AC3 - The Unexpected reunion

The Golden Apple

Boston

"Sir, our troops have taken Georgia, they are ready for your orders" The Redcoat officer stood there, tall and proud of the feat they accomplished.

Commander Davernport sat in his luxurious seat, his feet propped up on his table. He turned to face the officer, a satisfied smile adorned his face.

"Well done, well done," He uttered, "We'll be moving in into America rapidly at this rate, soon they'll learn to fear our forces and will not even think of fighting back,"

He fiddled with a gold coin, his mind deep in thought of the future aspect of a new Britain here in the Americas.

"You can go now, soldier,"

The Officer saluted before leaving the tavern, his boots thumping in the wooden floor finish as he made his way out.

"We'll have America," He muttered as he raised the golden apple, his eyes looking at the intricate details that adorned the mechanism, "And I'll be the rightful ruler of the new city,"

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Gerhard slung his rifle over his shoulder as he did his routine patrol around their main base camp. He absent-mindedly looked towards his British allies sitted around the fire, laughing heartily and enjoying their meal as they waited for their orders. 

He had been assigned this temporary duty of patrolling until he was further instructed by Commander Davenport.

Commander Davenport.

His superior had been acting strangely these few days, he had been showing signs of a fanatic, wanting to rule America or something? Gerhard couldn't be sure.

Surely his ambition for power hasn't grown over the top?

Gerhard shook his head as he turned and resumed his walk. He would worry about that later and focus on what was going on in the present. 

He felt a bit of a loss over what he was doing. Why was he still here? Why was he still in the army? Why was he fighting for the Loyalist and freezing here in America? It all seemed so clear before getting captured at the fort...

The Assassin.

He clouded his mind, he was so intent on killing him, yet he was too weak to lay the final blow. He grimaced at himself for losing the chance when he had it. 

He was trained differently from the other soldiers. Being in an elite training, he was taught a more sophisticated way of delivering killing blows, and been through difficult conditions and how to reach his enemies under those situations. He'd even went so far as to train his agility, taught himself to scale impossible walls and scan his environment from above. It significantly increased his alertness and ability to act under stress. It was something he was proud of, something he hoped to use against his foes, against the one who betrayed them.

But still, he was a friend to him. A close friend.

He ground his teeth in frustration and continued pacing in his route, his mind too preoccupied to even remember his duty.

"Statten!"

The voice shook him out of his thoughts.

"I've been calling you 3 times already, soldier!" The Redcoat seemed exasperated, "Hmpf whatever, the commander wants to meet you inside his quaters, best you get to him stat!"

Gerhard cleared his mind as best as he could before nodding briefly at the soldier before proceeding to his tent, maintaining a straight face as best as he could.