Elise rushed past all the hustle and bustle of the busy streets, sellers announcing their wears, with people browsing and children wailing. She needed help, but Arno just wasn't to be found. People gave her looks as she now passed by, drivers turning in their seats, seeing the sword sheathed on her hip and a pistol on the opposite side.

"What's this then? You going to a fancy dress party or somethin'?"

She stopped and turned to see two men and one woman in red coats, glaring at her. She pulled her pistol out and aimed it at one of them.

"Stand aside or I will shoot!"

The Blighters looked on with murderous contentment, each pulling out their knives. Elise knew that she'd only get one down and the other two would end up stabbing her. She pulled her sword out, making the Blighters look uneasy about this.

"I need to find someone and you getting in my way, isn't helping anything!"

They looked at her, contemplating whether or not to back down and run like cowards, or stand and fight. One made up his mind and ran at her, yelling as he closed in on her. The other two stood back, watching their friend. The Blighter took a swing at the mysterious woman, who evaded the attack and turned it to her own advantage. She quickly brought up her sword, the tip easily slipping though the man's ribs, cuting through them as if they were paper, for the blade to then exit through the front. A red sheen coated the blade from the Blighters own blood. He gasped, looking down on himself, before letting out one last breath.

"Fuck this!" The woman shouted, now turning to run.

Elise looked to the now lone Blighter, standing there, but he too quickly turned and ran. She looked back to the dead man still stuck on the end of her sword and pulled it free. The body dropped to the floor, blood now pooling around him. Elise gave a sharp flick of her wrist to clear her sword of blood before sheathing it. She turned quickly and headed on her way again.

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Unbeknownst to her, people in green coats had been watching her closely.

"We best tell the boss about her," one of the Rooks informed the rest.

The others nodded and headed off in search of the younger Frye. They has insisted on stealing a carriage. One grabbed the reins of two horses, while another grabbed and pulled the driver to the floor. They then climbed up, one quickly taking the man's place, whipping the reins rather harshly, to get them quicker to their destination. They found the Assassins hideout in Victoria Station and climbed on board, quickly rushing over to Jacob's car.

"Boss! Boss!"

Jacob stopped what he was doing, which was looking at some sheets form Abberline and looked to them.

"We have trouble in the City!"

"What sort of trouble?" He asked, now furrowing his eyebrows.

"Some woman carrying a sword just attacked a group of Blighters!"

Jacob wondered why this would even be remotely considered as 'trouble.'

"What else can you tell us of her?"

They all turned to see Evie, now standing in the doorway.

"Well..." The Rook thought for a second. "She was carrying a sword on her hip and she had a pistol. She don't sound local, neither. Had some kind of accent…. "

"French!" The female Rook added.

"Yeah, French."

Evie raise a brow at this, wondering what a French lady was doing here, carrying around a sword and pistol.

"Tell me, what does she look like. What is she wearing?"

"Red hair. Fairish skin. Wears a dark waistcoat over a blouse. Trousers and knee high boots."

Evie took all what the woman had described to memory.

"And where was she last seen?"

"We last saw her in The Strand."

Evie turned to look at her twin, "Shall we?"

"Let's go find this mysterious woman," he smiled.

Evie jumped off the train first, followed closely by Jacob. He ran off leaving her to wonder just what the hell he was up to now, when he finally came back with a carriage and a dead Blighter hanging off the opposite side.

Evie sighed and watched as he kicked the dead man to the floor.

"Hop on," he smiled.

She did just that, and climbed up beside him. Jacob whipped the reins, pushing the horse's on. It was more than likely that the woman would have moved on by now, but still they headed on into The Strand.

As soon they arrived in there, Jacob pulled back on the riens, bringing the horses to a trot.

"I'll take a look around from higher ground," Evie told him, before jumping from the moving carriage.

He nodded and turned the horses to go round the corner. Evie climbed up a nearby building to look down on the streets below, seeing nothing out of the blue, she moved on.

She sent out her rope launcher. It caught on the next chimney and she gave it a tug to make sure, before using it to swing across. Quickly pulling up her knees, she braced for impact, using her feet to cashion the blow. After which, she then pulled herself up, grabbing the rope launcher to let it reel back in. Once it was taken care of, she walked over to the edge and looked out again.

Jacob searched the area, making sure to keep a look out for the mysterious woman. I few children were laughing together, just in one of the side alleys.

"Ease up there, girls." He called to the horses, before turning his attention to the kids. "Oi! You three!"

The children stopped talking and looked his way, "You want us, mister?"

"Yeah, have you seen a woman pass by here with a sword?"

"The pirate, sir?"

He raised a brow, "The pirate, yes."

The children laughed, making him furrow his brows.

"Well?"

"She headed down that way, mister."

"Thanks," he nodded to them, before heading off.

They laughed again and he could hear them playing pirates.

"You have ta walk the plank!" They laughed.

Jacob whipped the reins, taking the horses further up the road. A rook suddenly flew past him and he was sure Evie was nearby. He looked up, hearing her whistle. She nodded to him, making him drop from the carriage and head up to meet with her.

"You find anything?" He asked as soon as he was sat next to her.

She shook her head, "Maybe she headed further up into the city."

"Or maybe, that's her?" He said while pointing down.

Evie slipped beside him, silent as the night air. She looked down, seeing red flowing hair, sword on hip, pistol on the other side. Dark waist coat, covering a white blouse. Tight fitting trousers and knee high boots.

"That's her," Evie smiled.

Jacob looked to his twin, "So, what's the plan? Oh, mighty planner."

She gave him a look, making him smirk.

"We need to silently..."

"Got it," Jacob smiled, waving her off.

"Jacob!" She snapped, watching him drop from the building.

She sighed, knowing that what their father had said to her about her twin was right. She shook her head and followed him from the rooftops.

Jacob flattened his top hat. His hood now taking it's place as he followed the woman through the alleyways, using the shadows to his advantage. If Evie was watching him, he wanted to make a good impression. It was working, much to Evie's dismay. She had now raised a brow, quite surprised with his steathiness.

The woman suddenly turned around, her right hand crossing over her abdomen to come to a stop on the hilt of her sword.

"Who's there?" She called out.

Jacob pulled himself back against the wall with a smug little smirk, "Oh, you're a good one." He thought, wondering just what she was.

Not thinking nothing more of it, Elise turned back around, whispering something under her breath. Something Jacob, didn't pick up on. She set off at a walk again with Jacob back on her tail.

Evie kept watch from above, crossing the roof if needed. Jacob continued on until he heard a window open. He cursed his bad luck, quickly jumping back and hitting a metal bin behind him. Elise quickly turned at this, seeing someone pouring out a bucket full of waste. But that still didn't explain the noise of the bin. She closed in on Jacob now, making him curse once again.

Evie sighed heavily at this, but saw an opportunity and quickly ran from the roof, dropping down. The woman gasped in surprise as a weight now pinned her down on the muddy, filth filled pathway. She turned her head as best she could, but still it didn't help her see who was on top of her.

Evie extended her blade, the tip now at the woman's unprotected neck.

Elise grit her teeth, her right arm was trapped underneath her and there was no way for her to get to her pistol.

"Get off me!" She snapped.

"That won't be happening anytime soon," the woman answered from above her. "Now, who are you?"

Elise said nothing at this, feeling the blade pushed further into her skin.

"You heard my sister!" Another snarled as he walked over, crouching down on front of her.

So it seems she was right to sense someone following her after all.

"My name is...Marie." She lied, not wanting to get her real name away.

"What do you have against the Blighters?" Jacob asked, while Evie applied that little bit more pressure.

"What are these Blighters?"

Jacob looked to his sister, who now answered.

"Those people in the red coats that you killed."

"I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Dont lie. We have our own people in this city that watch for us."

Elise frowned, "Are you going to kill me?"

"We would have sent you to Freddy, but if you..."

"Jacob!"

"Who is this, Freddy? And why would you take me to him?"

"He's a copper that'll give you a nice cell," Jacob smirked.

"I am not some criminal!" She snapped.

"Then who are you?" Evie demanded. "People don't usually walk around her with swords and pistols. Now tell me who you really are!"

She decided to bite the bullet, "My name is Elise De La Serre, daughter of Francois De La Serre."

She suddenly felt the blade move away from her neck and a swift knock to the back of the head, rendered her unconscious.

Jacob looked to his twin, "To Freddy's?"

Evie shook her head, "To the train."

Jacob gave her a look of confusion, "She something of interest to us now?"

"Elise De La Serre, was the name given to the daughter of the French Grand Master. But that was in the 1700s. I would like to have a little talk with her and see why she is using such a name."

Jacob shook his head, not at all interested in such things, but helped his twin anyway by pulling the unconscious woman onto his shoulder, now following on after.