Haytham did not return the look. He was already moving ahead, swiftly stepping past Connor's hunched-over form.

"Good. You might want to hurry with that. I am not waiting around here."

If Connor said he could do it, he wasn't about to waste time arguing him out of it, as much as he doubted the boy's current strength. Coddling him would only slow the both of them down, he figured.

He sprinted ahead to a ladder bolted into the side of a building, jumping up and catching a rung above his head and scaling it in no time.