A/N: Sorry so short, but at least I was able to move around that writer's block.
A couple days after his dreadful encounter with the Assassin, Connor had discovered a solid lead to his quarry. Church's men, renegade Templars, were guiding a convoy across the frontier to their camp, where he suspected their leader was waiting. So the hunter followed them for hours on foot, taking to the treetops to avoid being detected.
There were quite the number of armed mercenaries along the route. Church's men were paranoid. As they should be, given that these traitors were being hunted by both the Templar Order and the Continental Army alike. Unfortunately, their turncoat leader was a slippery bastard who has managed to evade both pursuers for months now, hiding within out in the frontier as they smuggled stolen goods to the Redcoats.
The hunter inwardly groaned as the convoy reached a fork in the road, and split into two groups. Connor wished his father were here, as a second pair of hunter's eyes would have been helpful. He had hoped Kanen'tó:kon would have joined him for this mission at least, considering how dedicated the Master Assassin was when it came to putting down Templars.
He shook his head and focused on the situation before him. Following one path would lead him to his objective, while the other would only give his prey more time to slip away if he were sighted. Unfortunately his eagle eyes could not give him indication of which way to go.
Trusting his instincts, he followed the group on the left. There were more guards along this path. Surely it would lead to Church, who would have most likely paid extra for the security.
Money well wasted. The hunter easily slipped passed the armed guards monitoring the road, using the trees and tall winter shrubs as cover. He silently took down the few lookouts along the way and caught up with the convoy as one of the wagons had broken a wheel.
Connor had to wait as the driver climbed down to inspect the damage, curse, unsuccessfully try to get the other driver from the wagon in front of him for assistance, and then curse some more. Rather unfortunate for that man, but the Omega saw an opportunity open up before him. It would be a lot easier for him to infiltrate the camp if he could stowaway in the back.
But just as he approached the wagon, hiding behind the trees and about to make his move, the hunter caught movement from the corner of his eye. A flash of white cloth. A few shades darker than the snow.
No... it could not be.
But unless his eyes were deceiving him, which sadly would not be for the first time, a certain Alpha whom he was currently irritated with was approaching the driver from behind. Presumably to kill the unsuspecting prey. The mercenary, was too busy grumbling obscenities and trying to fix the broken wheel. to notice the hooded figure sneaking up in him.
Connor bit his lower lip in frustration. What should he do? The driver was dead even if he tried to warn him. Perhaps he should try to signal to Kanen'tó:kon, and silently convince him to spare the man. Wait... why the Assassin here?
"Excuse me." The young Alpha spoke softly, but still startled the driver who jumped and spun around. "Are you Benjamin Church's man?"
"What...?"
'What...?' Connor echoed in his head, his eyebrows arched in surprise. What was the other Mohawk up to? Why was he looking for Church?
The mercenary didn't answer. He didn't need to as his ashen face spoke volumes, and the fact that he had broke into a run. Right in the Templar hunter's direction. Connor stepped out from his hiding spot and stretched out one of his arms in the runner's path.
Eyes bulged at the sight of him, but it was too late to reverse directions. The fleeing driver ran neck-first into his arm, and collapsed onto the ground. As he lay choking and wheezing, Connor pinned his arm down with his foot. In case the stunned driver got any ideas of pulling out a flintlock on them.
He glanced up as the Assassin halted immediately from the short chase, and narrowed amber-brown eyes met with umber as they both spoke out at once.
One-shot: Blood and Snow 3a/?
A couple days after his dreadful encounter with the Assassin, Connor had discovered a solid lead to his quarry. Church's men, renegade Templars, were guiding a convoy across the frontier to their camp, where he suspected their leader was waiting. So the hunter followed them for hours on foot, taking to the treetops to avoid being detected.
There were quite the number of armed mercenaries along the route. Church's men were paranoid. As they should be, given that these traitors were being hunted by both the Templar Order and the Continental Army alike. Unfortunately, their turncoat leader was a slippery bastard who has managed to evade both pursuers for months now, hiding within out in the frontier as they smuggled stolen goods to the Redcoats.
The hunter inwardly groaned as the convoy reached a fork in the road, and split into two groups. Connor wished his father were here, as a second pair of hunter's eyes would have been helpful. He had hoped Kanen'tó:kon would have joined him for this mission at least, considering how dedicated the Master Assassin was when it came to putting down Templars.
He shook his head and focused on the situation before him. Following one path would lead him to his objective, while the other would only give his prey more time to slip away if he were sighted. Unfortunately his eagle eyes could not give him indication of which way to go.
Trusting his instincts, he followed the group on the left. There were more guards along this path. Surely it would lead to Church, who would have most likely paid extra for the security.
Money well wasted. The hunter easily slipped passed the armed guards monitoring the road, using the trees and tall winter shrubs as cover. He silently took down the few lookouts along the way and caught up with the convoy as one of the wagons had broken a wheel.
Connor had to wait as the driver climbed down to inspect the damage, curse, unsuccessfully try to get the other driver from the wagon in front of him for assistance, and then curse some more. Rather unfortunate for that man, but the Omega saw an opportunity open up before him. It would be a lot easier for him to infiltrate the camp if he could stowaway in the back.
But just as he approached the wagon, hiding behind the trees and about to make his move, the hunter caught movement from the corner of his eye. A flash of white cloth. A few shades darker than the snow.
No... it could not be.
But unless his eyes were deceiving him, which sadly would not be for the first time, a certain Alpha whom he was currently irritated with was approaching the driver from behind. Presumably to kill the unsuspecting prey. The mercenary, was too busy grumbling obscenities and trying to fix the broken wheel. to notice the hooded figure sneaking up in him.
Connor bit his lower lip in frustration. What should he do? The driver was dead even if he tried to warn him. Perhaps he should try to signal to Kanen'tó:kon, and silently convince him to spare the man. Wait... why the Assassin here?
"Excuse me." The young Alpha spoke softly, but still startled the driver who jumped and spun around. "Are you Benjamin Church's man?"
"What...?"
'What...?' Connor echoed in his head, his eyebrows arched in surprise. What was the other Mohawk up to? Why was he looking for Church?
The mercenary didn't answer. He didn't need to as his ashen face spoke volumes, and the fact that he had broke into a run. Right in the Templar hunter's direction. Connor stepped out from his hiding spot and stretched out one of his arms in the runner's path.
Eyes bulged at the sight of him, but it was too late to reverse directions. The fleeing driver ran neck-first into his arm, and collapsed onto the ground. As he lay choking and wheezing, Connor pinned his arm down with his foot. In case the stunned driver got any ideas of pulling out a flintlock on them.
He glanced up as the Assassin halted immediately from the short chase, and narrowed amber-brown eyes met with umber as they both spoke out at once.
"What are you doing here?"