Rookery ~ Assassin's Creed Syndicate

Chapter Twenty Seven

(A/N) I have nearly finished writing this fanfic XD I have thirty three chapters drafted. Once it is finished, I will post one chapter a day (because I can). So, hopefully, I should be all finished by the end of this week, since I am almost at the end of the Jack the Ripper part of the game (yes, I added in ol' Jack-a boy ;) )

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Jacob had spent hours trying to convince me to go with him to see Pearl. He told me that I would enjoy it, for whatever reason. However, as usual, he was keeping his main aim of this visit from me.

When we pulled up outside a run-down home with three floors to it, I was a little bit sceptical. There was no way that a prissy, prim and proper lady such as Pearl Attaway would be living somewhere such as this. Jacob took my hand in his though and pointed to an open window. This was where she was, and we were heading inside.

My fingers were hurting from climbing the wall, but I hurled myself in through the top window with ease, my body falling to the wooden floorboards very ungracefully. Jacob helped me back to my feet again. We both started towards the set of stairs in order to travel to the lower levels. Two people were conversing on the very bottom floor. A man and a woman. That woman was our very own Pearl Attaway.

"I was certain he knew that I belonged to the Order and was there to end me. Imagine my delight when he told me his true purpose. An assassin helping the Templar cause! Isn't that delicious?" She said with an almost excited tone. The man with her, a man I recognised as Crawford Starrick from the descriptions which Jacob, Evie and Henry had all told me, just in case I ever encountered the Grand Master when I was on my own. Of course, I had imagined him to be more handsome than he turned out to be. Someone with so much power must have been quite a winner with the ladies, right?

Well, wrong. He was wrinkled, had weathered skin and was covered in scars. A receding hairline made his forehead seem so much bigger than it probably actually was. He had a curled moustache made from black hair and horrible sunken in eyes stared upon Miss Attaway.

"It's sickening." Starrick muttered.

"It's business, cousin. Look at the big picture. With Millner gone, I own the only omnibus company left in London. You glower too much, cousin." Cousins... "You will get your engines back. Our new motorised buses will bring us both a lot of money." I crouched lower down behind the broken wall. Only part of it had been removed, so Jacob and I were able to peer right in. I felt fear boiling up inside me at the sudden thought that both of them could have been armed. If they were Templars, they would have been all too willing to murder two assassins who were eavesdropping on their conversation. Jacob pressed his hand into the small of my back to let me know that nothing was going to happen.

"I'll need to arrange proper transport for the engines to get back to my factory. I want you at Waterloo, personally, to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

"Of course. May the Father of Understanding guide us." I narrowed my eyes.

"Today and in all of our future endeavours, cousin." Jacob's hand went to my wrist and we began back towards the stairs again.

We went back out of the window and scaled down the wall. Atop the carriage once more, I grew curious as to exactly what we would be doing.