Hey guys, this is short then the last one, but I am moving in a week so I wanted to give you this early. One thing I want to add, I know it probably seems Odd to have Charles Dorian in the American Colonies, but I have a reasoning. So please enjoy, follow, and review. :)

-MasterAssassinMoon

Shay walked into the Boston headquarters of the Templar Order which to his much displeasure, it was Lee's house. They would usually meet at the Green Dragon Inn, but this matter was a private one. Much of their discussions were private, but tensions were high amongst them due to the mess of things. The death of Rose was still fresh on his mind and the anxiety he felt didn't help. Rose's death was painful enough, but if something had happened to his daughter; He didn't know what he would do.

The Ship Captain had been planning to return to his family for a surprise visit. Shay loved his girls and wanted to spend the year with them. The lead of the Precursor box had gone cold once again and he needed to revisit things. Until Haytham's letter fell into his lap and the devastating news that was dried in the ink.

When Shay learned that it was Lee that fired the smoking gun, he lost all control. He had Lee by the man's coat slammed against the wall. Johnson had to pry the man away before Shay could kill the poor sob, it wasn't the action that triggered Shay's temper, but the choice of words that followed.

She shouldn't have been in the crowd, shouldn't of her mother been smart to haul them out of that mess. The girl should have been smart enough to leave.

No one realized the reaction that Shay would have lost his temper. How could anyone know that his daughter and wife would be in that crowd? How would the Templars know that Catherine and a native boy would try to stop it? Shay couldn't wrap his mind around why it was necessary to have the British fire upon a crowd, but Haytham said it was an accident. The objective was meant to disperse the crowd and to cause an uproar. The deaths were too much of a high price.

Haytham gave him a day to calm down from Lee's cruel words before the templars reconvene.

Shay took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door. A young maid with gold hair answered and lead the Templar Knight to Lee's study. He learned her name was Charlotte when Lee snapped his fingers at her to bring tea. Charles glanced up at the man and a moment of tension filled the air. It was clear that neither of them had forgotten the last night's altercation.

Haytham, at last, entered the room after a half hour of quietness with Johnson tailing behind him. A strange woman entered too, someone not from the colonies but from across the sea to the east. Shay was a sucker not to admit that she was an exotic beauty.

The older Irish man, William, patted Shay back, "Don't worry, it's alright."

The Assassin hunter was eager to see his daughter, but no one said a word about her. "Where is Catherine? You'd said you would find her."

"Gone," The woman spoke, her accent was filled with a Persian heritage. "I'm Azura. I work with Catherine at the Snowdrop."

The woman got his full attention, "Gone? She is still missing?"

"No, she was home for awhile, but after a failed attempt she went into the wind." Azura gave a glanced at the Grandmaster, "Master. Kenway and Hickey thought it would be a lovely idea to have a planned kidnapping."

"We became concerned with the company she was keeping."

"Who?" Shay racked his mind for who could possible hanging around his daughter.

Haytham took a deep breath before speaking. "The Assassins." Haytham took a deep breath. "The Assassins seem to have taken an interest in your daughter after your wife's death."

Why would they be? Rose had cut ties with the Brotherhood after the death of Liam, even before that she was fighting against them at every turn.

"I don't know why," Shay stood up, "But I have to find her her before she finds herself in trouble. Where is my daughter now?"

"Left Boston." Lee spoke up, "You just missed her by a day."

Shay sighed as he sat down in a chair, "What do you want me to do? I can't keep leaving. I need to put the finding of the box on hold until I make sure my daughter is safe." For the first time in a long time, he was putting his family first before the Templars.

"I understand….we need you here for now." Haytham touched his shoulder, "War is brewing again,"

"Of course, sir."

Haytham nodded before looking at Charles and Johnson, "I'd like to talk to Cormac alone."

Without a word, the other two senior Templars left the room. "There is a rumor that Achilles might be recruiting again, but we are unsure."

"Achilles wouldn't, not after what happen," Shay replied to the strange comment. Achilles was defeated after the standoff outside the destroyed temple years ago. Shay could still hear his old mentor anguish cries as the templar walked away with Haytham

Haytham hummed, "That is what I thought until I did some digging." He took a seat at Lee's desk. "Catherine has been staying at the Davenport Homestead,"

"You don't think she is actually training?" Shay felt a pit in his stomach at the thought of his daughter training to become an assassin.

"I don't know ." Haytham bit his lip.

Shay knawed the inside of his cheek. "Catherine knows nothing, she is a sweet girl."

"With a stubbornness, she reminds me of you."

The sea captain snorted "She gets that from her mother." Shay crossed his arms as he remembered his wife's wittiness. He would keep the memory of his wife close to his heart for the rest of his life.

Haytham shook his head, "She has your perseverance not to mention those strong eyes."

Shay gave a faint smile, "Cathy..she has always been a strong-willed child. I have a mountain of letters from Rose proving that."

Shay was a proud father, but that was his downfall. The idea of that Catherine would be an Assassin rocked him to his very core. The little girl that Shay had seen sitting on the stairs with pigtails waiting for him was all grown up with her own thoughts.

"Haytham, let me be home for awhile, let me find my daughter."

Shay gave a pleading glance at the man, but Haytham touched his shoulder with a worried look. The grandmaster wasn't just his mentor but was his close friend. Haytham had kept his promise of watching his small family. "I swear, everything in my power. I will make sure Catherine comes to you safe, but…."

"But what?" Shay asked dreading in his voice.

"If she does become an Assassin-"

"I will change her mind, no one will lay a finger on her." There was so much time taken from his family because he wanted to find that damn box. "I will not see my daughter pay the price of the assassins." Shay clutched the chair, the nitours nickname that followed him through the years had stuck, the Assassin Hunter. Ever since the purge, he had been dub this cruel nickname. He wasn't proud of killing people who were once his brothers. Now what Haytham was asking seemed to be impossible.

"I will ask you to take care of it, Shay."

"I can't just-"

"I have a son," Haytham cuts him off, "From a Native woman years ago….he is the same age as your daughter. They seem to know each other, but there hasn't been a site of him since the shooting."

Shay was stunned he was unsure how to respond. "Sir..." There was slight mention of the native woman had shared a summer love with Haytham. How could Haytham just find out about his own son after all these years? "I am so sorry."

"He was the one that was helping Catherine to stop the shooter. I don't know if its true, or not…I haven't seen the boy close yet."

"I can find out if you like while I am looking into this matter."

"No, for now, just look into your daughter. The boy has not been sighted since the Boston Massacre."

Shay was quiet for a moment before walking over to a table that had scotch sitting on the side, "I don't think Lee would mind if we stole a drink." Shay looked over at the Grandmaster, "When Catherine was born...I wasn't there…but when I first saw her…she took my breath away. I was watching from the roof to see Rose putting Catherine down for bed. She looked tired and depressed, so I came through the window. Knowing the risk that she could easily tell Liam that I was alive." As he talked he poured them drinks. "It's never easy to be away from her' kids." Shay walked over to him handing a glass to him. "So congrats, you're a da."

Haytham clanked his glass and both men drank in celebrating in silence. An unspoken bond was between the two men as they shared that bottle.