AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Happy New Year

The last day of the year 1869 passed with a freezing sun. The few members of the London Brotherhood were looking forward to this evening, to be in the warmth of their loved ones, celebrating the new year ahead of them, with their friends, drinks in hand. For Evie Frye, it was with Henry Green that she would be spending New Year's Eve, in the back of the Indian Assassin's Curiosity Shop. As for Jacob Frye, he had arranged to meet some of the Assassins and Rooks at the Seven Bells later that evening. Among them was Victoria Reid. She was looking forward to another party with the man who made her heart beat faster.

But before that, Victoria had a mission, sent by telegram. She had to find some compromising documents from a rich man. These papers could jeopardise a promising career and would allow whoever had them to do whatever he wanted with the bourgeois. So she followed the owner of these documents. A boy hailed her and ran towards her to give her something. She stopped for a moment and watched her target from the corner of her eye, she had to keep an eye on him. The young boy gave her the address of a Templar hideout on a piece of paper. She paid the child spy with five shillings after putting the information in her pocket.

"Thank you, Miss Reid!"

With the boy gone, Victoria rushed after her target. She had no difficulty in catching up with him. The man she was following was talking to two Blighters. When he finished and started walking, the brunette immediately followed him, keeping a distance. She hoped that no other kids would interrupt his mission. She finally saw the man enter a building to reach his flat.

"Well... It's time to steal those documents..." she muttered.

She then looked at the front of the building and concentrated on finding an access through which she could secretly enter. When she found what she was looking for, she smiled and put on her hood. After checking that the way was clear, she ran towards the house and climbed the walls. She then climbed to the balcony where the window was open.

She hoped it wasn't the neighbour's glass doors. Fortunately for her it wasn't, she had seen a portrait of the man, with his wife and a child of about 12 years old, hanging on a wall. She could tell the woman's voice because she could hear her target talking to her. Victoria ignored the couple on the floor below, what interested her most were the documents. She looked at the desk where there was a pile of papers, a typewriter, as well as blank sheets of ink and other hand scribbled papers. She searched the cabinet and the drawers, and tried to find out if there were any mechanisms that gave access to the ideal hiding places for secrets.

But nothing, no mechanism in the drawers or under the surface of the cabinet. Then she looked at the typewriter. She saw a rather thick envelope hidden just behind it, wedged between the machine and the wall. Noises from the floor below startled Victoria, who reflexively turned around. But there was no sign that the owner of the documents was coming here. The intruder shook her head to refocus and get out of here as quickly as possible. She took the envelope and took out its contents. She checked if it was what she was looking for.

With a smile on her face, she handed over the incriminating letters and placed them in the inside pocket of her coat to be destroyed later. It was time to leave. She climbed onto the iron railing of the balcony and jumped off. She rolled to break her fall from the first floor. She ran across the street and isolated herself in a cul de sac. She tore up the contents of the envelope and the envelope itself and threw the small pieces in the bin. Mission accomplished. She climbed up the wall of a building again and stopped on the roof.

When she had finished climbing, her feet on the tiles, she looked at Big Ben's clock in the distance. In less than an hour she was to join Jacob and a few of her fellow students at the Seven Bells. Suddenly remembering the kid from earlier, she jumped up and reached into her pocket. She unfolded the piece of paper and read the information it contained. A large shipment of weapons and dynamite was to be delivered to Southwark at the docks in six days.