AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Begging for Mercy [Alternative]

In his office, the Cameron heir was at his desk, writing a letter with a quill pen. He was responding to a correspondence with a Templar living on the Continent. Just as he had inked the final dot of his letter on the sheet of paper, there was a knock at the door. Tracing his signature in a few loops and lines, he allowed his butler to enter the room. A familiar voice greeted him with respect. It was Jasper, a close friend of Thomas's, and also a member of the Order. Standing up straight with his hands behind his back, he stopped in front of the Master's desk. The steely-eyed blond greeted him in return and invited him to sit down.

"That won't be necessary. I've come to give you the information in person," said Jasper.

"Why is that? Is it so serious?" asked the puzzled Taylor's son as he folded the letter and put it in an envelope.

"Let's just say you might need a friend, as well as a whiskey, when you find out," replied his friend as Thomas sealed the envelope.

"Well, speak up. I'm listening."

He nodded, holding up the letter, to his butler to come and take the letter to be posted. The employee took it silently and went to the door. Jasper waited for the door to the room to close behind him.

"One of my Blighters undercover in Rooks brought me the identity of the person Victoria is cuckolding you with."

Thomas crossed his hands, interlocking his fingers, under his nose, elbows resting on his desk. The moment of truth had arrived, and the new leader of the Blighters knew that he was not going to like what he was about to learn at all. He took a deep breath and ended the wait for the son of the Templar Grandmaster.

"It is Jacob Frye."

An immense anger took possession of Thomas's body, causing him to jump from his chair, his fists pressed against the surface of the desk. The chair had nearly fallen over

"WHAT?!" (Jasper gasped and looked sorry for his friend.) "That's not true!"

"I thought the same thing... But I went to check for myself. And the facts are, unfortunately, true. I'm sorry, Thomas, I..."

"Of all the men she could cheat on me with... it has to be that damned Assassin!" the Templar swore as he tried to keep control of his body.

He knocked the books and the extinguished candlestick to the floor and swept them away with a wave of his arm. Jasper jumped again, helpless against his friend's anger. He said nothing, it was better to keep his mouth shut. Thomas ran his hands through his blond hair and turned his back on the Blighters' leader. He turned to the window and saw his wife getting out of the car. She was returning from visiting her parents. He looked at her with disgust, his nose turned up, his upper lip somewhat curled.

"Have your Blighters find Jacob and take him out right away," he ordered in a whisper audible enough for Jasper to hear.

"But... Thomas... You know that's impossible... between your father and..."

 "I DON'T CARE, JASPER!" shouted the Templar in anger. "IT'S ABOUT MY WIFE!"

He took a few steps towards his friend and continued.

"That runt has taken over London, good for him. But let him take away the woman I love, I refuse!"

"I understand completely, but..."

"I don't care when, how, where," he cut in, still on edge. "Send him an army of Blighters, trap him, poison him! I don't care! But get rid of that bastard who's fucking my wife!"

"Yes, Thomas, it will be done," Jasper capitulated.

He turned to leave the room but was stopped by Thomas' voice calling his name. He turned to him with a questioning look. The angry blond then asked him to seek only to weaken Jacob in any way he could.