Chapter 4
by 
Damos
Where has he popped out
London
I woke up in an alleyway and clutching my headwaited for my eyes to adjust saw the darkening sky, the smell of flumes lingered in the night and looking down there I was clothed differently to what I was before, I know wore a suit however with that was a long trench type coat dangling from my neck was a Templar Cross and yet my appearance appeared more of an assassin type appearance over Templar. I had a hidden blade attached to my left hand and carried a revolver but also a rifle it’s weird how no one had noticed and in my scabbard was a long knife that remained hidden by my jacket, “Where the hell am I?” I looked down am withdrawing the folded piece of paper read poorly, “Track down the Frye!” I folded it back up and shrugging walked out of the dark alley to reveal...