Rookery ~ Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Chapter Twelve

A stout man wearing an apron and brown trousers was addressing a small crowd. He stood in front of a table, stacked high with bottles of medicine.

"Get Starrick's Soothing Syrup right here!" He announced. I cleared my throat, standing beside Jacob. He had decided for us to actually find out some information about our cause since we had ducked out of our work the last time.

"It's all he drinks, your syrup is liquefying him." A woman stepped forward, confronting the stall owner and pointing to a man whom I guessed was her husband. I held a hand to Jacob's chest so that we could watch the events of this woman and the stall owner play out. "It's turning him simple-headed."

"Now, look now, you are scaring away my customers." He whispered to the woman. "Why don't you bugger off or I'll give you something to remember me by!" The woman, clearly outraged, back away slightly with a hand to her chest.

"You can't talk to me like that, you little gutterling!" Jacob then charged in, me just behind. I took out a throwing knife, just in case, and positioned it between two fingers, ready to throw.

"What's all this, then?" He smirked cockily.

"Sod off!" The stall owner drew a knife from inside his sleeve, and I readied to throw mine at him. Jacob instead slapped his forearm, causing him to drop the blade in pain. He looked around for a little while before setting off at a sprint in the opposite direction.

"Ma'am, do excuse us." I smiled and tipped my flat cap. We chased after him at full speed.

Upon catching him, we questioned him.

"Tell us where the syrup originates."

"All I know is they make a run each day - between the gasometers and the asylum." Jacob threw the man to the ground, brushing the dust from his hands.

"Where are the gasometers, then?" I asked, slightly confused. The man had scrambled to his feet and was darting away from his stall.

"I know exactly where they are. Hijack a carriage. I'm going to throw the Syrup into the river - get rid of some of the stock once and for all." I nodded. "Just wait right here for me."

One carriage held two Blighters. I quickly climbed on top and took the Blighters out. They spat blood as they tumbled from the seat, deep holes formed in their necks. I got onto the chair myself, took the reins so that I could lead the horses into a secluded alleyway, and waited for Jacob.

"Carina?" Jacob called not five minutes later. I whistled, and he made his way around the corner. "Ah, hiding. Good."

"You had better take the reins." He took them with no hesitation and backed us out of the alley. He then set off towards our destination.

"Allowing me to drive? Last night must have changed you."

"Gosh, you make it sound as if my nightmares and attacks are a good thing."

"In a way, they are. They make you stronger."