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Connor approached the rocks that overlooked the river, "Is that his property?"

Kanen'tó:kon nodded, "Yes, Johnson Hall is just across the river. The water is well guarded, Ratonhnhaké: ton."

The native assassin could see the people walking along the water. They were armed with muskets, keeping an eye out in case to see if anyone would disturb the sale.

Connor was already planning a route for him to get to the meeting without being noticed. He was just waiting for Catherine's single, he decided that he would get a closer look.

"Wait here, I'll be back."

Kanen'tó:kon nodded, "Be careful," he watched his friend take off running across the fallen trees and dive into the water.

Catherine's thighs hugged Socks side as the mare galloped hard down the road towards Johnson Hall. Her teeth gritted as she gripped onto the reins tightly as she listened to the thundering hooves of her horse. Catherine prayed that she would not be late for the meeting. Catherine had known where Johnson Hall was from a location on a map she found amongst her mother's things. The assassin just hoped that she would be at the estate before anything gotten out of hand.

Catherine pulled the horse's reins to a stop, she could see a guard patrolling the dirt path ahead. The young assassin could tell that these men were Johnson's men from the way they were armed. Taking action, she climbed off the back of her mare. She slapped the behind of the horse to only watch it take off running in the opposite direction of the property. She trusted that the animal would find her way home. Pulling up her hood in a slow fashion, she darted to the bushes to hide from the prying eyes of the guards.

The assassin did not want to cause alarm before she got to the meeting. Pulling herself into the trees above, she concealed herself into the leaves of the trees. She crouched like a lioness as she lept from branch to branch. None of the guards could see the deadly woman above them. As she neared the wooden house, she could hear William Johnson talk to the natives. His thick Irish accent carried over the forest, Catherine could recognize it from the time she spent around him as a child.

She slipped through the trees through the bushes, sneaking past a building. The natives from the confederation of the tribes were sitting in half circle in front of William Johnson. She counted the armed men that were watching the natives argue their rights over there land. Catherine felt sickened by the situation at hand.

There she stood as they talked, the natives were arguing amongst each other whether not to sell or not.

"Brothers, please! I am confident we will find a solution." William Johnson spoke out towards the men.

The leader of the small group of the natives, he looked to be the elder. "We are not your brothers."

Johnson outstretched his arms in annoyance. "Do we not seek the same things? Peace, prosperity, fertile land."

Catherine watched the Elder and the Templar go back and forth. Johnson sewed lies of false hope and protection for the land, she could not stand by any longer to listen to him. She stood up from her hiding spot and marched out towards the meeting.

The guards that were lazing about until they saw the fiery redhead. "Oi! Stop right there." One shouted at her, but she pushed the man away from her.

Johnson and the natives adverted their eyes towards the assassin. "This is a private meeting, who the hell are you?"

Catherine stopped before the Templar, standing mere feet away. "I'm surprised you don't recognize here." She pulled down her hood showcasing her fiery red hair and dark eyes. "I mean, the last time you saw me I was much smaller lass with my hair in ribbons. I spent the summer here as a child."

"Lil Catherine Cormac…I thought you were dead."

"You all did,"

"Even your own father?"

His words cut into her like a deep knife when he spoke about her father, she kept a stoic face as she listen to his words. "It doesn't matter what everyone thought I was dead, I didn't come here to announce myself,"

"Then why, girl?"

"I came to speak to them." Catherine glanced over towards the group of Elders. "I came to purchase their land for their own protection. I have the help and aid from alleys who want to see that these people to live safely on their own lands without any disturbance."

William Johnson look surprised at the response from the younger woman. It seemed laughable to see her have such high bidder.

The Elder pointed at Johnson, "You seek land, true enough. Land that is not yours, nor any person's." He shot a glance at the younger redhead. "Child, I don't know what you can offer us. We don't even know you."

"But I do know of you. I am good friends with Ratonhnhaké:ton from the village of Kanatahséton. We have been working on a plan to keep your villages safe ever since we heard Johnson was trying to buy it."

Another native stood up from the half circle. "Ratonhnhaké:ton and I hail from the same village. He is a good man with a humble heart that has set out to do what is right by our village. I can vouch for him."

William Johnson crossed his arms over chest. "How would you afford to keep these people safe, Catherine? I don't doubt your good intentions, but your unwed woman with no family ties, or backing. You don't have the power or wealth to keep these people safe."

He turned to take look at the Natives. "There are those who would betray and manipulate you…Or worse yet ….take the land by force."

"We are all too aware of the expeditions your people send against us."

The Elder took a glance at the younger woman, there was a look in his eye that said that he wasn't referring to the colonist. But to the Templars, who were trying to gain further look into the land.

"What do you mean, my people? We are all ONE! We should act as such!"

Catherine could remember Johnson as being a man that was calm and collected from when she was a child. Now she saw an aging man who was losing his temper. His cheeks turned to a hue that match his dark red clothing.

"How? By signing our lands over to you? Then we'll be as one which will be in your debt forever!"

Another Native spoke up to give doubt to Catherine's cause. "Sir William may have a point... What hope do we have against their black powder and iron? If we do sign over our lands, I do believe he would be the better choice then the woman."

A few others spouted options on the sale of the land, some argued for Johnson while others waived in favor for Catherine. Others just refused the sale of the land.

"Peace. Peace!" He called out to speak over the loud conversation, "She is just a child that has no experience with this sort of matter, but have I not always been an advocate? Have I not always sought to protect you from harm? If we all come together, I am sure there is something that could be worked out. Including you Catherine, you have the right heart, but I am afraid you are just naïve."

Catherine gritted her teeth at the fact he was talking to her like a child before she could speak up in her defense, the head Elder spoke over. "If you wish to protect us, then give us arms. Muskets and horses that we might defend ourselves!"

"War is not the answer!"

Catherine marched forward, pushing her hair from her eyes again. She met eye to eye with the native, "I can promise that.I have contacts and allies in wealthy places that can arm you to protect you from outside forces."

"And who would that be?" Johnson asked smugly.

"Some French Noblemen that owe me some favors, but I do have some other allies in the shadows that do not wish to see you or allies to succeed."

Catherine gently held out her wrist to showcase her hidden blade, the metal of her blade reflected in the light. She could see the fact that it clicks in Johnson's head that he knew what she was.

"I can make sure you are protected," Catherine said

"So, can I, I can make sure you're protected."

The Elder adverted his head back towards Johnson after hearing the words from Catherine. "We remember Stanwix! We remember you moved the borders! Even today men dig up the land - showing no regard for those who live upon it. Your words are honeyed but false." The Elder put his foot down towards Johnson. "We are not here to negotiate, nor to sell. We are here to tell you and yours to leave these lands." He looked back towards Catherine deeply. "I am sorry, girl, as much as your intentions are pure, we just don't know your intentions personally."

"I understand, but I hope in time you can understand where myself and Ratonhnhaké: ton, are coming from, I want to make sure your land is safe."

The elder took a moment of pause as he studied the young woman's face. All was silent besides the noise of the breeze blowing in the wind, much like the calm before the storm.

"We will think about your offer."

Johnson let out a long irritated sigh with a disappointing scowl directed towards the natives and Catherine. "So be it." He raised his hand towards his armed men. "I offered you an olive branch, and you knocked it from my hand." The guards raised there muskets towards the natives and Catherine. "Perhaps you'll respond better to the sword."

"Are you threatening us?"

"Yes. I am."

Catherine rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, "Don't do this Johnson."

"If that girl moves, shoot her." Catherine could hear the sound of click from musket that was behind her. She turned around quickly to face the man that held the musket. Her eyes widen when she saw the man. "Martian…I left you for dead in Paris."

"I know, love, but here am I." He cocked a grin at the young woman.

Catherine glanced back Johnson then back at Martian. "This how the Templars gained money to buy the land after the destruction of the tea."

Martian shrugged, "I just would not move girl."

Catherine clinched her jaw until she looked up at the sky, she saw Orla circling above them. The woman stood there for a moment reaching out to her winged companion. She reached out in a connection towards Orla. Seeing through the eagle's eyes, using Orla as an eyeglass, she looked for any sign of Connor.

He was leaping through the tree branches, gaining ground closer to the house. Connor was one solid leap from the house with his tomahawk at the ready.

She came out of her vision, knowing that death was close upon William Johnson. She wanted to try to reason with him one last time. "Johnson, please, don't force these people to give up their home to you."

"You don't have a say in this Catherine, I am sorry this has gone this way. If you know what's best for yourself, you will stay silent."

"Here I thought you were an honorable and kind man from what I remember as a child."

"And you are still a child, a selfish one at that."

Catherine felt his words stab her like a knife, she knew he meant about the situation between her and her father. Shay Cormac still believed that she was dead, she knew it would be wiser to not reach out to him.

"Don't do this."

Johnson ignored her one last request. "If anyone leaves, shot them."

Martian reached out to grabbed Catherine's arm. "I warn you, let go, or you will regret it. You might escape this unscratched this time."

"Oh don't worry, I know I will… with you."

His tone of voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She knocked hand away and aimed her hidden blade at the man's neck with the dart pointing at its target. She was ready to pull the trigger.

In a single moment, from the corner of her eye. Connor lept from the roof, landing hard on William Johnson. He hit a single blow on the Templar, ending his life. In the brief moments that followed before the chaos that erupted, she saw that Connor was talking to William. Johnson spoke his final words to his killer.

The look on Connor's face showed what Catherine's felt. They did not want to come down to killing Johnson, but the man left no choice for the two assassins.

Catherine turned back around to face Martian, the man vanished from her sight. "Fucken arse," she cursed. "Connor!" She saw Johnson's men erupt into chaos, starting to firing shots and attacking the natives. She pulled out her sword and ran her blade through one of the guards.

One of the natives were already wounded from an altercation, he helped the man up. He noticed they were highly outnumbered. "Catherine, we need to leave now!" He darted across the yard towards Catherine, she waited for him to approach her. They took off running together with h the guards chasing after them. Catherine realized they were headed to the edge of a cliff, she realized what they had to do.

She took a deep breath before leaping from the edge with Connor, performing a swan dive. The assassins were engulfed by water, in a moment, Catherine had her eyes open frantically looking for Connor. Her lungs burned for air as soon as she spots him, he swam to the surface. Catherine escaped to the surface, letting her lungs fill with air.

Catherine headed in the direction of the shoreline. She crawled onto the shoreline, she laid in the dirt and grass with Connor following behind her.

She wheezed for a few moments before rolling on her back. She took a moment to realized what happen. "Catherine," Connor rolled over to look at her. "Are you alright?"

"Aye, today has just been full of surprises."

Connor crawled over to her, "Who was that man?" He sat up on all fours as he caught his breath.

"Someone who is suppose to be dead…" Catherine sat up looking at him. "Are you okay?"

"I am, are you?"

Catherine nodded as she shakily breathed, Connor reached his hand to sweep a strained of hair from her face. He touched her cheek, "I was worried about you, I should have not allowed you to go alone."

"You were worried?" She teased with a grinned, "I am just fine. You saw, I marched right in there and stood up to a Templar."

"I know."

Catherine sighed, "I think we can still help your people to protect their land."

Connor felt touch at the lengths that Catherine went to help his people. "We can try to see if they will go for it, but they might."

Catherine spoke with hear leading thought. "They said they would think about it….at least buy your village land so your home is safe. I can have my name on it then I can transfer it to you-" Connor leaned into a kiss, Catherine was stunned to say at least from his jester. She didn't know if it was from all the excitement from escaping, or for the work she had pushed through.

She didn't fight it, but she kissed him back, pulling away. "We need to head back, find Kanen'tó:kon."

They heard someone clear their throat, interrupting their moment. He had a sly smirk on his face as he looked down at his friend. "I take it Johnson is dead." He made a comment in Mohawk, Catherine could only pick up a few words, but it was teasing Connor. She chuckled when she saw his cheeks turn to a rosy pink.

"Aye, though, I tried pleading with the man to back off from buying the land. Connor was the one that laid the killing blow." Catherine stood up with the help of Connor. "Now, I like to get out of these wet clothes."

Connor nodded, "We can set up a camp not far from here."

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Catherine chuckled as she listened to Kanen'tó:kon told stories of his and Connor's adventures. She listened to the tale of how Connor rescued him from a bear. Her sleeves were rolled up with her hair rolled up in a bun with a stick holding it in place.

"Well, you two sound like you've been in quite a bit of trouble." Catherine grinned as she took a bite from a cooked rabbit. "Reminds me of the time, when your dear friend here fell of his horses' saddle when it was spooked by its own shadow. The saddle wasn't even buckled right."

Kanen'tó:kon smiled, obviously glad to know he wasn't the only one to make foolish mistakes.

Connor threw another log on the fire, both of there coats were drying over the fire. Connor and Catherine sat close to the fire, drying their clothes. Catherine watched fireflies danced off in the distance from the three.

"As much as I love this lounging around, we will need to think about what we plan next. For now, your people's land is safe, but there could be a wave of an attack on your home." Catherine study both of them.

"With Johnson dead, they won't have any interest in the land." Kanen'tó:kon pointed out.

"But they could. I already spoke with one of the elders before Johnson died, they may want to talk to us about it. We would just have to wait and see if the Confederacy reaches out to us."

Connor and Kanen'tó:kon nodded in a humble agreement. Connor's old friend stood up afterward, "I will be returning back to the village now. To inform everyone of the news."

Connor stood up to give his friend a shake and tight hug, "It's good seeing you again, Kanen'tó:kon."

The native gave one last look at Catherine before he left. "Thank you, Catherine, it was nice meeting you."

She smiled. "You too,"

Catherine watched as he walked away into the woods. She glanced at Connor, he had been quiet, making minimum answers. "Are you okay?"

"I am, I watched your plea to Johnson to stop. I waited to see if he would subside and let everyone walk away."

"I hoped so too, he was kind to me as a child. I lived with him and his family for a month when I was 7 years of age…looking back now, that was a lifetime ago."

Connor touched his cheek where a faint scar kissed his face. "I want to let you know, he wasn't kind as you think…He was there the day my village burn down. He knocked me out with the butt of his gun. Though out of all the men that were there, he did sound the kindness…though, the worst of men can have a touch of kindness."

"I can understand that." Catherine stretched, "I think we should stop dwelling on Johnson. I do want to mention something though…Do you remember about that man I mention that I thought I killed in Paris?"

"The one that tried to kill his wife?"

"Aye…He was there today, I was ready to kill him, but I lost him in the chaos. I think he told William Johnson that I was alive. Johnson did not seem that surprise."

Connor went to his coat and dug out a letter from his pocket. "I found this on Johnson after he died. It's addressed to my father." Catherine reached over to grab it.

She tore the seal and read it. After a moment of soaking in the words. "It's a letter stating about information about Martian Pronovost, William is informing Haytham to not trust a word about this man. It goes on further about how I am alive….I think Johnson knew I was alive, he wouldn't be much longer." Catherine growled as she folded the letter. "This is going to cause trouble for us. I did not want the Templars to know I am still alive, that was the one advantage we had. They will see us coming with Pronovost still alive, he is going tell either Haytham or Lee."

"We will track him down, but for now you will need to keep your head down."

"How? Become someone else?"

Connor shrugged, "Maybe? I mean, you look already different with your hair tied back."

Catherine laughed, "I could chop all my hair off and pass off as a man for a while."

"It could work."

"I am not going to hide who I am, Connor. I am a proud woman, I will not hide." Catherine laid back on the ground. "I just don't want them to see us coming."

Connor laid down next to her, "I don't think they will, I think in all of the confusion and chaos today, no one will find out that you were still alive."

Catherine looked at the pooling brown eyes as he stared at her. "Why did you kiss me?"

Connor reached over to grabbed her hand. "I-I don't know...I guess it was just relief."

She smiled with feelings swirling in her eyes. "Well, I am glad you did. Though, next time, we shouldn't share such a kiss in front of your friend, so he wouldn't tease the hell out of ya."

"Like when?"

"How about now?" She reached over to kiss him softly, peeking him on the lips.

Catherine knew that it would be foolish to listen to her emotions in a time of such great importance. She then remembered when Dorian had told her to take a step back and enjoy life. Don't let a life of an assassin ruin her personal one.

Charles Lee sat as he listened to one of the survivors of the massacre. Music could be heard below the wooden floorboards. The two men sat in a private room in a tavern right outside of John's Town. Charles had just arrived yesterday with Haytam for Willaim's funeral. The Grandmaster was already at Johnson Hall speaking with Molly Johnson about her husband.

As the second in command listen to the Greek man., He took note as the guard describe the altercation of one of the natives killing William Johnson during the meeting. Taking the land by force was what the Templars wanted to avoid, but due to unforeseen, Johnson was now dead. He hated to hear one of his brothers were dead from the incident, he had seen a lot of good men die. Johnson was the saddest.

Charles was about to set off for Johnson funeral and to greet his sorrowful widow and family. He wanted to pay his respects to a man that he was proud to have fought alongside him for many years.

The man that came to him with the news of William's death was named Martian Pronovost. He had a thick Greek accent that said he was an old friend of Johnson. Charles found it odd but decided not to question it.

"There is one more thing, a young woman tried to purchase the land right from out under Johnson."

"Who?" Lee asked with a raised eyebrow of concern.

Charles had a flash of vibrant red hair come to mind with a young woman with the maiden name of Cormac. "Redhead Irish woman with a loud mouth…though by the look on your face, you know the person."

Lee eyes widen, "Did she say her name?"

"No, but Johnson did. Catherine Cormac."

Charles Lee stood up so fast knocking back his chair to the floor. "How is that wretched bitch still alive?"

"Smart girl, I ran into her while I was doing work in Paris, she left me near dead. I came here to finish her off. I would not worry too much of it. In fact, you would not even have to tell your Grandmaster about it."

"I would have too,"

"But would the girl still live, or be around if you do? I know what kind of history she has with the Colonial Rite."

Charles paused for a moment, thinking about the type of connection that Catherine shared with her father and the Grandmaster. Charles Lee hated to admit it, but Haytham had shown weakness when it came to the younger Cormac. Maybe it was to the fact she was just a child, but Charles Lee would not allow it.

"Do what you must just get rid of her," Charles said backing away from the man. "I must leave for the funeral. If you fail, I don't want it to get back to the fact I knew she was still alive."

"The redhead vixen won't be in your life much longer."

The Templar gave an icy stare towards the man, "She better not." He exited out of the room, not realizing the true intentions of Greek man.