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Lexington. Connor knew the place all too well, he used to pass by this place whenever he has some job that ought to be done. And seeing the how the place used to be years ago gave Connor a feeling of unfamiliarity. With a deep breath, he pulled his hood over his head.

Connor managed to slip on some hooded robes on and escape his duties as a worker in the inn. He felt a bit lighter when he wore the robes, it somehow made him feel like he is in his usual Assassin robes. As much as he wanted to wear it, he cannot risk getting caught wearing it by the Templars. He hid the robes in the cellar, somewhere that people wouldn't bother to look at, in case his father tries to search his belongings if he finds something suspicious about him. Connor had to be careful, especially today.

The reason why he's in Lexington is simple. He's spying on the Templars. In one of his eavesdropping sessions, he heard that they intend to find someone who can help them. A contact that may lead them to the Precursor Site. This is a matter that needs to be handled outside the inn's premises and so Connor decided to follow Haytham to Lexington.

Connor sat between two men on a bench, as he watched his father rode his horse to meet with Charles Lee who wasn't that far. The assassin was within earshot and can clearly hear the conversation of the two men.

"I heard from the people here that they can see a Mohawk woman skulking around the outskirts of Lexington. With luck, she might still be out there" Charles said as he pointed somewhere on the east.

Connor froe upon hearing the "Mohawk woman" came out from Charles' lips. He feared that it was not his mother they are searching for. He'll be damned if his suspicions were true.

"Excellent work, Charles. Come, let's go find out mystery woman, shall we?" Haytham said as he gestured Lee to follow him. Connor was ready to stand from his seat, he had to get there before they do.

When the men brought their horses and rode to the outskirts of the town, Connor was quick to follow. He never let himself lose sight of them, but at the same time, he was doing his own job of tracking this "contact" of theirs.

During the trip, Connor heard Lee speak to his father,

"I'm afraid I have bad news sir" Lee said, hiding his face in embarrassment. Connor paused and hid behind a thick trunk of a tree, thick enough to hid his body. He peered a little to watch the two men.

Haytham raised his brow at this,

"What is it, Charles?" he asked

"Braddock's insisting I should return to service under him. I've tried to beg off, to no avail" he said sadly. Haytham paused for a while before letting out a faint grin.

"No doubt he's still angry about losing John—to say nothing of the shaming we gave him," Haytham responded, "Do as he asks. In the meantime, I'll work on having you released"

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Master Kenway" with this Haytham chuckled,

"Not your fault" It somehow made Connor feel uncomfortable. He can't stomach the idea of how fatherly Haytham sounded whenever he speaks to Charles. It's as if it was very easy for him to accept Charles's mistakes and undoing. Connor didn't know how to feel. Was it jealousy he's feeling? He felt the same unpleasant feeling whenever Haytham pats Charles on the back, guides and teaches him in any way he can. It just made the assassin feel like it's unfair on his part.

He knew the compliments, the greetings he receives from his father in this time isn't because he was known to be his own son. He was only a friend, perhaps even a stranger who helped them kill some soldiers a few months ago.

Connor shook this thoughts away from his head. He had to accept the fact that he cannot receive such treatment in his lifetime. He knew that his relationship with his father is doomed from the very beginning, and there's nothing he could do to change that. Even though he's still hoping to make it happen.

Soon enough, Connor followed them to a vacated hunting camp.

"She's not too far away" Connor heard Lee. Haytham took a deep breath before speaking,

"The fire's only just been snuffed, the snow recently disturbed" Haytham said and Connor thought,

"She's close" Connor watched Lee dismount his horse and follow Haytham on foot. But Haytham raised his hand,

"Best you return to Braddock, Charles, before he grows suspicious. I can handle things from here" Charles nodded and reined his horse around. Connor watched Charles leaved before returning his attention to the disturbed snow, and his father who was following its tracks. With a quick movement, Connor climbed the nearest tree he can find. That's probably the easiest way to follow this bastard.

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Connor slowly paced through the tree's branches, and his father was also doing a good job in walking stealthily through the snow-covered ground as he silently approached the woman not too far away from him. From the distance, Connor's suspicions were proven true; it's his mother. The Mohawk woman was examining a snare, and neither Connor nor Haytham dared to surprise her.

Even though Connor encountered her at the fort a few months ago, he can't help but feel his heart leap when he saw her again. This distraction of his caused him to step on a bad branch and Connor fell unceremoniously on the thick snow.

"Way to go, Kenway" Connor thought to himself. Of course, he knew his father and mother heard him, perhaps even saw him fall from the tree. But before he knew it, he heard his mother hastily stand up and sprinted away, as well as his father's frantic yells as he ran after her.

"Wait! Come back!" Haytham yelled as he followed her. The assassin picked himself up and followed. Connor still had to run, but he shouldn't be seen either. One mistake is too risky already.

"Please stop running! I only wish to talk!" Haytham scream and Connor can see that he's getting tired. But his mother isn't. She's still running through the trees, not even giving to poor man a glance. This caused Connor to chuckle. Who knew his parents got into some sort of a mad goose chase?

Through the chase, Haytham ended up in another vacated camp. But this time, fresh corpses were lying around. Connor took his time hidden behind a rock, he searched for his mother among the trees. To his surprise, he saw her stand idly on a strong branch, eagerly watching the man below.

Connor heard loud barks. One of which he is very familiar with.

"Wolves" Connor said to himself as peered at Haytham who was surrounded by wolves.

It wasn't long until the man was fighting them off, though he wasn't as efficient as Connor thought he would be. If he don't help Haytham soon, he might die in cold blood here. What's worse is that, if that happened, he would cease to exist.

With a groan, Connor leapt up.

"To hell with this" he cursed as he expertly fought off the remaining wolves. From time to time, he looks up, checking if his mother is still there. Fortunately, she hasn't moved a muscle.

When the camp was cleared off, Connor too this chance to look at Haytham, who have done the same. Haytham has a look of confusion painted on his face. But soon tore his gaze at Connor when he saw the Mohawk woman move again.

Haytham left, and ran after her again. Connor grinned. This isn't supposed to be amusing but in an odd way, it entertained him. With a contented sigh, Connor followed his parents.

It wasn't long until he heard his father scream angrily,

"You try my patience, woman!" This made Connor crack up a bit. Haytham Kenway, a normally calm person, is at his wit's end all because he was chasing a Mohawk woman.

Soon enough, Ziio pulled them deeper into the forest and would've escaped if not for a piece of bad fortune. She stepped on a weak branch and fell on the thick snow. Connor felt a pang of worry. He rushed to aid her, but his father came there in a blink of an eye.

He held up his hand and asked for her hand. Ziio looked up at him, brows raised before swatting his hand away and stood up on her own. Connor hid his smiling face in his hood and a stifled laugh escaped his lips. Haytham spun his head to look at the hooded man with a frown before catching his breath.

Both his parents are now aware of his presence. And Connor didn't know if that's a good thing or not.

"Me. Haytham. I. Come. In. Peace" Haytham managed to say as he was trying to catch his breath. Connor was never one to smile a lot but if he's going to be honest, today was probably the day where he smiled too many times.

Ziio looked at Haytham as if she was trying to decipher what's going on with the man in front of her. Her eyes then went to the hooded man who was hiding his grin with his hand before her eyes landed on the Englishman in front of her.

"Are you touched in the head?!" she snapped. Connor didn't know how to react anymore. The scene that was happening in front of him was too much to handle.

"Uh… sorry" Was all Haytham managed to say. If he was in a better condition, he would've made some sort of witty remark to return to her, but given his situation, he's not fit to give some witty reply.

"Who are you?" Ziio turned to Connor when she noticed that the man in front of her isn't going to give her a proper response yet.

"Umm…"

"Well?" Connor sighed, as he took his hood down. Haytham looked up and when he saw Connor, he felt like he's going to have to breathe deeper again.

"Connor"

"What on earth are you doing here?" Haytham finally said a complete sentence after catching his breath.

"I was out hunting. It's a mere coincidence that I was around when I saw you getting mauled by wolves" Connor lied

"Is that so? Then why did you even bother to follow me?" Haytham demanded

"You just ran off before I even reveal myself to you. Anyway, a little thank you would suffice!" Connor seethed and the two glared at each other. Somehow forgetting about the Mohawk woman in between them.

"What do you want?" Ziio asked impatiently.

"Well, your name for one" Haytham said

"I am Kaniehti:io" she replied curtly to which Haytham had a hard time understanding.

"It's a pleasure to meet you… Godziio?" Haytham tried, earning another chuckle from Connor. Ziio was unimpressed when Haytham tried and failed to repeat her name back to her.

"Just call me Ziio" she snapped, "Now tell me, why is it that you're here"

Haytham looked at Connor and sighed. Probably debating whether he should reveal something to a worker in an inn. After a period of indecision, Haytham took out an amulet and showed it to her.

Connor was familiar with it. Achilles described that amulet to him once, and the amulet held by his father fits the old man's description.

"Do you know what this is?" Haytham asked and without warning, she took his arm.

"You have one?" she asked, Connor though that she was referring to the amulet, but then her eyes darted to the hidden blade strapped on his wrist. It would seem Haytham noticed this too.

"Interesting" Connor thought.

It's as if this discovery earned Haytham some trust, she smiled. Haytham smiled back and became a little more confident when he asked again.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked again and she took it. Connor watched carefully.

"Where did you get this?" Ziio asked as she studied the amulet. Haytham went silent for a while before replying,

"From an old friend" Connor believed he heard a tone of sadness in his father's voice, making him wonder if there's something behind that amulet that caused his father to sound as such.

Ziio stared at him before replying,

"I've only seen such markings in one other place"

"Where?" Haytham asked, rather eagerly.

"It…" Ziio paused, "It's forbidden for me to speak of it"

Haytham sighed and stared straight at her eyes, hoping to convince her with the strength of his conviction.

"I saved your people. Does that mean nothing to you?"

Ziio remained silent, so did Connor.

"Look, I am not the enemy" Haytham pressed and Connor, by instinct, rolled his eyes. But fortunately for him, neither of the two saw this.

Ziio nodded, then replied,

"Near here, there is a hill. On top of it grows a mighty tree. Come, we'll see if you speak the truth" she said as she walked ahead of them, leaving Connor and Haytham alone.

Connor caught his father staring at her back and thought of something to say,

"So, you're going there?" Connor asked and Haytham turned to him.

"Yes. Indeed I am" he said, and Connor saw the slight change in his father's eyes. It's as if an idea crossed his mind.

"And you're coming with me" Haytham added, much to Connor's surprise. He was expecting Haytham to push him away since he has nothing to do with this. Connor thought that Haytham would consider him a nuisance.

"But why?" Was all Connor managed to say. Haytham smirked.

"Well, you've saved my ass earlier, helped my men in the fort a few months ago and perhaps, I'm in need of your assistance on something."

"What if I don't want to help?" Connor replied.

"Oh don't lie to me boy. I've seen the spark of interest you had with the amulet. And I know that you are worth more than just hunting, Connor. Believe me, I saw in you the endless potential you have. Let's not put that to waste, shall we?" Haytham said and Connor wasn't sure what it meant. His father was right about his interest in the amulet, but when he mentioned about his potential, Connor wasn't sure what his father is trying to say.

"It's best that we should go, Connor"

"Right" Connor replied as he moved to follow his father.

Without turning his head, Haytham spoke to Connor,

"Remember to always watch your back, Connor" he said and Connor knew what Haytham meant. Throughout the whole time, the chase, their conversations, Connor felt like they are being watched. Spied on from a distance.

It would seem that Haytham was aware of this as well. If this was the case, could it be that Haytham was aware of Connor's presence earlier? Connor felt sick at the thought, but never mind that. The shadow that has been following them bothered Connor even more. And he shouldn't let his guard down.

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"Man, that was tiring" a hooded man slumped on a strong branch of the tree when the half-breed left. He pulled his hood down and yawned.

"Hey! Don't forget that you are here to eavesdrop, not to relax" another hooded man said as he leaned against the tree trunk. The assassin above rolled his eyes as he jumped and landed beside the other assassin.

"Right, right" he said passively.

"Take this task seriously. The man we're trailing here is Haytham Kenway, not some old merchant"

"I know what I'm doing. And I do know who that guy is. But the half-breed? I didn't even know who he is"

"Weren't you listening? His name is Connor?" the assassin snapped.

"I am listening, Liam. Sheesh. Of course I know his bloody name! What I'm saying is his identity, what's his job and those things" the younger assassin replied and Liam, shook his head at his friend.

"You know what, sometimes I'm worried you might die at any moment" Liam said and the other assassin raised his brow.

"What? Why?"

"Because you're all over your head. Now let's stop this stupid conversation and you should go get your job done already" Liam pushed the other assassin.

"I will! I will!"

"Goodluck, lad" Liam called out at the assassin when he was now walking away.

The assassin stopped and turned to look at Liam with a cocky grin on his face.

"I make my own luck, Liam" he said as he pulled his hood on. He still have precious information to get down there.

AN: Aaand I'll assume you know who Liam is and who owns that signature line :P Reviews are highly appreciated :D