Chapter 3

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Over the next few days. Doctor Chase received a gift from Paul Brown, a.k.a. Ben Gates. It was the Inauguration pin that was missing from her collection. She was happy to receive it.

It strikes you as odd, but considering how their last conversation went, you don't feel the need to express your opinion.

The Gala

You stash your backpack in your work locker. Inside is a change of clothes, your Assassin's Hoodie, your multi-tool, and anything else you might need.

You look stunning in your formal wear, and it complements your skin tone perfectly. (Regardless of what you are wearing, you look perfect.)

Damn I'm hot. You think glancing at your reflection in the mirror on the back of the locker room door.

You do a turn around with a smile.

Okay that's enough. I have a job to do. You think, leaving the locker room.

As you walk to the main lobby, you run a mental inventory of what you have on you. Hidden Blades. Check. Glock. Check. Cellphone. Check.

When you get to the main lobby, you stand near the wall and watch the people coming in.

No sign of Riley.

You check your phone.

No cancellations.

No messages from William either.

According to the Intel gathered from Riley's phone. The other party interested in the Declaration of Independence was a group of mercenaries. Led by a British man by the name of Ian Howe.

According to the sources, if either party was going to try to steal the document, it would be tonight.

You silently scan the crowd.

You see Doctor Chase. She looks lovely tonight in her black gown.

She's speaking with two men, they both wear tuxes. Nothing new, this is a formal event. Though she does seem flirtier than usual. Considering how she usually is, this was cause for interest. She and one of the men take a large glass of alcohol. The other takes two.

You leave the wall and walk through the crowd. You pass through, like water off a duck's back.

You overhear part of the conversation. "A toast to high treason."  The voice belongs to Ben Gates.

Abigail is taken aback.

"This is what these men were committing when they signed The Declaration. Had we lost the war, they would have been hanged, beheaded, drawn and quartered,"
Then he says with a smile, " Oh! And my personal favorite...have their entrails cut out and BURNED!"

He gives a little laugh.

Even though you can't see her face, you safely assume Abigail feels the same way you do.

It's one thing to be interested in this stuff. But a personal favorite form of execution?! What kinda weirdo is he?

"So, here's to the men who did what was considered wrong. To do what they thought was right...What they knew was right. " He says, and then shotguns the drink.

You send William a text.

You: Ben Gates is here at the gala. He's wearing a tux. Still no sign of Riley Poole.

I think I've been ghosted. You think as you send the message.

Your phone vibrates.

Riley: (Y/N), I'm so, so, sorry, but I'm going to have to take a rain check tonight. A family issue came up that I need to attend to.

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