It was difficult to gain the trust of Evie and her group, and Magie would honestly understand if they didn’t completely trust her still. She used to work with the Templars, “left” their operations, and showed up asking for help and protection in exchange for weak information. Still, Magie appreciated the little trust that she could feel coming from Evie.
It meant the world to Magie to know that she wasn’t totally useless in this whole situation, though that made the emotions she was currently feeling bleed together into a confusing mush. Was she experiencing gratitude or affection? Appreciation or the beginnings of devotion?
Magie forced away her thoughts and took Evie’s hand with a small smile on her own lips. “Right, okay then,” she nodded. She was slightly disappointed at being told the sugar-coated equivalent of ‘no,’ but she had given Evie her word that she trusted her just moments before. Magie decided that instead of speaking up and begging to come along ike a fool, she’d stay put and not cause any trouble for Evie and whatever work it would take to get the items she was requesting.
She agreed with the meeting time and spent the rest of the night by herself. It was lonely, even with her multitude of scattered pages to keep her company. Instead of providing answers, they only caused her head to spin as she struggled to piece together the bits of information she could remember about the man she was promising information about.
Magie worked into the night and slept into the late afternoon, barely having enough time to clean herself up from the ink that stained her face and hands. She was making tea for her expected guest when a knock sounded at the door. Magie opened it, greeted to a face of a man who looked familiar but she knew she’d never met him before. “You’re Miss Frye’s brother, yes?” she asked hesitantly, scared to let him in immediately in case he was a stranger she had forgotten about meeting.
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧. Henry spoke to both of them when it was placed into their hands, Evie was the one that took it upon herself to look into. It was something he never thought Evie would find the time for, but with how easily she multi-tasked and went through multiple activities all packed within one day – it shouldn’t have been something that came as a surprise. It definitely wasn’t as much of a shocker as the time Henry informed the twins about ho Jacob’s gang was thriving against all the odds. It left Evie flabbergasted for a moment, sending a quick look at Henry for clarification. It didn’t fail to make a smile poke the corners of his lips from hearing the achievement.
Once Evie entailed everything to him, he jumped at the chance to get it done with. Jacob’s main objective was to get rid of any and all Templars he could, higher-ups to those on the bottom of the barrel. This was his specialty and he would be a fool if he didn’t see it through.
The apartment wasn’t hard to find for the assassin, but to any Templar – the building looked like any other. The staircases were the same, the structure holding no uniqueness. It was the perfect place, for now. He climbed up the staircase and reached the apartment number and tapped on the wooden door. In a short amount of time, the door opened and Magie showed her face.
He held out his hand, the one that didn’t conceal his hidden blade. He made sure to keep his hands in front of him, not wanting to raise anymore suspicion or worry that she already was feeling. ❝ I am indeed, madam. Jacob Frye, at your service. ❞ A grin was on his lips, his voice smooth as butter.
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