AC Syndicate: Isolated Files [OS]

Kiss it ! [Crossover]

[Assassin's Creed Syndicate / Peaky Blinders - 1/5] The text you are about to read was inspired by a dream.

Disrupting the peaceful atmosphere and the hubbub of the pub's chatter, the three leaders of the Peaky Blinders gang entered the Garrison. The barman and his new waitress looked at them. The latter was finally able to see the Shelby brothers, wearing their famous razor-blade caps. So they're the ones reinforcing the Templars... Such was the thought of the brunette, undercover at the Garrison. In fact, the woman assisting the barman was no ordinary waitress, although she knew a few things about the trade thanks to her mother, Victoria Reid. Although she only had her father's eyes, the woman was the spitting image of the Fryes' friend. In fact, it was the latter who had sent him to Birmingham, while she looked after Jacob, and London after the era of Jack the Ripper.

The chaos caused by the Peaky Blinders only strengthened the ranks of the Templars. The undercover Assassin's mission was to create an alliance with the gang in Birmingham. The Rooks had disappeared after the Jack the Ripper episode. Knowing their value, their history with the War — which had led to the death of her brother, Terrence Frye — and the influence they wielded, the Peaky Blinders were of interest to the London Brotherhood. She also knew that the family at the head of the gang was often in danger.

She watched the Shelbys settle down at a table. The boss snapped his fingers to get her attention and pointed at them, telling the young waitress to go and take the new arrivals' order. He mimed with his lips the word "priority" to make her understand that she had to be available to them at all times. She nodded that she understood. Now it was up to her. She knew each of the brothers more or less by reputation. And she had to concentrate above all on the second of the family: Thomas Shelby. If he was convinced by her, the other two brothers — Arthur and John — would follow. She took a deep breath and went over to their table.

– Henry! shouted the oldest in his hoarse voice. You've brought us another waitress! Don't you think the last one wasn't enough trouble?

– Shut up, Arthur, it's all right, retorted the younger man. Three whiskeys, he ordered the waitress.

– Fine, I'll bring it right away.

What courtesy... She turned and walked back to the counter. His boss waited until she was beside him, to take the glasses and the bottle. He leaned over and whispered to her:

– Just bring them the glasses and the bottle.

– Are you sure that's a good idea? When I see Arthur, I'm quite sceptical.

– Amy, I'm not paying you to think and I'm not paying you for your opinion. And I remind you that the Shelbys own the Garrison. You do what I tell you.

– OK, boss.

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes and sighing. She then picked up the glasses and the bottle. She took the order to the gentlemen with the sharp caps. The brunette with hazel eyes barely glanced at Thomas, who was watching her. She pretended to be intimidated and turned on her heels. This Shelby may have had his reputation, but he was no less impressive. She was an Assassin, and she had already seen many more imposing men than him, most of whom had fallen under his blade or that of his parents.

Despite the discussion the three men had started, the cadet still kept an eye on Amy. A few questions came to mind about her. She was a new face, a new waitress... Which led him to think about Grace and what had happened to her. Memories that left a bitter taste in her mouth. Was she just a waitress or had she come for a specific purpose? If it was a double game, what was the purpose? But his attention returned to the conversation between his brothers. To deflect his questions about young Amy Frye, he took a cigarette out of his box and lit it.