"Who are all these people?" Evie queried, looking at the sketches that Henry had laid on the spruce desk in front of them.
"Over the years, I have established a number of connections across the city" Henry responded, gesturing to the drawings. His guardianship over the city had provided him with the chance to meet nearly every person that was worth meeting, including the highest political official and the lowest street urchin.
"Splendid," Evie nodded, "We'll need focused aid."
"Focused aid?" Jacob scoffed, shaking his head, "We take over Starrick's gangs, we cripple his control."
Kathleen sighed, leaning forward in the chair. "Starrick's control is much higher than the measly street gangs." She stared at the desk in deep thought, or perhaps in an attempt to regain some of her lost strength.
Evie nodded, "You're not aiming high enough," she exclaimed, turning to Jacob, "Starrick has influence in every branch of society. We need to match him."
"I see what you're saying Evie," Jacob grabbed Evie's arm, "We need the Rooks." Evie, surprised, had a moment of silence.
"You are not starting a gang called the Rooks." She scolded.
"I actually believe it's an amazing idea Jacob." Kathleen interjected, "Starrick's control does effect the higher parts of society, but even if we were to take those out of the equation, he would still have urchins working in the deepest, darkest corners of the city."
Luckily, Henry interrupted Jacob's "I told you so" look that was directed towards Evie. "I believe I may have an idea of my own," he said, glancing between the twins. "We will need the police to turn a blind eye to our activities." He gestured to one of the drawings, "My ally in the force, Sergeant Abberline. I've heard he's a master of disguise."
Kathleen chuckled, "If you can call it that."
Henry glanced at her before continuing, "Next up," he moved to the adjacent photo. "Urchins."
"Urchins?" Jacob snarled.
"Urchins," Henry asserted, "Children make for excellent spies,"
"Of course you would know Greenie," Kathleen baited Henry, but he didn't react. She rolled her eyes.
"Clara O'Dea," Evie read off of the picture.
"Smart as a whip, that one." Henry commented, moving to the third and final photo, "Finally, you would be wise to remember that Starrick never acts alone," he shook his head, "there are gang leaders in every borough. You'll meet them soon enough, no doubt." He gestured toward the photo, "Rexford Kaylock. Known for his ability to vanish," he again glanced at Kathleen, "before your very eyes."
"So we make him vanish for real?" Jacob smiled.
"I suppose," Evie replied.
Henry reached under his desk, "One moment," grabbing a piece of paper, he handed it to Evie. "A Templar target you might want to look into." He glanced at the twins, "and be cautious. It's rough out there, as you've seen."
"Ah, don't worry about me Greenie," Jacob smirked, using Kathleen's signature nickname for Henry, "I can handle a few thugs."
"I would suggest meeting Abberline first," Kathleen sat up, finally having regained some of her strength, "He's quite a character, and would give you a better impression of London than all of us have had the failure of doing."
Jacob smiled, "I believe we shall Miss Wicks"
"I told you to call me Kathleen,"
"Queenie," Jacob chuckled before making his way to the door.
