You sat on you horse drawn carriage waiting for someone to as for a ride. Your green and yellow overcoat which was getting too tighg and was a uniform staple of the Rooks, the gang you were in which rivaled the Blighters. Your daydreaming is interrupted by none other than one of the twin assassins, Evie Frye who helped the rooks graciously.

"There you are." She said, shoving a body of a passed out Blighter into the carriage, closing the door. "You know the usual, take me to the meeting spot."