Catherine held onto James' arm as he leads her through the town of Boston. She was dressed in a black dress with her light red clock hiding her face. She was hiding her appearance from the people of Boston, she was still hiding low. The wind swept the cloak a little as she walks. James keep an eye on for soldiers, or suspicious characters that would try to stop them. Catherine carried the length of her skirt as she walked while she carried lavender under her arm. Her mother's favorite flower, she was going to lay them at her grave in her honor. With spring in the air, flowers came easy, she was able to gather them on the way to the graveyard.

James gave a small smile, "You know who you remind me of with your flowers and little red cloak?"

"What?"

"There is an old story that my grandmother told me, dated back centuries. It's about a girl in a little red cloak who was eaten by a wolf."

"you're saying I will be eaten by wolf?!"

"No, no, it's just the innocence of how you look right now."

Catherine snorted, "I am far from innocent."

"That is a lie, my dear Catherine." James patted her arm

"But I can say for certain there are wolves in the mist," Catherine muttered

The Templars made her think of bloodthirsty wolves from the way Achilles talked about them. Catherine must have been seen as a little girl to them while they hunted her. She couldn't trust them ever.

The burial grounds were located right off of Tremont street in what look to be the center of buildings blocking the view of the street. Catherine touched James arm at the entrance of the graveyard which was an iron gate with an archway. It was one Boston's oldest graveyards if Catherine's memory recalled.

"I like to be alone, but I will call if I needed anything."

The sun had just set with a foggy mist setting in as she walked through the graveyard alone. The iron bars made her feel safe and that she couldn't be snuck up on. Buildings surrounded the graveyard across the street had a view over the graveyard. She could feel James had his eyes on her back as she hiked her skirt up to walk through the wet grass and muddy ground. There was another entrance at the end that open to an alleyway at the edge of the grave site where she found a gravestone with a fresh mound of dirt.

Rose Carrie Cormac

Birth Oct 22nd, 1729

Death March 5th, 1770

Loving wife and beloved mother

Next to the gravestone was her uncle's stone, Liam O'Brien. Rose brought Catherine every year on the anniversary of his death to pay respect and read Liam's favorite passage from the bible when he was a child. Though there was nobody under the grave, just an empty plot, the plot was supposed to bring comfort to Rose. Catherine had never heard the story how her uncle perish until she met Achilles. Her uncle's bones sat at the bottom of a frozen mountain where they weren't able to be recovered….That wouldn't bring peace to anyone's mind.

The world was utterly quiet before she kneeled in front of the grave placing the flowers on the grave. "I am so sorry mama," Her voice broke in sobs.

The air was dead, but an eerie presence hung in the raised the hair on the back of her neck, a feeling of urgency overwhelmed the young girl while she was in her grief. Almost like a warning mechanism when danger was near. This was a gift of the senses along with her vision of different colors, but Catherine never questions where it came from.

Catherine's "sixth sense" was right.

She glances towards the direction that gave her feeling of suspicion. Between the shadows of an alleyway that led into the graveyard came the figure of a man. His tricorn hat shadowing his face, almost something from a nightmare. "Do not try to run, you would not make it far."

Haytham Kenway stood before the young Irish girl causing her to scramble to her feet, wishing she had a weapon to arm herself. Hatred stained her eyes, "You'd be surprised at how far I could run, I have a natural talent for it, Master. Kenway."

Haythem let out an hum as he took several steps towards Catherine as if he was judging her every action. "Bright girl, I see you remember me, but I still suggest you don't run. I have more years on you girl."

She could tell by his stance that he was far better suited then she was. Her only training was climbing through the trees at the homestead and swinging a dull blade for weapon practice. Catherine concluded Haytham came for one thing only.

"Tell me, have you came to kill me for seeing Lee on the rooftop? I remember you and your small order from when I was a child. I can remember sneaking aboard my father's ship to New York and meeting you on the harbor when we arrived. I can remember all the hush secrets."

Haythem stood next to Catherine looking over the grave giving a humorous chuckle. "No, I've come to give my condolences," he started looking at the grave. "I do apologize what has happened. We did not know you and your mother would be in the crowd."

"It is not me you have just wrong…what about the families of the other victims?"

The grandmaster seemed to not have an excuse for it, but simply accepted it, "It was a necessity, in which I can explain to you in time, my dear, I invite you to come stay in my home until your father is able to be reached. I will explain everything there."

"No thank you, I will be in my home. I don't want to hear any of your excuses why you had the right to kill 6 innocent people."

Footsteps were heard running towards them, It was James that came dashing towards Catherine, "Cathy, we need to get going, curfew is coming into effect," The young man glanced at Master. Kenway, "Is this man bothering you?" He glared at Kenway.

"No, I was just about to fetch you to leave," She turned her attention to him. "The cold is bitter and I would like to go home."

Haythem glanced at him to the boy before looking back at Catherine with a slight nod. "A word of advice…Running a tavern for one so young will be hard." then his cool grey eyes harden in look as he gazed into her brown ones that mirrored her father's. "Know this Miss Cormac, I will be keeping an eye on you. If you get the idea to leave or disappear I will be after you. You may not be of the Order but you are one of us through your father."

"Don't let my age fool you," she glared at him. "I don't need to be watched like a child," anger boiled into her veins as she heard his words.

All Haythem did be lift an eyebrow at her words. "Then I will not keep you much longer, my dear."

He slightly turned to glance at the boy that had been near. He found the way the boy tried to be threatening amusing. "Just remember Miss Cormac, we will be near." With that, he gave her a small bow then turned around to leave passing the boy.

James narrowed his eyes, "what a creep.." he glanced at his friend, "are you alright?"

"Aye," Catherine tighten her cloak around her, "We need to go…I could use that pot of tea." Her voice was dripping with anger.

Haytham heard the girl's last sentence before disappearing into the darkness of the alleyway. Haytham admires the girl's strength in order to stand up to him, such a bold girl. Though, he could see the similarity between father and daughter. She was stubborn as Shay was, but he didn't blame the girl for the anger she felt.

At the end of the cold dark alleyway was Charles Lee, who had been the one to inform him of Miss. Cormac's return. Lee had his arms crossed over his chest while he waited for his grandmaster to return with news. "No luck?"

"Afraid not," Lee fell in step with the Grandmaster. "I want our most stealthy men to tail Miss Cormac until Master Cormac returns. If she is to run that tavern she will need hired help. Get one of our female spies…the Persian girl if you may. I want her to work there as a barmaid."

"Hickey would know her and he has the knows how to hang around taverns without getting suspicious and has the largest network of underground spies." Lee walked next to him, before going into his coat pocket. "Word arrived this morning from Cormac, he should be arriving within two months time, which is a lot sooner than suspected, but it is due to the box he has been running around for all these years."

Haytham skimmed through Shay's handwriting, "I hope he finds it soon."