We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spillMore Like This
No matter how many graves we fill
Forever we are meant to fight
We work in the dark, to serve the light
ChildhoodSeamus Hayes was, quite possibly, the only young boy James trusted with his daughter. The red-head was always extremely polite when in his presence, and he seemed to be genuinely sweet to Marjolaine; James had not once caught him teasing his daughter, or making fun of her behind her back. The two were settled at the kitchen table, their homework spread out around them, half-done and ignored as they ate potato crisps and pretended to study from their math book. James couldn't help but smile. He knew very well there was a Grognak the Barbarian comic behind that textbook, but he couldn't bring himself to stop them from, well, being children.More Like This
They were only ten, after all. Despite the occasional gasp and snort from the duo, mixed in with the occasional crunch of their snacks, they were entirely silent, flipping the pages of their comic. The Vault PA system crooned out some old song, and gave the whole scene an extremely domestic feel. It took James a moment to tear his eyes away and return
Respect, I Suppose.This is just a little one-shot starring the thoughts of the horribly sarcastic and British Haytham Kenway.More Like This
How did it come to this?
No, wait, I know how. That stupid boy just couldn't wait. Don't they teach patience to those Assassins? I suppose not.
I look back over my shoulder and he's still got his ax locked with a rapier, and they're struggling for the upper hand. I rip my own sword from the guard I just struck down and slide the hidden blade from my sleeve. I take a running start and leap from the ground, planting my feet firmly on the British man's shoulders. My weight carries the two of us to the ground, and we clip Connor's shoulders as I drive the blade into his throat. A good, clean kill.
Connor recovers and glares at me. I straighten up and retract the blade. "Oh! Terribly sorry!" I say sarcastically.
Waiting Game (GAME SPOILERS)He was getting too old for this, he was the Grand Master for a reason, the people under him were supposed to do this. But in all honesty he wanted to track down Church himself. Most likely anybody else would just screw up. Benjamin Church was a slimy bastard and had so far escaped his efforts to track him down. But he had received word of Church stealing a shipment intended for Washington and his forces, the shipment had been brought through the old abandoned church he was currently approaching. If the empty carts nearby, broken ones too, were anything to go by this place had long since been abandoned. Even by Church's men. But there was every chance they would return so he would lie in wait for them, an ambush in the waiting.More Like This
Now, where to hide. There were regular patrols of redcoats outside, one of which he already had to dodge, so hiding outside of the building was out of the question. It wasn't the best place for an ambush anyway. No, he would have to hide inside the church. Only i