Red grunted, he had been in Boston for a few days, resting up and purchasing upgrades. He knew there were Templars in town but that didn't bother him, he had trained a lot more and had accepted contracts over the years. He did odd jobs here and there, Assassinating targets and taking down fleets, whatever would stuff his pockets full of pounds. While being in Boston for a few years he knew he was being watched and he knew who it was but he couldn't exactly prove it, this kept his guard up heavily. The man walked to a tavern before stepping inside, grinning as he cautiously walked to the counter where the woman stood. "'Ello darling, I'd like to rent a room for later on tonight." He spoke dropping the money onto the table as he left the building.
He continued to move along a path as. He sighed, over the years he has changed quite a lot, he grew rather wise with his decision making and had began to grow a beard. It was currently only stubble but he didn't care at all. He wore his hood at all times and was constantly drunk from celebrating after contracts. He was increasing in his fighting skill every time he fought. The man was inching towards fighting Shay but he remembered that she was the one who convinced Haytham to spare him his life. So this situation really conflicted the poor male, he'd at least find her and keep tabs on the Templars.
He had received a contract to kill a person, it was a Assassin Contract, which surprised him big time. He was to kill a Templar who was hunting the rest of the Templars. He read the description of the man who he was hunting as he nodded, taking the funds that was placed in the note, a thousand pounds for a simple contract. The male took off to his ship as he grunted, feeling a sharp pain in his side as he was sent to the floor rolling softly as he stood yanking a dart out. "Shay.." He grunted out angrily as he threw it rushing off towards his ship as he grunted with anger.
He made his way towards the wheel, piloting the ship out of Boston as he sighed feeling rather woozy from the dart. He wasn't tired he just felt rather sick. What was this? Poison? He muttered as his quatermaster brought his attention to a rather familiar ship behind them. "So, she's finally going to try to kill me. Fantastic, let's see how the Morrigan fares without its captain. He said weakly, chuckling
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A hard life
Historical FictionA small Fan made fictional story to take place during Assassin's Creed Rogue, and 3. It takes place in a more, Genderbent Dimension. Enjoy.
