Test of Faith

Chapter 48

"Mira?" She approached Connor when she found him at the harbor. Mirabella placed her hand on his shoulder. "Yes, my son. I could not find it in myself to let you protest in this manner alone," she replied honestly.

Connor held no irritation towards the smaller Assassin, and instead he felt stronger with her at his side. "My...allies are taking care of the redcoats guarding the ships," he informed her.

"Good, what is the plan here?" she asked, starting forward. "The Templars have been smuggling British tea as a source of income. If we destroy the tea, Johnson will not have the funds to buy my people's land."

Mirabella nodded, but frowned as they boarded one ship. "And what of Johnson?" she asked. Connor frowned as well. "He is being stopped with tonight's event, he will not be a problem."

Without another word, Connor began to pick up crates of tea and throw them down into the water. He must learn on his own...I cannot keep guiding the way. Mirabella got to work as well, picking up crate after crate and hurling it into the deep, black water.

She gazed out at the other ship, watching the other man, Paul Revere, oversee the destruction. It felt strange to Mirabella, working against the men she had dared to call her companions once. She allowed the crate the slip out of her fingers, allowing it to plummet into the ocean.

Mirabella knew what was to come, now that the Colonial Brotherhood was being restored. It meant that - in one way or another, in time - her former companions will meet the Assassin's blade.

Which means...Haytham.... She had not realized she had stopped her movements until Paul Revere announced, "Regulars!" Her body jolted at the call, but her instincts took over once she spotted the redcoats boarding Paul Revere's ship.

Mirabella raced across the plank that linked the two ships, and with a mighty leap, she pounced and plunged her Hidden Blade into the throat of a redcoat. She quickly dodged another attack, deflecting a sword with one Hidden Blade before stabbing with the second Blade.

She was suddenly grabbed from behind, but a swift headbutt made the redcoat release her, and his blood decorated her Blade. "Mira!" Her head snapped up at Connor's call, and she saw him swarmed with redcoats.

Mirabella let out a yell before whipping out her pistol, and she shot the nearest redcoat to Connor. The surrounding redcoats leapt back in fright, giving Connor the upper hand, and he lunged. Mirabella grinned, radiating with pride as she stared at the boy - her son.

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"We've done it!"

The group of five stood tall with pride, gazing out at the crowd who cheered them on. Mirabella lifted her head high, feeling the pride bubble and surge within her.

She turned to look up at Connor, but faltered when his attention was elsewhere. Mirabella followed his stern gaze, but she froze when she spotted them.

Across the harbor stood William Johnson, John Pitcairn, and Charles Lee. The men's gazes burned holes into her as they stared each other down, and Mirabella felt the hostility come naturally.

These men are taking advantage of the people and they must be stopped - we are no longer allies. "Connor! We saved the last one for you." Both Assassins turned to see the man, Stephane, approach with the final crate. Connor grabbed it without hesitation, holding it high for the crowd to see.

"Do it, my son," Mirabella urged, her hand on the boy's arm. He sent her a nod before approaching the edge of the dock, and his gaze was locked on the three Templars.

Connor let the box slip through his fingers, a mocking expression on his face. Mirabella stepped forward, her challenging gaze hardening. The Templars then quickly turned away, making her snicker. The Assassins had won - for now.