Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Affinity

3. The Woman

(A/N): Apologies in advanced for any mistakes I've failed to regard I'm just pretty tired (/.\) Also I meant to post this on Frye-day ( get it? :3) but sleepiness got the better of me sadly, anyways enjoy! <3

With every name crossed from Evie's list of possible locations of your whereabouts and every dead end with no sign of your presence, the conundrum as to who you are continues. The woman who freed the children from the factory. The woman who simply asked for a list of abandoned locations in return. The woman who can't be found. When will the enigma end?

Nightfall is near, yet Evie continues to wander the gang infested streets with the same curiosity. Without so much as a name, but a small description, she continues to play a cat and mouse game without having seen the actual mouse. A rather difficult game that is. Even with Evie's trained eyes, it was nevertheless challenging.

 "Who and where are you?" the brunette sighs in exasperation as she gazes at the streets before her but no item in particular.  

Suddenly, an unfriendly voice emits from behind her stance completely drawing her attention. 

"Oi! You lookin' for me, sweetheart?" a large bald man strutting red pants growls with a sinister smile spreading across his lips. The brute appears from an alleyway casting a menacing shadow towering Evie's shorter form. No special reaction is generated by the Assassin as she turns to face the brute. On the contrary, she was just starting to get bored.

She simpers at the tall man, not in the least bit threatened by his height and build, before speaking, "Well, 'sweetheart'," she scowls, "aren't you a sight to create sore eyes?"

The man's face scrunches in offence before coercing, "Say that again?" He takes a few steps closer, allowing his entourage of three men decked in red jackets to come out of the same alley. "I don't think my lads heard you," the brute snickers.

"Hard of hearing and more sights to add to a sore eye," Evie intrepidly comments.

"I'll give you a sore eye!" the second man in red swings a punch towards the Assassin. She effortlessly blocks the blow; retaliating with a punch to his rib cage then another to his jaw. As soon as the first punch is swung, the remainder of the Blighters assume their stance in the brawl.

Many try to break the female brawler's defense but to no avail. Their only result is a punch to the gut and a bleeding throat. Evie handles the Blighters with ease until she notices two carriages filled with more Blighters ram their vehicle into the scene. The distraction opens a small window for a Blighter to deliver a hit to her cheek, which she fails to dodge, but she blocks the next hit with her arm continuing with her gut punching streak. Not a single Rook is in sight. Evie is just about ready to throw a smoke bomb and vanish until she spots a swift figure take out a Blighter, then another, and another body drops to the count! She continues to focus on her current target and successfully eliminates the Blighter. Turning to her side she observes her instantaneous ally finish her target with a fatal punch to the jaw sending the Blighter's corpse limp to the ground.

Evie observes that the woman terminated her targets with just as much ease as herself. Of course they both received their fair amount of minimum blows but this woman was certainly not a Rook. Not that they were mediocre brawlers but they didn't possess such skill as the female standing present before her, nor was there sight of a single speck of green on her attire.

"I don't suppose you're a Rook?" the brunette questions.

"Beg pardon?" replies the baffled woman. The Woman.

That's when it hits her. The same hair color, skin color and eye color as William had described to her. She has finally found the woman, she has finally found you!