The Assassin's Spy (Shay Cormac X Reader)

Chaptet 6

One week later

You were at a tavern in Boston. The tavern was call the Green Dragon. The sounds of drunk men laughing, singing and music fills your ears.

Your cup of ale sat on the counter still un touched by you. You look at it and you finally took a sip of it. The bitter-sweet taste hits your tounge. You've never had ale until now. Now you know you actually liked it.

A few men tried to and failed to and failed to 'get to know you better'. It was about 9:20pm and you sat all alone. You were starting to miss Liam and Hope. You haven't seen any of them in a awhile. You even stsrted to miss the constent training you had to put up with.

You sigh and you took another sip of your ale. You just wished you were back at the Homestead. The you took a huge swig of the ale. You then heared someone sit next to you.

"Hello Miss (L/N)," you recognized that plush British accent, Haytham Kenway. His brown hair was tied into a red ribbon like before. You had to admit the man was indeed handsome but defiantly not your type.

"Hello, nice to see you again Mr Kenway," you say as sweetly as you could. A smile starts to curl at the edges of his lips. You look away from him and you took another sip of your ale, "What are you doing here?" you ask him. Haytham chuckles.

"Hmm, I have a room here that I stay in," Haytham tells you. You nodded in responce. You look back Haytham.

"What do you want with me?" you finally ask him. A sigh escapes his lips and his gray-blue orbs look into your (E/C) ones.

"I need you to steal back that key you stole from me about a week ago," Haytham tells you. You raise an eyebrow at him. You never stole a key from him. Just that trink....ohhhh.

"You mean that ugly trinket?" you ask him. Haytham nods his head, "So.....," you drink the rest of your ale and swallow it, "...what does it open?" Haytham chuckles at your question.

"That is not your place to know," Haytham tells you. You shrug tour shoulders.

"Fine, I guess you're just going to have to find someone else to help you find you key," you tell him. Haytham gives you a deathly glare.

"What is that supost to mean, Miss (L/N)?" he asks you. You chuckle and you slouch in your chair.

"It means I won't help you unless you tell me what it opens," you tell him with a smirk plastered on your face. Haytham sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"If I knew I still wouldn't tell you," Haytham tells clearly annoyed with your uncooperative actions. But you gave him a stern glare. He lets a sigh out from his lips, "I thought it was a key to something a Native woman, by the name of....Ziio, helped me find," he sighs again, "But it wasn't," you raise an eyebrow again.

"Then why keep it?" you ask him.
"I keep it just in case I do find out what that key opens," Haytham tells you. You nod your head.

"Fine, just tell me where I need to go," You tell him. Haytham nods.

"The last place I still had the key was in Manhattan, New York," he tells you and you make a smile.

"Lucky for you, I know the streets there like the back of me hand," you tell him, "And I have sone contacts that may know where to find your key," Haytham smiles.

"Let me guess.....your contacts are thieves?" Haytham asked you. You grin and you nod your head.

"Aye," you answer. You had a friend that knows of everything that is traded and sold on the black market. He could have seen the key that Haytham is talking about.

"There is a man that could help you on your search for the key," he tells you, "His name is Shay Cormac.....," your eyes widen slightly. Shay....you never thougt you would see him again, "You can find him at his ship, the Morrigan. It's docked near Fort Arsenal in New York City. He also has a home at Fort Arsenal where you can also find him at from time to time," you smile.

"I'll look into it," you tell him. Haytham smiles, "And this would be the first time I've stolen something and gave it back," Haytham chuckles you grin and you get up from the wooden chair you were sitting in, "Well I best be leaving," you tell him, "Tomorrow I will set for New York," Haytham nods and you walk out of the tavern.

You go back to the inn you were staying at. You then get ready for your trip to New York. You felt a sence of excitment but at the same time...dread.

You may have wanted to see him again but you dreaded the thought of actually coming face to face with him again. You didn't want him to see you......the true you.

Wait! Why do you care if he sees the real you. He's a murderer for goodness sakes! No you don't care, not about the Templars or him.