Assassin's Creed: Enter the Animus

Memory 3: Connor

You watched with unwavering focus, your muscles tense as you perched on a roof to watch Haytham Kenway enter the abandoned church beneath you. Outside Valley Forge, you had followed Haytham to Benjamin Church- or where you'd hoped he'd be. Haytham had lead you directly to your target.

You'd been following Church for months. Knowing he had betrayed the Patriots and that it was a crime punishable by death, he had escaped their grasp and was headed for safety. You had learned he abandoned the Templars as well, which aligned your interests with Haytham's, though you hated having anything in common with that snake.

You dropped down the side of the church, gripping onto prominent scaffolding and beams as you did so to keep control of your movements. You landed, crouched, just to be sure your surroundings were clear before standing up. You followed Haytham's path, entering the church where he stood, his back to the entrance.

"I see you too have business with Church." Haytham spoke after a few moments, obviously disappointed. "It appears we've both run out of luck."

You sighed, "Always a pleasure, Haytham." The chilly winter air blew against your back, though you ignored it.

He turned to face you. "Why of course, but given the circumstances you must understand my frustration."

A moment of stillness passed and you felt something was wrong. Haytham peered around, his head cocked. Suddenly a large figure dropped from the ceiling. Haytham moved with enough speed to avoid being tackled.

You spun quickly on your feet, being sure to keep your eyes on both of the men. The stranger wore a red sash with your insignia which gave away his allegiance with the assassins.

"Haytham Kenway." The stranger spoke slowly, his eyes focused on the older gentleman.

"And what quarrel do I have with you?" Haytham's eyes raked over the tall, built assassin, clearly confused.

"I believe you are the one I should call father, if not anything else." He sounded stern, eyeing down Haytham.

"Connor then, is it?" Haytham asked, as if he expected it.

What in the fresh hell? You thought, watching for only a moment before your mind reverted back to the task at hand. You were there for one reason only- Church. This assassin and Haytham clearly had much deeper issues to solve, and you couldn't waste anymore time letting Church get further than he needed to be.

You brushed past the assassin, finding a scuffed out fire and some wooden crates left over from used supplies. You could see the embers still glowing and a bit of smoke billowing up through the sticks. Footprints that could've been Church's or his driver's lead up to a track of wagon wheels.

Whistling for your horse that loitered nearby, you mounted the impatient steed and knew you needed to hurry on his trail before it disappeared with the snowfall.

"(F/N)!" Haytham shouted. "Wait just a minute." Your head snapped in the direction of the church.

He and the assassin strode out together, watching you as you steadied the frisky stallion.

"I've got business to take care of, and I don't take orders from you. Truthfully, I should be rid of you but Church is more important." You glowered subconsciously from beneath your hood, watching Haytham join his hands behind his back.