Assassin's Creed: Gang Leaders |Assassin's Creed Fanfiction|

Chapter 2 Jacob

Evie, Arno, Archer, and I were crowded into a carriage. A man with graying hair was telling us about what we were doing. I yawned. This was the boring part of being a gang leader.

"Mister Rexford Kaylock has agreed to your terms, and waits for you at the Whitechapel train station," the man said. "He's bet his train on the fight."

Evie looked at me. "His train! We could get a train out of this!"

Archer looked confused. "What good is a train?"

I looked at him like he had mushrooms on his head. "It would give us fast access to almost anywhere in London. Kaylock must be pretty confident that he's going to win."

Arno frowned. "By win... do you mean kill you?"

I glanced at Evie. "Those were the terms. Right?"

Evie rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, those were your terms. You refused to do anything less than a fight to the death."

"Ah, yes. That's right," I smiled. "We'll get a train today."

Evie sighed as the carriage stopped. I opened the door and jumped out. A group of Blighters stood in front of the train station. Evie drew her knife.

It took the four of us less than a minute to take care of the Blighters on the ground. I looked around. "Where's-" Rexford Kaylock stepped to the edge of the train on the roof. "Oh, never mind."

Evie and I leaped up the side of the train as it started to pull away from the station.

I almost lost my balance when Kaylock leaped at me. I jumped back and swung my cane at his head. He stumbled back and toppled off of the train. Something rattled against the metal roof. Evie walked over and picked up the grappling hook.

"It appears to be broken," she handed the grapple gun to me.

"Oh well," I studied it. "At least we have a train now. It's not all bad."

"Is anyone driving the train?" Archer asked. "It won't... barrel off a cliff or anything. Will it?"

I shuddered as I remembered my close call. Stupid Blighters, I thought. Let's hope history won't repeat itself today. "It shouldn't."

Archer frowned but didn't say anything.

"I'll go talk to the person driving this thing," Arno offered. "I'll tell him to stop at the Whitechapel station."

Evie frowned. "What for?"

Arno turned back to us but didn't stop walking. "Your Rooks are there!" he called back. "Among others. Great recruiting time wouldn't you say?"

I smiled. "More speeches for you, dear sister," I said.

The train stopped at the Whitechapel station, just as Arno had said. Archer had disappeared somewhere. Arno had also vanished. I didn't look for either of them.

"You now have the chance to join our ranks!" Evie shouted down to the watching Blighters and Rooks. "We welcome all who would stand up to Starrick and his cutthroats!"

Anyone? I thought. Anyone at all. One Blighter stepped away from the other. One of the Rooks threw him a green jacket like what the others were wearing. The Blighter held the jacket for a moment before putting it on. I jumped down from the train in front of the Blighter turned Rook. "Welcome to the Rooks!" I spread my arms extravagantly. I saw Evie explode with laughter out of the corner of my eye.

I saw Henry gesturing to us to follow him. I looked at the grappling hook. He would know someone who could fix this. Surely. Evie and I followed him into the train. The instant we were inside I started fiddling with the grapple gun. Maybe I can fix it.

Evie started talking. I didn't pay attention until she said, "Jacob."

I turned, holding the grapple gun against my arm. If I could attach it here.

"This is serious," Evie said.

I looked down at the grappling hook. "I'm not doing anything until this gets fixed."

"I believe I know someone who could help with that," Henry said.

I grinned at him. "I knew you would Greenie."