. Seizing the opportunity, Leon kicked David onto the floor. "It appears knocking you unconscious would be a great risk. I guess I must kill you. Goodbye, former ally," Leon said as he brought his cutlass down on David. David kicked his leg out and tripped Leon. Leon fell on top of David and his weapons fell out of his hands. David coughed as a result of the weight as he punched Leon's side.
Using both of his hands, David got Leon off him and got up. He put his shoe on Leon's head to keep him down. With his other leg, David kicked the cutlass and pistol away from Leon. "As much as I would not like to kill you, Leon, I must." David then plunged his sword into Leon's back, killing him swiftly.