The Rooks had gathered that the merchant, Marcello de Vita, was indeed a Templar. Marcello had also ordered a shipment of firearms, set to arrive in two days. He was known as the Invisible Seller, because he almost never met face-to-face with his clients.
"This Marcello is certainly a cautious person," said Jacob. "But his shipment, perhaps we could destroy the weapons? It would piss him off greatly."
Logan informed, "Anything you say, Boss. The ship carrying the weapons, the Francais Victoire, is set to dock at the West India Docks. Do you require Rooks for assistance?"
Evie answered for Jacob, "Yes, it would be helpful if we had some on standby."
Two days later, in the early hours, Jacob and Evie made their way to the West India Docks, accompanied by five Rooks led by lieutenant Logan Blimes.
They waited around the area until the Francais Victoire docked. It was a large brig, with many mercenaries on the ship serving as guards. Not long after some of the mercenaries were unloading crates off the ship.
Once the mercenaries had unloaded the entire shipment off the brig, which was about twenty crates, they struck. It was still pretty early in the morning, so fires were still lit. Jacob fired a berserk dart at the fire nearest to the mercenaries. Five mercenaries were affected by the gas, making them go mad. They drew their weapons and began fighting all the other mercenaries.
It was all chaos, as the mercenaries had no idea who was not affected by the berserk dart. Thus, they were randomly attacking other mercenaries.
Jacob told Evie and the Rooks, "There's going to be the police or army showing up very soon. I need you all to defend the area against them."
As Logan led the four Rooks away, Evie asked, "Can you do this alone?"
Jacob nodded and said, "I'll be fine. Just go and help the Rooks."
Once Evie started following the Rooks, Jacob attacked the mercenaries. He delivered an uppercut punch to the stomach of the first mercenary, his brass knuckle ripping through the mercenary's clothing and flesh like paper. Jacob grabbed the first mercenary's shirt and shifted his jaw with a powerful punch to it.
Moving over to the second mercenary, Jacob noticed that he was one of the affected. He managed to disarm the mercenary without difficulty. Jacob plunged the mercenary's dagger into his chest before pulling it out and hurling it at a third mercenary. The dagger entered the third mercenary through the side of his abdomen.
Loading his dart gun quickly, Jacob fired a poison dart at a fourth mercenary, who was standing at the other side of the conflict. Soon after the mercenary used his free hand to clutch his chest, trying not to collapse as the poison kicked in. A moment later the mercenary started to swipe and flail his sword randomly, injuring nearby mercenaries. By the time the poison had killed him, the mercenary had killed a mercenary and injured two others.
The berserk dart's effect was starting to wear off. The four mercenaries who had been affected dropped dead. Now there were only four uninjured mercenaries remaining, and they had identified Jacob as their main enemy.
As they closed in on Jacob, he surged forward, punching the closest mercenary in his Adam's apple. The mercenary clutched his hands round his throat, and Jacob pushed him aside. No doubt it was painful, especially when Jacob was using brass knuckles.
Grabbing the second mercenary with his free hand, Jacob punched him repeatedly in the stomach until he started bleeding. Then Jacob let go of him and knocked him unconscious with a blow to the jaw.
Jacob ducked just in time to dodge a vicious swipe from the third mercenary. Jacob took the mercenary's leg and pulled it hard, causing him to fall. Taking his sword, Jacob spun it in a figure-of-eight before stabbing the last mercenary in his solar plexus.
While the mercenaries lay unconscious or dead on the ground, Jacob started pushing the crates into the sea. It took him about two minutes, and once he was done, he left the docks.
Outside the docks, Evie and the five Rooks were fighting off policemen that had shown up. Jacob whistled to them to notify them of his presence.
"We need to finish them off before we escape," Evie said as she thrust her Hidden Blade into a policeman's abdomen.
Jacob launched his rope launcher right into the throat of a second policeman, standing around ten metres away. The policeman died on the spot. Jacob fired a poison dart at a third policeman, and watched him for seconds until he died.
As the third policeman collapsed, another carriage of policemen arrived. Jacob told his comrades, "We can't keep fighting them! We have to take an alternate route!"
"Go first, I'll cover!" Evie yelled out. Jacob gestured for the Rooks to hurry as they ran back into the docks, with Logan at the back of the group.
"Are you sure you'll all be alright?" Logan asked.
Jacob put a hand on his back. "We'll be fine, hopefully. We won't be following you guys, so make sure you all stay safe, alright?"
Logan answered with a nod, before running off. After ensuring that the Rooks had run off, Jacob and Evie used their rope launchers to get up on a nearby building. The policemen tried shooting at them now, but they were simply too far away.
Jacob and Evie then made their escape, traversing across rooftops. Minutes later they had successfully fled from the police. They got off the rooftops and returned to the Seven Bells.
Half an hour later the Rooks, led by Logan, entered the Seven Bells. They were all fine, except for a few bruises here and there.
"What took you guys so long?" Jacob queried, eyeing the letter in Logan's hand.
Logan passed the letter to Jacob. "We found this in our mailbox. I've not read it yet, though."
Opening the letter, Jacob read it aloud. "Jacob Frye, leader of the Rooks. You do not know who I am, but that does not matter. I request to meet you in person privately tomorrow, at 22 Hatton Garden, a factory. Both you and I will be alone. I hope you will not fail me by bringing men to the factory."
"That sounds very suspicious, Boss," Logan said.
Jacob nodded. "Indeed. And the person asks me to meet him at a damn factory in Hatton Garden. But I shall go."
"I will follow you, Jacob," Evie said. "If not openly then discreetly."