Assassin's Creed Syndicate: Affinity

7. Misjudged

Without missing a step, as that'd be quite fatal for a person traveling on rooftops, Jacob strategically follows you to your current hideout. Having had loads of experience in similar tasks before, Jacob knew exactly how close and how far he is permitted to be. Although stealth isn't his preferred way to go about situations he knows it is sometimes necessary, like now for instance. Jacob stands crouched on a rooftop across from you, looking down at your unsuspecting form. He watches you avoid the front entrance of a seemingly abandoned warehouse and that's when he decides to descend from the rooftop and follow you on foot.

Once you reach the back entrance you retrieve your lock picking tools from your pocket but when you're about to start putting them to use you halt in your actions. Noticing the door is already unlocked you effortlessly nudge the door with your pointer finger and watch in perplexity as the door proceeds to slowly, and loudly, open. There's not a doubt in your mind that you locked the door upon your departure this morning. This could only mean one thing. Naturally, your hand reaches for your hidden dagger as you then proceed to cautiously enter the warehouse. Completely unaware of a certain Assassin lurking a few steps behind you.

If only you knew just how long this Assassin was hot on your tracks with you none the wiser to his prowling. You'd definitely chastise yourself for allowing that to happen, especially considering how you were trained for a big part of your life on how to detect the Assassins. However, it's not that you're not a person of sharp instincts but currently you have a lot to worry on your mind. So far, your objectives are obscured and your cover was nearly blown. Without a doubt Jacob will tell Evie all about what he has witnessed back at the scene of the pub. Especially of how you reacted as soon as you saw the Blighters enter the tavern. Soon enough the twins will return with more questions and you're not sure how long your facade will continue to successfully fool them. Or at least continue to fool Evie that is, seeing as how Jacob rather blatantly admitted to you that he never fell for your invented stories.

London may have appeared to be a safe haven but that illusion is quickly dissolving. Now you're raising suspicion and in dire need to evacuate the city.

The sound of heavy approaching footsteps snaps your attention back to the present, causing your wandering mind and feet to come to an abrupt stop. By the amount of noise the person is making you deduct that discretion is of very little importance to them. For some reason, this person wants you to acknowledge their presence. It is definitely not the preferred strategy of a thief. Thus, it begs the question: who exactly are you dealing with?

Immediately you resume your defensive stance. Each step emits a sound closer than the one before until you finally see a tall bald headed man step out of the shadows wearing a basic Blighter uniform.

A quiet gasp escapes you in surprise. How did they find this place? How did they find you? Is it just him? Is Starrick there as well? Have they come to take you back to Cambridge? All these questions and more begin to flood your mind. The Blighter takes notice of your confound reaction and his lips take shape into a sinister grin.

"You don't seem so happy to see me," he snarls.

"That's because I don't recall distributing an invitation to a vacuous shabbaroon (an ill-dressed shabby fellow; also a mean-spirited person) such as yourself to my location," he growls at your comment. "How is it you came about my whereabouts and what is it that you want?"

"Is not about what I want. When the boss wants someone found, they get found," he menacingly answers, slowly walking over to you until his shadow begins to tower your form. "You're comin' with me."

You glare the brute up, never yielding your stance. Slowly, your lips break into a small audacious smile as you put away your dagger.

Seemingly satisfied, the Blighter sneers, "Smart girl."