Two days later, both Clara and the Rooks had information for Jacob. Captain James Hathings was a policeman in the Metropolitan Police, the son of a relatively famous nobleman named Jason Hathings. James was in his late twenties, had a handsome face, and was known to wear the most expensive clothing he had to the Royal Strand Theatre, which he visited almost every night.
After relaying the information to Evie, Jacob asked, "Shall we strike tonight? There is a good chance he'll be there."
"Well, I see no harm in trying. Tonight it is."
That night, Jacob and Evie made their way to the Royal Strand Theatre. While waiting for James Hathings to arrive, they stumbled upon a good plan. Thus, Jacob 'borrowed' a carriage in the meantime.
Jacob sat on the carriage patiently, waiting for James to arrive. Soon, Captain Hathings arrived in a taxi. He paid the carriage driver and started walking towards the theatre.
At that moment, Evie hopped off the carriage and ran towards Captain Hathings.
"What is a find lady like yourself doing here?" Captain Hathings asked flirtatiously as Evie showed up beside him.
"You are the son of Jason Hathings, are you not?"
James smiled and took a bow. "James Hathings, the name is. A pleasure to be with you, lady. May I know your name?"
"Your father has been hospitalised at St Bartholomew Hospital at Smithfield. He requests your presence at once," Evie said.
James raised an eyebrow. "I thought he was in France?"
"He is in London now. Come with me, quickly. The carriage he has sent is already waiting."
Evie entered the carriage first, followed by James. The moment she closed the carriage door, Jacob took off.
"What does a fine lady like yourself have to do with my father?" James asked, at the same time slipping a hand onto her thigh.
"You seem not to care one bit for your father," Evie commented.
James shrugged his shoulders. "Everyone has to die someday."
In a second, Evie had her Hidden Blade out and had James at knifepoint.
"Put the weapon down at once!" James ordered. "Who the heck are you two anyway?"
"I'm Evie Frye, the gentleman steering the carriage is Jacob Frye."
As Evie said his name, Jacob tipped his top hat. "You should know our names very well, Captain Hathings. The two leaders of the Rooks," Jacob said.
James trembled in fear as Evie continued, "Why did you send policemen after our men?"
"They…they were criminals! Obviously I had to do my…my job!"
"What do you know about the Templars?" Evie questioned.
"Never heard that name before," James lied.
Evie pressed her Hidden Blade hard against James' throat. Soon blood began to drip down his neck.
"What do you know about the Templars?" Evie repeated her question.
In the blink of an eye, James had pulled out a silver pin and pressed it against Evie's throat. Evie saw that it had the Templar insignia on the pin.
"So you are a Templar," Evie said calmly. In one fluid movement she knocked the Templar pin out of James' hand and slammed his head against the seat of the carriage.
As James' head bled, Evie asked, "Which of your Templar higher-ups gave you the order?"
James had dropped his gentlemanly behaviour and spat on Evie's shoes. "Like hell I'll give you the answer."
At that moment, Jacob pulled the carriage to a stop. They were in a deserted alleyway. Evie opened the carriage door and pushed James out of it.
He seized the opportunity and attempted to escape. Jacob drew his throwing knife and warned, "If you continue running, Mr Hathings, I will not hesitate to throw this knife at you."
James glanced backwards, hesitating when he saw the throwing knife, but continued running anyways. Jacob sighed before hurling the knife at James.
The knife hit its target, right in James' back. James fell face-flat onto the ground. As he tried to get up, Jacob and Evie quickly closed the distance and restrained James. James looked in front of him and saw that he was still a distance away from the alley's exit.
"Redeem yourself, Templar. Who gave you the order?" Jacob said.
"Why need I redeem myself, if I have done no wrong?" James said stubbornly.
"Even when left with no choice, you are still stubborn. I must commend you for your bravery. But in this case, bravery will do you no good," Jacob grabbed James by his hair and smashed his head on the ground. He could hear James' skull crack. Jacob then drove the throwing knife deeper into James, soon piercing through his heart.
Jacob pulled the throwing knife out and cleaned it on James' clothing, before putting it away. "I'm sure the Rooks and Clara will get some useful information soon," Jacob told Evie.
As Jacob and Evie walked out of the alleyway, they saw two carriages pull up. Six men dressed in blue uniforms and steel helmets exited from the carriage, drawing rifles and aiming them at the two Assassins.
Jacob looked at Evie and whispered, "We can't fight them all. We'll have to act. Go along with me."
"I'm glad you officers are here! My sister and I witnessed a horrible crime being committed!" Jacob kept glancing backwards, as if there was a fleeing criminal.
One of the policemen asked, "Who is the culprit of this terrible crime?"
"He's running away now! Officers, please catch the terrible man!" Evie pleaded.
Four of the policemen began running down the alleyway, wanting to catch the 'culprit' they had mentioned. The remaining two policemen examined James Hathings' body.
"Do you know who this is?" one of the officers asked Jacob and Evie.
Evie replied, "Of course, he was a friend of ours. Captain James Hathings, he is. We were shocked to see him bleeding out in the alleyway."
The second policeman asked, "How was Captain Hathings killed?"
Jacob drew his revolver and shot both of the policemen in the back. The two officers fell on Captain Hathings.
"Why did you do that for?"
"How else would we make a getaway?" Jacob said as he began to walk briskly towards the exit of the alleyway. "Let's take our leave, before we get arrested."
Evie sighed before catching up with Jacob. Upon exiting the alleyway, they got into one of the carriages and left the area.