It was the secrecy of this mission that had caught Connor's attention, if nothing else.
He had been called to Commander Washington's encampment with the message that his skills were desperately needed for a specific mission. Infiltration, stealth, assassination, he supposed, and yet when he reached the camp, it was only to be informed that one Captain Ichabod Crane would be working alongside him, and he would lead the way.
What their task was, Washington had said, was of vital importance not only to the cause, but to the security of all the colonies and beyond, and could have dire repercussions if left unchecked. He had not specified what the threat was, and hinted that Connor might have to suspend his disbelief in order to undertake the mission, but nonetheless Connor had accepted immediately. The hints, the secrecy, the fact it was a threat to the whole colonies-- it reeked of the kind of work of the Templars, even if Washington did not know it. Whoever their target was, Connor imagined he would get some answers on the road and away from listening ears around Washington's camp.
They'd journeyed east for a day's ride, making camp at nightfall. He'd grudgingly had to accept the unpalatable military rations shared around -- according to Crane's men, this mission was so sensitive that even hunting in the area could compromise the whole expedition. So the Assassin sat by the fire, waiting for the good captain to finish organising the camp for the night before Connor could draw him aside for questioning: Where were they going? What was their aim? Why was there knowledge that Crane had been entrusted with, but Connor had not? All of it troubled him, and he would go no further with the mission when they set off at daybreak, unless he had an exact idea of what he was getting into.
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He had been called to Commander Washington's encampment with the message that his skills were desperately needed for a specific mission. Infiltration, stealth, assassination, he supposed, and yet when he reached the camp, it was only to be informed that one Captain Ichabod Crane would be working alongside him, and he would lead the way.
What their task was, Washington had said, was of vital importance not only to the cause, but to the security of all the colonies and beyond, and could have dire repercussions if left unchecked. He had not specified what the threat was, and hinted that Connor might have to suspend his disbelief in order to undertake the mission, but nonetheless Connor had accepted immediately. The hints, the secrecy, the fact it was a threat to the whole colonies-- it reeked of the kind of work of the Templars, even if Washington did not know it. Whoever their target was, Connor imagined he would get some answers on the road and away from listening ears around Washington's camp.
They'd journeyed east for a day's ride, making camp at nightfall. He'd grudgingly had to accept the unpalatable military rations shared around -- according to Crane's men, this mission was so sensitive that even hunting in the area could compromise the whole expedition. So the Assassin sat by the fire, waiting for the good captain to finish organising the camp for the night before Connor could draw him aside for questioning: Where were they going? What was their aim? Why was there knowledge that Crane had been entrusted with, but Connor had not? All of it troubled him, and he would go no further with the mission when they set off at daybreak, unless he had an exact idea of what he was getting into.