To the recipient of this USB file,I am not sure how you got this, but I pray that this is in Assassin hands. But if not, there is an email that you need to contact. I am bleeding and barely keeping it settle in a internet Cafe, but it is hard to do…when you are injured by a shot in the arm.
I don’t have much time, in the following is an email All you have to do is email it with a simple code. It’s NOTHINGISTRUE72! Just send a copy of the folder and it will get there. You may expect someone contacting you for more information. In the mean time, you are responsible for this data. This is data from Abstergo Entertainment on an unknown subject matter. This subject’s DNA will be the key…
Need to go. All I can say, the ancestor your about to witness is an assassin from the French and Indian war. Abstergo skipped the rest due to the first data being…normal at that time. But I have dug into it, and trust me, Katie Shepherd is key in this war. Find out what you can for now, and more will come. I swear.End of Message...
New York, New York
“Tell us where the money is, and we will leave you be.”
Kathryn Shepherd, also known to be called Katie, was surrounded by the members of the Lobos gang. Standing firm and tall, Katie looked at the Spanish leader in his black eyes with her blue-green eyes. Snow swirled all around the street, causing it to make a flowing pattern in this tense scene. Even the winter winds wanted to create a dramatic scene, it was even taken more serious then most of the gangs of spaniards and british thugs.
Liam O’Brien, her master had told her, “An assassin is like that of St. Patrick. You must have enough skill and wisdom to outdraw the snakes.” She found the right words to respond to the spaniard leader,
“A spaniard dog like you should know not to try to steal from a woman of integrity.”
The leader laughed, “Bold words coming from a batch of mixed mutts of Irish and Scotts you pretty stray puppy. The Finnegan’s owe us money, along with all these scums that from across the sea. But we know ever since their only son died “mysteriously” last year, they had been looking out to their helpless Irish-Scott mutt of a niece, who now has more balls then Barry now has.”
The Irish temper had begun to rise high and caused her face to red with anger. How dare they mock about her heritage and her family. She’d thought. As long as she could remember, from when she arrived from Ireland at the age of seven, people has mocked her for not only her heritage, but for the families different ideals. When the pelage claimed the lives of both her parents on the voyage to the colonies, Berry and Cassidy Finnegan, and their son Daniel took her in with opened arms. All she ever wanted was to have sense in a world that held so much promise.
Katie started to make her way around, when one of the thugs grabbed her upper left arm. Upon the contact of the grip, she unleashed her hidden blade from her right sleeve and stabbed him into the left upper shoulder. The leader cried out in pain as he let go and grasped his wound, drips of blood landed on the snow covered street. The others coward exclaiming,
“She’s one of them!”
“Don’t let the bossman know!”
The leader groaned and said,
“Mark me words Shepherd, someday your tricks won’t be enough to save you.”
Katie gave a dry laugh,
“You always say that you pedro.”
The leader cursed in Spanish and ran with the gang.
Cleaning her hidden blade with a handkerchief, Katie had removed the blade from her left arm and placed it in the basket of spices. Katie was always diligent on trying to keep her role as an assassin a secret. The last thing she wanted was Cassidy and Barry to know about a war that both their son and nice are a part of. She covered the hidden blade with a handkerchief and made her way to her aunt and uncle’s manor. As she walked past Wall Street, and spotted the old rundown church. The gangs had been setting fires to various buildings in the Irish district to set an example. That church was one of few that still stood on it’s foundation, and it was also the place where her cousin was laid to rest. She had thought a lot about Daniel even after he was killed “on duty” in Haiti by an unexpected chain of events. Daniel Finnegan was seven years her senior, but he was the brother she’d never had, even when she made it to the New York Harbor twelve years ago. They would often talk about ways of how the Irish district could be improved, along with all of the city of New York. Daniel would often be Katie’s rescuer when she would land into trouble. She chuckled at most of the memories that flooded her. There was the time when she was dared by the local boys to go steal a lamb from the market place. Yet she’d remembered that two other boys tried either to help her or stop her. She did got caught by the shepherd, but Daniel managed to get her out of trouble and the guard’s arms before she would be thrown into prison. It seemed so long ago and innocent. Their lives were humble, but still Katie loved those childhood days. All changed when Daniel was less around.
Daniel began to work in a group associated with the British Army Officer Coronal Monro. At first Katie was appealed that she had her cousin work among a British soldier. She of course at the time was preoccupied with her apprenticeship with a spice, herd, and tea merchant, Jean Pierce. Normally women were not excepted into such positions; but Jean must of seen potential in her. It was Jean who introduced her to the Brotherhood upon one of his “trips” up in the northern colonies. She would at times be going to the Devonport Homestead to be trained by the Mentor Achilles Davenport, along with Hope, and more recently Liam O’Brian. Liam became the second brother figure in her life, when Daniel was barely around. Intact it was probably a gift from God that the Assassin’s came into her picture. They held the same ideals of wanting individuality and freedom as a nation, from iron gripped associations such as the Templars. It wasn’t until later she’d discovered that Daniel had become a member of the Templars of the Colonial Rite. Katie’s heart was heavy, thinking the last time they’d spoken together. It was one that was painful and merciful for both of them.
When Katie made it to Barry and Cassidy Finnegan’s home, her home, she noticed her cat, Leo sleeping lazily at the edge of the roof above Daniel’s old bedroom. A bittersweet grin came upon her face. Daniel used to hate that cat, saying that it allowed the mice to conquer the pantry passed the lazy feline. Of course it was Daniel who helped Katie on convincing Barry to allow her to keep the cat, as long as it stayed outside of the house. Often Katie would tell Daniel that the reason why Leo likes to sleep on the roof near his window was the he could see in his lions den. To keep a lookout for angels.
She stopped her shoes from the snow, and opened the door and went inside the house. Katie could see Barry sitting at the table talking to Coronal Monro, their heads turned when Katie closed the door. Katie was surprised to see him here at her house. The last time he was here, he had to bring the saddened news the the Finnegan’s son had died. The Coronal stood up from his seat and tipped his hat toward her.
The Coronal and Katie had meet on occasions when Daniel would see her on the streets. When she would ask him about the coronal, Daniel only said that he worked for him.
Katie gave a small curtsey in response to the gesture. In her mind, she felt that she was simply a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The assassin in innocence clothing.
“Coronal Monro. This is unexpected, I haven’t seen you since the funeral.” Katie said, keeping her voice formal.
“Yes, it has been a while. Mr. Finnegan was just telling me that you work at Master Pierce’s herb shop.” The Coronal’s eyes were looking up toward the stairs as he’s spoke. “I was hoping that you brought some herbs with you.”
The question caught Katie off guard, but she’d ket her face normal. Something that a year ago she would of fail to keep. She gave a nod.
The Coronal had his hands behind his back, in a military staff. “I was told by your uncle that you are associated with Mr. Pierce, and you just retuned from the Carolinas.”
“Yes sir, there were some spices that Mr. Pierce wanted for his shop, it seemed that the king’s soldiers needed more salve and we-”
“Miss Shepherd, I’d trust that a young man may need of your assistance for your aunt and uncle.” The coronal then placed his hand on her shoulder as he’d spoke, “Two days ago, my men had found a man half dead and bleeding on a shoreline. I sent him to be cared for by your aunt and uncle. And they told me about your work with herbs, and how you’d been grieving silently for Daniel.”
The interruption and analyzation of her grief seemed unnecessary enough to make her angry; yet the men chin of an injured man made her focused on stabbing the coronal in front of her family.
Katie gave a nod in responce, knowing that it was true that she poured herself into her work, when in secret she went into her training with Achilles and Liam when she would travel for Mr. Pierce’s missions. She sighed, pushing a stray lock of red hair away from her face.
“Yes, I’d been Coronal; but what do my herbs have to do with this poor soul? Make him the king’s tea?” Katie said sarcastically.
“Katie!” Barry barked, his face almost red.
“It’s alright Mr. Finnegan.” The Coronal said, raising a gloved hand. He turned back to Katie and said,
“You will be using herbs to mend, and to assist your aunt and uncle.”
Katie crossed her arms, and went to face the open fireplace to watch the flames dance upon the wood. She knew that this could be a golden opportunity to keep an eye on the coronal. From the way he’s spoke about the poor wretch, he would come and check on him.
Perhaps this is the open door for the assassins to know the templar’s plans. It was something Achilles would want her to do.
After a long moment, she faced the coronal again and said, “Aye coronal, I’ll lend a hand. And a bushel of herbs if that’s what it takes.”
The coronal gave a smile and in a warm voice he said, “Thank you, Miss Shepherd. Though I’m afraid his condition is more then serious enough then a few herds.”
Katie’s eyes went to the stairs, “Well I better get started then. Coronal.” She’d made a final curtsey, as the coronal had returned the gesture with a small bow.
“Farewell Ms. Shepherd. If you, or any of your family need anything, don’t hesitate to ask for my aid.”
After the coronal left the house, Katie grabbed a select amount of herbs from her purse, and went upstairs towards Daniel’s old room. She took a long breath and went inside. She saw her aunt placing a blanket on a pale body. After an embarrass from her aunt, Katie looked down upon the comatose man. He was half naked from the waist up, a heavy blanked was placed on his lower half to covered his nakedness, his heavily muscled body was covered in blood stained bandages. His black hair was scattered all over his face, a long newly placed scar drew her attention to his right eye. Katie then asked,
“Aunt Cassidy, how long has he’d been like this?”
“Not sure Katie. The doctors were here this morning. He’d say that the wounds and bandages needs cleaning at least once a day. But lately his wounds had really taken a toll on the fever.”
Katie rolled up her sleeves, “Well it looks like were going to have to change this bleeding run of a muck’s bandages soon.”
She took some water, and ground the herbs that she’d saved in her purse for such wounds.
Katie waited until Barry came back up stairs in order to aid the women on lifting the man’s upper body. Katie then untied the knots of the bandages around his abdomen, from what she saw were stitches peeking from the left side. The blanked slid off a few inches down. Katie tried her hardest not to look down past the woulds she was focusing on, the blood flushed her cheeks rapidly. As she’d unwrapped the stained wraps, the horrors of what possibly happened to this man unveiled itself. Two large scars were stitched up stretched across the lower parts of his chests, yellow liquid drained out of the wounds. Bruises were all along his rib cage, and small cuts that seemed harmless started to scab on his hands, arms and shoulders. The worst of all was the lone bullet hole on his side.
“What kind of hell did this one go through!” Katie said, a mask of awe and disbelief covered her tone.
“By the Saints.” Barry said, marking the crucifix on his chest with his free hand.
Katie started the process by cleaning the wounds with a wet rag dipped in warm water mixed with salt. She was careful to not pull the stitches as she held the rag against the area and gently rubbing the infection off. She could feel the mussels of the man tightening up as she press new salt water into the wound. There were times when she’d thought she’d seen his eyes open slightly, then shut again. She’d placed the herbs over the stitches as Cassidy handed over the fresh bandage the doctor provided. Then she’d chewed on some, removed it from her mouth and placed it in the bullet hole and compressed it in.
After she’d tied him up, Barry lowered him unto the bed, then Cassidy covered him with more blankets.
Katie went to the window and dumped the contacts in the bowl into the street. .
“I’ll get us some fresh water.” Cassidy said, turning to go downstairs.
Barry and Katie looked down upon the man. Katie couldn’t help but noticed that he seemed familiar. However, she noticed as well that he was a bit handsome beyond the rough look.
“Looks like were going to have to keep an eye on this poor bastard.” Barry stated.
Cassidy returned with a basin of clean water with a cloth.
“I’ll look after him.” She said.
But Katie placed a hand on her aunt’s shoulder and said, “Looks like you and Uncle Barry had done enough while I was gone. I’ll take the first shift.”
“But you just barely got home Katie.” Cassidy said.
Katie shook her head, “Must we argue already. You probably already done enough. Besides, Pierce already trained me to handle such situations.”
“Your a good lass.” Barry said. “I never thought I see the day that both you and Daniel, God rest him, had become such strong individuals of the Irish community.”
Katie smiled, knowing what Barry meant. From trouble makers to adults.
If only they knew even half of it. She’d thought.
When Cassidy and Barry left the bedroom, Katie gently felt his forehead. The skin was hot to the touch. Katie grabbed the washcloth, squeezed the water out, and gently bathed his face. She still wondered where she’d seen him before. As her thoughts drifted for a long while, she suddenly felt a hand grabbing her shirt. She didn’t scream, but her instincts were ready to unleash her hidden blade if need to. Still the fear was in her gut like rotted meat.
She looked into the deepest brown eyes, eyes filled with a mixture of confusion, sadness, and anger.
“Is this suppose to be a mockery from the devil?!” He cried, a thick husky Irish accent rang in the room. Katie brushed his hand off her shoulder and said,
“What are you saying you mad man?”
“For what has happened. Lisbon. Haiti. All those souls lost.” Tears were starting to flood from his eyes. Still Katie was motionless as she grabbed his hand, as she unclothed his fingers from her shirt said, “I don’t know what happened or what you had done, but you should thank God almighty and the saints that your still among the living clans.”
Barry and Cassidy burst forth in the room, and Barry exclaimed, “Katie, what the bloody hell is going on?”
The man was breathing heavily as he and Katie were still locked in eye contact. Katie was the first to break off the stare, and she turned and said, “It’s alright Barry. I believe this man just had a nightmare. He’s burning up after all.”
As she’d turned back to the man, she’d noticed that he’d fell back unto the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he’d struggled to sit up again. He then looked up and said, “I do apologize for the way I acted onto you lass.”
Katie gave a small smile. “As long as your out of that shell shocked mind, then all has passed.”
Barry then came to the bedside. Followed by Cassidy, both of them moved with apprehension. Barry gave a hard look, and said, “May we ask though who you are young man. Since we are asked to take you under this home’s roof?”
The man looked at Barry, and said, “My name is Shay Patrick Cormac.”
Cassidy gave a smile, “See, he is an Irishman.”
Barry stretched out his hand to shake and said, “Barry Finnegan. This be my wife Cassidy. And seemed you’d meet Kathryn, my niece.”
Shay excepted the hand shake, and gave a nod to both Cassidy and Katie. He never stopped looking at her.
Shay couldn’t stop looking at rapidly was the young woman he’s almost assaulted in his mind. Now that he had some common sense returning to him, he got to see the features of Kathryn. She looked to be around the same age as him, give or take a year, with waves of a rich ginger hair that were the color of autumn leaves. What captured him the most however were the deep green-blue eyes, the colors that reminded him of sailing on the coasts with the Morrigan. Those eyes showed a new kind of breed of women: intelligent, stubborn, and honorable. Reminded him of the girls back at Galloway or Dublin. Galloway. Even the thought of the conversations of the home land and of the type of women most desired to Liam brought a pain deeper then the throb all over his body. How could Liam, his best and only friend ended up literally shooting him in the back? Was is even possible for him to do it?
He gave a sharp gasp of pain, and grasped his side as he shifted in the bed. Katie shook her head.
“Whatever you’d went through, seems that you’d didn’t had enough luck.” Kathryn said.
“Katie!” Cassidy exclaimed. Katie knew that it was sarcastic, but it couldn't of been helped.
Shay then gave a smile that seemed so innocent and warm. He’d replied in an husked tone,
“Lass, the first thing you need to know about me is, I make my own luck.”
“Is that so?” Was Katie’s only response to give to this man, and she’d given him a smile that seemed to brighten him up before exaltation overtook him.
Cassidy pulled the sheets over Shay’s body, as he’d breathed heavily. Pearls of sweat pooled over is forehead, making his dark hair damped on his face. Katie refreshed the rag and placed it on his forehead. Though there was something about this man, even the name, Shay Cormac, seemed familiar to her. But it doesn't matter now, this would be the perfect diversion from the pain she’d been feeling for almost a year.