Boston’s docks were thick with British patrols while Connie followed a Templar courier carrying orders meant for the Continental Army. When the man glanced back, she slipped beneath an awning and seized a startled young dockworker, pulling him close as though they were merely speaking in private. Beneath his coat, her Hidden Blade rested silently against his ribs while the soldiers passed only a few feet away.

“Do not turn around. Do not speak. Help me remain unseen, and you will leave unharmed.”