'Sir, Southgate is fully under our control.' The interruption of the one by the name of Charles breaks the moment. Much to his distress Connor finds that he isn't sure whether he should be grateful or not.
Instantly Haytham reverts to business, stepping back and withdrawing his hand. If there is any hesitation it is gone in a second, he does not linger as he turns his attention fully to the other Templar. 'Good, although not for very long I suspect. Word of this will be quick to reach-'
Connor doesn't stick around to find out who word of the fort's fall will be quick to reach. It is too perfect a distraction to pass up. He manages to slip away silently enough, breaking into a sprint as soon as he reaches the ground. Once he catches up to the group of former captives slowly heading for the frontier he knows that he's safe. Pausing, he glances back. Nobody is following. All of the Templars appear to have withdrawn to the rampart in order to regroup. It's hard to believe that after all that effort, all that death, they are simply letting the liberated captives walk free. There is something more that they want here, there has to be. Simple justice or even revenge do not explain this.
Looking back at the battlements he spies the watcher again, leaning on the ledge beside one of the cannons. Rather than chasing he seems content to step back and wait. Confidence. Their eyes meet, Haytham smiles and Connor understands. This will not be the last they see of each other, he will be making sure of that. Allowing himself a small smile in return, the Assassin turns away, hoping despite himself that next time they will not be meeting as enemies.
Fill: Who Will Save You Now? [3.5/?]
Instantly Haytham reverts to business, stepping back and withdrawing his hand. If there is any hesitation it is gone in a second, he does not linger as he turns his attention fully to the other Templar. 'Good, although not for very long I suspect. Word of this will be quick to reach-'
Connor doesn't stick around to find out who word of the fort's fall will be quick to reach. It is too perfect a distraction to pass up. He manages to slip away silently enough, breaking into a sprint as soon as he reaches the ground. Once he catches up to the group of former captives slowly heading for the frontier he knows that he's safe. Pausing, he glances back. Nobody is following. All of the Templars appear to have withdrawn to the rampart in order to regroup. It's hard to believe that after all that effort, all that death, they are simply letting the liberated captives walk free. There is something more that they want here, there has to be. Simple justice or even revenge do not explain this.
Looking back at the battlements he spies the watcher again, leaning on the ledge beside one of the cannons. Rather than chasing he seems content to step back and wait. Confidence. Their eyes meet, Haytham smiles and Connor understands. This will not be the last they see of each other, he will be making sure of that. Allowing himself a small smile in return, the Assassin turns away, hoping despite himself that next time they will not be meeting as enemies.