This is very short, its killing me how short this is and how long it took me to put this out.

-Moon

The native boy waited patiently for Catherine arrived once he had been requested by Dorian through a letter. He was dressed in captain's coat waiting patiently for any sign of Catherine. He was more than willing to take her to Philidipha. Especially if it meant throwing a hit towards the Templars, Achilles called Catherine foolish to Connor for going after artifacts. He wasn't the one to judge on her decisions, in fact, he understood. She was frustrated and hurt by the events surrounded by her mother's death. Catherine was fuming with revenge and was willing to do anything for it. Like himself, he wanted to end the Templars especially Charles Lee.

Connor glanced around the harbor with his arms crossed over his chest when he spotted someone he recognized. Catherine's hired help for the tavern, Azure. She looked to be talking to someone, laughing at a joke with a charming smile. He wasn't about to pay much mind to it until he notices who the man was. Thomas Hickey. He growled reaching for his tomahawk but noticed a carriage pulled up.

James waited patiently in the main hall in the Dorian household. He had a received a letter from a courier while he was working the anvil. He was invited on a trip to Philadelphia for a few weeks. The favor was for Catherine. Master Mack didn't hesitate to allow his apprentice to leave for a bit, saying the anvil and fire would be waiting for his return. He glanced up the stairs when he heard footsteps, it was Catherine. Except she didn't look like her normal self. She was dressed in a fine emerald dress styled as a habit. She looked ready to travel as a noblemen's daughter. James stared upon her with wide eyes.

Catherine smiled widely when she saw her friend after her strange morning. Catherine walked forward to give him a hug. "I am surprised Dorian invited you here."

"I am as well." James smiled, "He invited me along on your trip."

"Really?"

The two teenagers had been sharing constant correspondence for the last month. Catherine had quite enjoyed the conversations she had with James. It was like they were living close to each other again. She had missed their friendship deeply and his company the last few months. After the truth of the Assassins and the Templars came into light. James had come to understand why Catherine was being so secretive. She requested that James moved his family to somewhere outside of Boston. After hearing about Haytham threating his family, Catherine had sent a quick letter to Achilles and Connor for shelter for Mrs. Quinn and her two young daughters. Connor had written back wholeheartedly agreed to say he will have accommodations for them. Thanks to Godfrey and Terry, they built a comfortable cabin for the small family in the growing community.

James was thankful for Connor's intervention and seem to have lost his disdain towards the native. Catherine was glad to hear from Connor as well. She was starting to miss him, and the company she shared with him. He was a dear good friend after everything she had been through.

"Ah, good,you're here Master. Quinn," Charles spoke as he came downstairs. "Why don't we discuss things in my study."

After a brief moment, Charles became comfortable at his desk with the two teenagers sitting across from him.

"I will not be going with you to Philadelphia," Charles Dorian bluntly stated.

"Wh-what?" Catherine looked surprised as he heard his words. "Why?"

"I want to see how you can handle this mission. I asked James to come along with you, so you would not be in there alone."

Catherine was unsure of bringing James in such a dangerous situation. "No offense to James, but wouldn't Connor be a better choice? If things were to get hairy, we can get out quickly."

"I thought of that, but he would stand out in such events, so it will just be you and James."

James seemed unsure as he spoke. "Why me?"

"Catherine trusts you. I think you both will make a good team." He noted their close friendship. "Besides, it will be highly inappropriate for a young lady of Catherine's age to attend a party by herself. I have managed to smuggle your name on the guest list. You are the son of a wealthy landowner and Catherine will be your fiancee'."

The teenagers blushed red, "If you believe this would work." Catherine cleared her throat. "When do we leave today?"

"This evening, I've ready accommodations for you both. You will be leaving tonight on a ship bound to Philadelphia."

Catherine wasn't sure if it was the best idea to bring James along with her. He wasn't trained in sword combat, and she was still learning. "I can do this," James shook his head in agreement. "All Catherine has to do is sneak deeper into the house to find whatever she is looking for."

"That is what I hope to hear." Dorian nodded, "once you are finished, meet me in New York where I shall leave from to Europe. I will be taking the artifacts to somewhere safe."

"And my training?"

Dorian gave her a reassuring smile, "I have spoken to Achilles. I have suggested taking you with me to Paris and various other countries around Europe. If Connor is planning on rebuilding the colonial brotherhood. You will need to establish connections with your fellow Assassins, and we agreed that you might be the best person."

James' heart skip a beat when he heard Catherine might leave the colonies. "Will I be able to return at any time of my choosing?"

"Yes, if you wish to return home, I will personally pay for your return voyage."

Catherine nodded, "I will give you my answer in New York."

"Alright, for now, I suggest you both get to Boston. I have transport ready for you, a good friend of yours." He went to his desk to pull out papers. "One more thing, there will be someone who will be waiting for you in Philadelphia. His name is Monsieur Andre'. He is an etiquette tutor who will help you and James get ready to sneak into the party. He is waiting for your arrival near your tavern." He held out official looking paper including an invitation.

James stood up after he stuffed his paperwork in his coat. "I will meet you outside then, Cathy." He patted her shoulder before leaving the room. An uneasiness had settled on his shoulder at the prospect of Catherine leaving, but he kept his option on himself. Her place was home, not fighting some ancient war.

Catherine glanced towards Dorian, "I don't agree with bringing with him, what if he gets hurt?"

"Don't worry much about it." Dorian jots something down. "If something goes wrong, I want you both to get out. I don't doubt your abilities, but I don't want you to get killed."

Catherine was quiet for a few moments mulling over the mission before speaking up about a different subject. She needed to discuss what she had experience in her vision."I have a confession to make." Catherine played with her thumbs. "I did touch the box."

"I suspected as much." Dorian furrowed his eyebrows. "What happen?"

"Is that why you were on the floor."

"Aye, but I didn't just black out." Catherine licked her lips unsure. "Though something extraordinary happened." Catherine was skeptical. "I saw my parents. It was like I reliving their memories."

Dorian was relaxed, "I have read old Assassin reports that a person essence was attached to this dusty old box. Whoever holds it in their possession may relive the memories of the people who came into a contact with it."

"So what I saw were my parent's memories."

"Yes, exactly, you must have triggered that essence by picking it up. Maybe it's the blood you share with them, maybe its just luck." Dorian theorized to the young woman.

Catherine snorted as she stood up. "I don't believe in luck."

"Well, nonetheless, you should be off. We can speak more on the subject when you reach New York."