Come morning, Evie was up and about followed by Lydia and then Jacob. Lydia gave herself a quick wash, before pulling on her clothes to then head for the kitchen. Jacob come up behind her while stretching.

"What's on the agenda for today?" He asked.

"I need to find Mr Churchill who should more than likely be around the city somewhere."

Jacob nodded, "Let's go find him then shall we?"

Evie glared at him, getting a "What?!" In return.

"It's not up to you," she told him.

Lydia looked to him, "I suppose you could come." He smiled at this, giving a nod to his twin. "If…..you behave."

Evie was the one to smile back at him now.

"Auntie, are you feeling up to going?" She asked turning to look at the older woman or younger woman now.

Evie nodded to her, "My wound isn't troubling me much today."

"Good, I'm glad to hear." And with that they all headed out.

Lydia searched the city, coming in contact with the Rooks when needed.

"Have you seen, Mr Churchill?"

"Yeah, he's just down by the magazine stand over by the docks. Will you be needing our help, at all?"

"No, thank you." She smiled at them.

"My pleasure, Miss." The Rook smiled.

Lydia made her way back to Evie and Jacob as they kept themselves to the back alleyways.

"Mr Churchill is by the docks. I shall go talk with him and return to you with the mission briefing."

Jacob nodded as did Evie. They watched her go and waited. Jacob crossed his arms, watching the people go about their daily lives.

"How do they live like this?" He thought aloud.

Evie looked to him, "How do you mean?"

"Well with those things flying low in the sky, dropping bombs or gunning people down. How do they go about life as if nothing's going on?"

Evie nodded in response by his side, "They must all live in fear each and every day, but we all have to deal with one day to the next."

"Yeah," he thought to himself. "Didn't Lydia say about the bloke she was going with, was in the army?"

"She did, yes."

"Must be hard for her, you know."

Evie looked to him with a warm smile, "Look at you, Jacob. I never knew you had such a caring side to you."

He huffed and continued on, "She lives out her life here. Never knowing if she's the one to be gunned down or if her fella never comes home safe."

Evie looked to the floor, before looking back up at him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"You should never think like that, Jacob."

He glumly nodded and looked out to the people once again.

XxXxXxX

"Miss Frye. I believe I am quite getting the hang of this espionage business," Churchill greeted.

She gave him a small smile.

"This one should be of particular interest to you. One of the spies currently detained at the Tower has been making some rather fanciful claims. About a Brotherhood of Assassins, no less. You may want to silence him before he causes you and your associates undue trouble. Consider it my gift to you."

"Thank you, sir." She smiled.

He nodded and headed on his way. Lydia made her way back to Evie and Jacob once again.

"There is a spy, Mr Churchill has warned me of. We must end him and quickly before he compromises the Brotherhood."

They both nodded and followed on after Lydia, to the Tower. They stopped upon seeing one of the guards in the archway.

"How do we proceed?" Evie asked.

"Same way as we always do," Jacob smirked as he was just about to walk over. Evie quickly held out a hand to stop him, giving him a glare in return.

"Lydia, this is your choice." She said looking to her great niece.

Lydia nodded and looked to her, "I say we do it the stealthy way. That way there's less risk of injury."

Evie smirked at her twin, who was looking rather disgusted by her.

"Fine, have it your way." He grumbled.

"Jacob, I'm not getting hurt because of your recklessness again!"

"Evie, I never said anything, did I?"

"Quiet!" Lydia snapped at the pair, while pulling out a smoke bomb.

"Grandfather, make yourself useful and take him out as soon as I…"

Jacob rushed over before Lydia had even got chance to threw the bomb. The guard narrowed his eyes at the Assassins approach, his hand itching to grab his weapon.

"Step back, sir! This is a restricted area!" The guard yelled.

Jacob ran over and gave him a good punch to the face, a loud crunch rang out as Jacob's brass knuckles come into contact with the man's face, breaking his nose. Lydia pocketed the smoke bomb and headed over to her grandfather, who was now way ahead of them.

"Jacob!" Evie half shouted, half hissed.

Lydia used her rope launcher to make her way up to the top of the Tower. Evie followed suit and they headed inside. A dead body greeted them inside.

"This wasn't my doing!" He confessed, holding up his hands. "He was like this when I got here."

"Damn!" Lydia cursed. "He's escaped."

Evie bent down, looking to the stab wound. "He's close. The blood's still fresh."

Lydia turned and made her way out of the window. Evie glared at Jacob before she followed on after Lydia. Jacob let out a heavy sigh. He so wanted to impress his granddaughter, but knew it wasn't working out. He'd have to calm his act down to stay in hers and Evie's good books, however, when it came to Evie that was a thing in itself.

He decided to stay back and let the women work, else he'd be in for some right ear ache later, not that he wouldn't be already though.

"He's there!" Lydia pointed.

They watched as the spy hid out of sight of the wandering guards, making sure not to be seen. He checked to make sure the coast was clear before bolting out.

"You there! Stop!" A guard yelled, catching sight of him.

The Assassins watched on, hoping the guards could deal with him instead. It would certainly help and no one would get hurt, unless you were the spy of course. Lydia frowned as a smoke bomb was set off. The guards caught in it, coughed and staggered back.

"Looks as though he's smarter than we anticipated," Lydia sighed.

"How do you want to do it?" Jacob asked, surprising them both.

"I'm surprised you're not already down there," Evie thought.

He shook his head, "I've learnt by my mistakes."

Lydia looked on in worry, "We haven't switched my grandfather along the way, have we?"

Evie laughed.

"Very funny," he scowled. "Now stop playing around and think of something."

They both got serious about this once again and looked down. The spy was giving the guards the slip, left right and centre.

"We could do with disabling him," Lydia thought aloud.

"I'm on it," Jacob beamed.

"Jacob!" Evie snapped. "Don't even…."

He pulled out a throwing knife and ran off down the Tower wall, taking his aim carefully he struck the man in the leg. He fell with a loud cry, dropping to his knees, alerting the guards of his whereabouts. They all come running at one.

"Kill him!" One yelled.

"Yes, sir!" Another answered as he delivered the finishing blow.

Jacob made his way back to the two awaiting ladies and smiled, "How was that?"

"I'm quite impressed, Jacob." Evie smiled.

"You handled that one quite well, grandfather." Lydia praised.

"That's what I like to hear," he smirked as he pulled her into a hug.

It felt warmly, but at the same time a little odd. He was her grandfather but here he was in his youth. She pulled away from him to then head back for home. It had been a fun and eventful day, but Evie would be in need of fresh gauze. They headed for home or Lydia's home as it were. Lydia unlocked the door and headed on inside, followed by Evie then Jacob, who shut the door behind him. He then sat himself down in one of the armchairs, leaning over to warm his hands with the fire.

Evie followed Lydia to the kitchen to get herself another fresh bandage. She reached out to take it, but Lydia stopped her.

"You shouldn't be the one to do it," Evie frowned at her.

"Lift up your blouse," Lydia ordered, ignoring her aunt.

Evie sighed and lifted it up so that Lydia could replace the old with the new. She was much gentler than Jacob had been with her and she appreciated it. Lydia threw the old soiled one out, then gave the wound a good looking over, glad to see it was healing pretty well before covering it again.

"I would give it a few more days until it is fully healed."

Evie nodded and put her blouse back down, "Thank you, Lydia."

She smiled, "It's been fun working with the two of you. Strange, but good fun."

"I never knew he had it in him," Evie said, now losing herself in thought.

"For grandfather to have had any children, you mean?"

Evie nodded and looked to her, "He was never all that interested in…..anyone."

"He really does love grandmother."

"What of his son?"

"My father told me of his childhood with grandfather. He really enjoyed himself, unlike me. I thought my parents were trying to force me into something I never thought I would ever do. My studies always came first. If I had known what I do now, I may still have chosen the same path.

"I followed in my father's footsteps, but what I preferred was the light side of being an Assassin. Finding the Pieces of Eden was more important to me than killing Templars. I would, much rather like yourself, prefer to be sat reading about the history of things."

"Knowledge is far more greater than power," Lydia nodded.

"That is exactly what I say, but Jacob doesn't believe in such silly things like that."

They both laughed at this, getting a response from Jacob.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Nothing much. We were just saying how much we love to read."

Jacob grunted, "I have no time for such drivel."

The two laughed again.

"He has no idea of a good night, does he?" Lydia answered, loud enough for him to hear.

"Getting drunk at the pub IS a good night out," he shouted back.

"You're wasting your life away, grandfather." Lydia warned him as the two walked in to join him.

"I am enjoying life to the full, Lydia. Don't take what Evie's to says as fun."

Evie shook her head, "Jacob, you will never understand the finer things in life."

He shook his head and sat back in the chair, resting his eyes as to not be able to listen to the two continue to cloud his mind.