"I can't believe you did this to us!"

Haytham scrunched his nose in pain. It felt like there were a hundred hammers beating on every part of his skull. He tried to ignore it as he sat up, looking around. He could tell he was a cheap motel room. The blinds were closed and there was a man guarding the window. Another was sitting in a chair, blocking the door.

Desmond and Stillman looked like they were in a heated argument and both of the guards looked amused.

"Desmond, they were going to kill me and my family! What was I supposed to do?"

Haytham shook his head, but that was a horrible idea. He felt like his brain was sloshing around with the action. He managed to stand up and walk over to the other bed the kids were sitting on. Desmond looked up at him in surprise. "Are you okay?"

Haytham squatted and opened his mouth to speak.

"You better not be making plans, Kenway. We know what you're up to," one of the thugs said in amusement.

Haytham almost rolled his eyes. Looks like Vidic lowered his standards on his employees.

He focused on the kids again. "Are you both alright?"

They nodded. Haytham looked at Stillman. "I don't blame you for anything that happened or will happen. Now, I need to trust that you'll help us in any way you can," he paused and arched a brow, "Can I trust you now?"

Stillman nodded. "Yes," she whispered.

Haytham looked at Desmond. "You need to have the same philosophy that I do now, Mr. Miles. Put your feelings aside at the moment and focus on getting out of this alive. Agreed?"

Desmond nodded. He looked pale.

Haytham pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't a stranger to getting knocked out, but he hated how he had to wait a few hours for the headache to go away.

"Mr. Kenway?"

Haytham looked up again.

"Does anyone know we're here?"

Haytham thought about his phone back at the house. He hoped the person that he called knew what to do. And he hoped that Connor's name wasn't at the top of his call list when he pulled out his phone. "I hope so," he whispered.

He stood up and looked around again. The two men were watching them like hawks. They both were trying to listen in on the hushed conversation. Time to see what their IQ level is.

"So, I assume we're in a small, rundown town outside of Saratoga, hm?" Haytham asked the kids.

"Nice try, dumbass," one of the thugs said.

Haytham used all of his power to not smirk or show any emotion. IQ level: low.

"And I suppose you two didn't pay attention or couldn't see where we were going, correct?" Haytham asked, arching a brow at the teenagers.

Stillman bit her lip. Desmond looked away. "We were in a van," Desmond mumbled, looking angry.

Haytham grunted and walked over to the nightstands in-between the beds. "Sit down, Kenway!"

Haytham held up his hands, feigning innocence. "I'm not doing anything."

"Don't try the phone. It's been unplugged. And I wouldn't try anything sneaky either," the window thug said.

Haytham sat down close to the nightstand. He looked at Stillman, hoping she would catch on to what he was doing.

"Where's Vidic?" she asked, looking at the door thug.

"None of your business!"

Stillman kept asking questions and Haytham waited until she had their full attention. He quickly opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the first brochure he saw.

"Kenway! Hands up!"

Haytham dropped the brochure and held up his hands. The brochure fluttered to the floor and Haytham could see something about Jamestown and Albany was mentioned. He kicked the brochure under the bed. Now he knew where they were, but how to get away and make sure the kids got out safely?

"Where's Cross and the others?"

"Why would we tell you? You tried to tell him where they all were, bitch," door thug growled.

Haytham almost sighed. He hoped his phone call didn't go to waste.

"Now you're sure it was Cross there? Did Haytham say anything else?" William Miles asked.

Connor frowned. He already answered that question. "Yes. My dad clearly insulted him so I assume it was him."

Altair snorted. "Typical Haytham."

William glared at his partner.

Connor just wanted to get out of the room. He felt like he was in a scene from a crime show or something.

"Did he say anything else?"

Connor shook his head. "No, but the guys did."

Miles leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. "What did they say?"

"They were looking for something. Cross kept asking where something was."

Both agents looked at each other in realization. "Dammit!" Miles suddenly cursed.

Connor looked back and forth at them. "What?"

Miles hung his hand, putting his hands on his hips. Altair sighed deeply before looking at Connor. "Did your dad ever tell you anything about some papers and a floppy disk?"

Connor tried to think of a time his father could have told him that. Then he remembered. "I overheard him talking about something like that to Jenny once."

"What did he say?" Altair asked.

Connor tried to remember. "Jenny really wanted him to get rid of them. She said they were dangerous."

Miles quickly walked out of the room. Connor looked up at Altair. "What's going to happen?"

Altair shook his head. He sat down at the table and rested his hands on the table. He opened his mouth, then closed it and sighed. "I honestly don't know. Just be glad you called 911 when you did. We're still trying to find out why Stillman and Desmond were there."

Connor shrugged. "They were supposed to meet me at the track meet."

Altair looked conflicted for a moment before standing up. "I'll be right back."

He walked out, leaving Connor alone.

Altair found William in the hallway on the phone.

"I don't care what they say! Just get in there and find those papers!"

Altair waited until he got off the phone. "Do you think Stillman was trying to warn Kenway? They did set us up."

The warehouse they thought the traffickers were hiding out in turned out to be empty and Altair had never felt so disappointed in himself when he followed his coworkers in.

William shrugged. "The recording from the phone call tells us that they weren't happy with her, but we can't be certain that those were her intentions."

"Do you have agents guarding her family in Albany? I wouldn't be surprised if they were targeted."

William nodded. "Yes, I have agents informing them on the situation right now. We need to focus on finding those papers Haytham kept from Jerusalem. We obviously missed something when we examined them. What could be so important about those and the floppy disk? Who uses floppy disks anymore?"

Altair shrugged. "Maybe we could ask Jenny Kenway for help."

"Perhaps."

William walked back toward the interrogation room.

"What about Connor now? He's going to want to know what's going on," Altair asked, following him.

William didn't answer.

They walked back into the interrogation room. "Connor we-"

Altair's phone suddenly started to go off. He pulled it out, giving William an apologetic look. He looked at the caller ID and frowned. It was a number he didn't recognize. He answered it. "Hello?"

"How was finding an empty warehouse?"

Altair quickly turned his phone on to speaker. "What do you want, Cross?"

William gestured to the agents outside the window.

"Simple. Find the stuff we want and I'll make sure Desmond and Kenway won't look like you did after our talk."

Altair clenched his jaw. He glanced down at the empty space between his fingers.

"Have Kenway's kid bring the disk and papers to Lee's park at 11 tonight, and we'll talk some more, Alty."

Altair wanted to chuck his phone. He hated the nickname. He hated Cross even more.

"Yeah, we know the kid is with you. And if he's not there holding the shit we want, Desmond's brains will cover the ground at the park. Got it?" Cross chuckled.

"DON'T DO IT, ALTAIR!" Desmond shouted. A thud sounded in the background.

"021370!" Haytham yelled.

"What the fuck did that mean?" someone asked in the background.

A small gasp from Connor caused both agents to look at him.

A look of realization was on the kid's face.

The message ended, leaving the room in silence.

William put his hands down on the table. "What did those numbers mean?"

Connor looked unsure. "I doubt it's what I think it is."

"Tell us. It could mean something."

"My mom's birthday could help us right now?"

Altair almost sighed. No, that definitely wasn't what it was.

"February 13th, 1970?" William asked, glancing at Altair.

"That's probably not what it means. But, why would he yell that out?" Altair asked aloud.

They both looked at Connor.

Connor looked lost. "It might be his password for something?" he suggested.

Altair suddenly remembered the briefcase Haytham always had with him. It had to be at the house. "I know where they are."

Connor tried to not panic as he glanced at the two agents sitting in the front seat. "We have to do what they want, or things can get ugly," Miles said, pulling into the cul-de-sac.

Altair sighed. "We can't do that, William. He's 18-"

"And an adult by our laws. He said he would help."

"I don't like this."

"And you think I do?"

They fell silent as he parked on the curb. Connor got out of the car, looking at the house. It looked alien with all of the caution tape surrounding the yard again.

"Connor!"

Connor saw Achilles standing in his own yard. He looked at Altair and Miles for approval. They both nodded and Connor rushed over to the old man.

"Are you alright?"

Connor tried to look brave, but he knew Achilles would be able to tell he was lying. "No," he managed to choke out.

Pictures of his dad and Desmond getting hurt kept running through his mind. There was also a queasy feeling that wouldn't go away ever since he found out Lucy was in the situation she was in. Strangely, he didn't feel angry when he was told she was using them. She probably was just as scared as he was.

Achilles rested a hand on his shoulder. "What is the FBI's plan? Or are they allowed to tell you?"

Connor looked down at his feet. He felt like a bowling ball was spinning around in his stomach. "The traffickers called the FBI and told them that I had to deliver what they wanted or they'll-"

He couldn't finish the sentence.

Achilles gave him a hard look. "And what are you going to do?"

Connor shrugged. "I…They're sending me in with a bulletproof vest on and what the traffickers want. They'll be nearby."

The old man shook his head. "I don't like this. But, let me guess, they said you could make a decision since you're 18?"

Connor nodded, feeling foolish. But, he didn't want to sit at the Bureau and not do anything either. He wanted to help.

"Achilles, my only parent is in trouble and if I do this, these men won't hurt anyone again."

Achilles arched a brow. "Fine. But promise me one thing. Don't try to be the hero."

Connor glanced at the FBI agents. They had made it clear that they wouldn't let him do this if he wasn't going to listen to their every order.

"I promise."

"Good. Now you best get over there. It looks like they want to speak to you."

Connor walked back toward where Miles and Altair were standing and he waited for what to do next.

Altair glanced at him. "You can go inside and get a change of clothes or anything if you want."

Connor nodded. Maybe being inside will would feel a little better.

It didn't.

He walked in to see police officers searching everywhere. One had found his dad's phone and was inspecting it.

He stepped into the weapon room and walked over to the wall that had the tomahawk and other revolutionary war weapons. He stared at the tomahawk for a moment, wondering about what was going to happen. If he went and the traffickers spotted any of the FBI agents, his dad and Desmond were dead.

If he didn't do this, they were dead.

And, if he did this, and the traffickers didn't spot the agents, they could still end up dead.

Connor suddenly realized what he had to do, despite what Achilles told him.

He turned away and headed up to his father's office.

There were hardly any officers up on the second floor, which was a blessing.

Connor quickly stepped into his dad's office. He walked behind the desk and found his father's briefcase hiding underneath it. He swiped it up and inspected it. A look of confusion came to his face when he saw a keypad on the side. He slowly pressed the numbers in the order his dad yelled. A small click sounded after he entered it in.

He opened it up and blinked in surprise. The papers where there..along with a pistol.

Then Connor remembered the floppy disk. He looked through all of the desk's drawers. No luck. He looked around the room, seeing if there was anything askew. He suddenly noticed that the trophy case wasn't flush with the wall. That didn't fit how everything else was impeccably neat and orderly in the whole house. But, it wasn't so far off that anyone could notice. Someone had to know how Haytham was to know.

Connor walked over and shoved it away a little. His breath caught in his throat and the bowling ball spun in his stomach when he saw a small safe in the wall.

He licked his lips nervously as he pressed in the numbers out on the keypad. A small click sounded and Connor almost couldn't believe how easy it was. He slowly opened it, hoping that there wouldn't be a trap or something like he saw in the movies.

His dad would pull something like that.

Nothing happened.

He reached in and felt around for the floppy disk. His fingers finally touched it and he quickly pulled it out. He tossed it into the briefcase and closed it. He shut the safe and shoved the trophy case back into place. He quickly made his way downstairs back to the weapon room.

All of the police officers were too busy to notice him.

He walked through the entryway and quickly stepped over to the tomahawk. He pressed the passcode into the briefcase lock again and opened it. He quickly set the tomahawk in it and shut the briefcase again. He didn't know why, but knowing that the tomahawk was with him calmed him down a little.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time.

It was almost 10 o' clock and he bit his lip. His car was at the bureau, and there was no way he was going to get to use his dad's Fusion. Then he suddenly remembered.

Desmond's SUV was still parked by the curb.

And Connor knew that Desmond ALWAYS left his keys in the cup holder with the car unlocked.

He stepped into the kitchen. Thankfully, there were no agents there. He slowly opened the sliding glass door to the backyard. It didn't make a sound. He stepped through and didn't risk closing it. He tucked the briefcase under his arm and sprinted to the back of the yard. He hopped the fence and crept around Achilles' yard.

He circled around half the cul-de-sac before approaching Desmond's SUV.

Connor gently tossed the briefcase into the passenger seat before climbing in through the window. He snatched the keys from their spot in the cup holder and he took a deep breath. He quickly turned the key in the ignition and he pealed out of the cul-de-sac. He looked in his rearview mirror to see Altair running down the street after him.

He stepped on the gas.

Haytham glared at Cross. They were all sitting at a picnic table at Lee's Park and Cross looked ecstatic. Desmond and Lucy looked terrified. The sound of crickets, frogs, and other animals could be heard from the lake nearby.

He took a deep breath, trying not to focus on his zip-tied wrists.

Cross checked his watch. "Your kid has 30 minutes to get here Kenway. How do you feel?"

Haytham grit his teeth. He refused to play along with this man.

"Did you tell him what you pulled in Jerusalem? Oh wait, he probably would think you're a piece of shit if you did that."

Haytham could feel the kids' eyes on him.

"Did you tell him how you convinced an FBI agent to help you out and torture a poor bastard to find your sister?"

Haytham stayed silent.

"How is Holden by the way? How is living life without a-"

"That's enough, Daniel."

Cross paused and glared over his shoulder.

Haytham clenched his fists and had to stop himself from leaping up and strangling Warren Vidic as he strode up to the table.

Goddamn zip-ties.