Assassins' Creed Oneshots

|5|. Jacob ♡

A/N: Something a little different, I suppose? The golden age of highway men was in the 1600's, I know, but a few carried on into the Victorian era. What a perfect cover for an assassin who wants to fight without alerting her enemies of what's really looming over them. The song is 'Legerdemain Assassin's Creed Unity OST Volume 2, Track 11'. By the way, I'm sorry that this is fairly short compared to my others (1866 words while other range between 5000-2000).

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Highwaywoman

The uprising of the Rooks was all people on the street ever spoke about. Some despised them while others were relieved they had come along to put the Blighters in their place. Even nobility had been influenced by the gang rivalries of London. However, those in the upper class now had a bigger problem than their child labourers being liberated and slowing the production of goods.

A highwayman.

More specifically; a highwaywoman.

She would strike the outskirts of London while nobility travelled in and out of the city, taking their riches and often their lives too.

She was ruthless, lethal, calculating and she was searching. She was on her own quest and knew eventually the Templars would resort to hiding what she was looking for in a nearby town if the Frye twins got too close for comfort.

But she was now gaining unwanted attention from the upper class. A few people had seen the masked woman dressed in odd robes empty chests of money or jewellery into the slums of Whitechapel for the poor to take. She would not keep what she did not need.

But now the highwaywoman had brushed shoulders with a very powerful woman in London.

Pearl Attaway.

Who now wanted the mysterious woman gone. Conveniently, she had just the man for the job. She had recently tricked Jacob Frye into assisting the Templars and would now use him once more to eliminate this menace to the upper class.

The light-grey-haired woman sat in a luscious carriage, a glass of champagne in her hand and an exquisite purple dress covering her figure while a young man with brown locks under a top hat held the same glass of champagne while assassin robes covered his toned figure.

"I cannot tell if she will take the bait or not. She attacks without any pattern and is incredibly calculating. Be sure to be on your guard; I suspect she is more than a mere highwaywoman. I'm quite surprised that she did not kill my associate yesterday night myself." Pearl spoke up. "Either way, she is a threat to London. The days of highwaymen are over and someone must show her why."

"I'll get rid of her for you." Jacob nodded his head once sincerely.

"Thank you, Mr Frye." Pearl smiled, an undertone of smugness to it. The carriage continued on a path to the outskirts of London in the cool English night. The plan was to make it seem as though Pearl was the only one in the carriage; when she was asked to step out by the highwaywoman, Pearl would act stubborn to lure her closer. Once she was in range, Jacob would tackle her, rid her of her weapons and interrogate her.

The ride continued in silence until the driver pulled the carriage to an abrupt halt.

"Step away from the carriage and ask your passengers to get out where I can see them." A muffled woman's voice spoke up.

The young driver shakily opened the carriage door before speaking.

"M-Miss Attaway, it's the highwaywoman." The blonde Male stuttered.