The Order

We're Off

"Look, I'm telling you that horse told me to do it." Travis said in a drunken hase.

"Sir! Everything is ready." A militiant yelled at me.

Wait, I just realized, I'm a sort of semi-military cult leader now. Does this happen to everyone? My militia leader is drunk, James is in the back of a cart because, well, you now.

Okay, I just need like a second. So much has happened in so little time. Let's recollect, a ex-templar is my best friend and right hand man. On top of that a grunt from Boston is my, what, left hand man?

Me, I'm from Spain. When I was 15, I made the voyage to Boston. Right after my family was killed, actually. Our town was raided by templars for our outrage toward the pope.

Let me explain the templars. They originated around 1118, as a religious group under the Pope to defend Christian pilgrims en route to Holy places, a noble cause it was.

Sometime along the centries, the Pope disbanded them, religious ties not holding them back anymore, they set out in the thousands to control trade, manipulate governments, even sometimes by force.

Their goal was money really, and they would do anything for it. They saw a weakness in the new colonies to expand. I can't let this happen. During the revolution they sided with the British in hopes of getting a share of the new colonies profit.

Now their coming back, to Washington. Pitcairn leading them. We kill him, we'll have our next target.

"John, I'll kill him, don't worry." James said.

Oh no, this is the exact opposite of what I wanted to hear. "How did you know?"

"I know what your thinking John, I know you all to well." He added.

This I couldn't disagree with. I'm just worried James is over his head. We'll see.