AC3 - The Unexpected reunion

Prologue

December 26, 1776

Trenton, New Jersey, United States

The naked frozen trees line the pathway, covered with snow and making the road treacherous along the cliffs. The freezing chill in the air was accompanied with the occasional blast of wind that blew towards the town, increasing the shivers to the soldiers stationed there at the garrison. The Hessians stamped to keep warm, and pulled their long coats tighter over their forms. Some had a fire started up, an attempt to warm their numbed fingers from wielding their muskets for too long.

It was a horrible situation to start with.

"Der Feind!" A rough voice was heard.

Gerhard snapped out of his huddled form in front of the fire and snatched for his musket, watching in slight concern as a group of his comrades came retreating back from the outposts from North-west Trenton.

The Americans came into view and they fired, exchanging volleys of bullets for a while. They fell back, and they felt the overwhelming numbers of the enemies as they used the houses for cover.

The fight seemed hopeless, after their many battles, it seems this one is going bad. Their first defeat, their last fight. They has lost quite a number now. Gerhard fired another shot, successfully hitting an American rifleman, before ducking behind the houses to reload. His friends are routing, his battalion is routing, using the trees and rocks as cover as they did. The river was open, and they ran for it, the lucky ones escaping into the woods and running till they were out of sight.

He felt desperate, he contemplated to run too, he shouldn't even be here anyway, this is the British's fight, not theirs! However, he was doing this, not for the sake of England or her King.

"I was paid for this, that is all,"

He fired another round, only to discover their artillery was captured, and it was used against them. He had barely enough time to duck for cover as a cannon was blasted his way.

They were surrounded, on three sides and badly flanked. His commander is wounded, the civilians are joining the resistance, this town is done for. They tried to reform their lines, only to be badly broken by American fire. They were pushed even further back into the orchard, the Americans in tight pursuit.

Seeing that they had no escape and hope, they were offered terms of surrender, to which they solemnly agreed.

As Gerhard and his remaining comrades were rounded up, he thought he saw a familiar gruff looking face under his broad native hat among the Patriots and freedom fighters, talking loudly and laughing boisterously with his American friends.

Assassin.

He would follow the order, he always did, since the trainings day as a youth. He would hunt them down and made sure he see the whites of their eyes. The world needed order, not freedom, it would ruin civilization, and eventually the world.

For now, all he needed was a break, to sleep, he had never felt so tired from a battle since he set foot in the New World.

Yes. And then he would find him, and kill him.

May the father of Understanding guide them.