"Do you have any idea how you're going to find Archer?" Arno asked with a laugh.

   I smiled at him. "Well, it can't be that hard can it?"

   Arno started laughing even harder. "If you want to find him that badly I can call him to us," he offered.

   Call him? I wondered. "How?"

   Arno pulled an anchor pendent out from under his collar and closed his eyes. I recognized what the anchor meant as it glowed in Arno's hand. The Inner Brotherhood. My gosh, I've met two assassins from the Inner Brotherhood. The anchor stopped glowing and Arno sighed. "Archer said something about a hideout on rails? But he's on his way."

   "Evie and Jacob must be going to the train hideout. That's what he meant by hideout on rails," I said. I looked toward the tracks in time to see a gray figure drop off the side and onto the road. Archer started walking our direction.

   He was singing and it took me a moment to understand what he was saying. "Heave a pawl, oh heave away. Way hey, roll and go. The anchor's on board and the cable's all stored. To be rollicking Randy Dandy'O."

   Arno laughed and shouted sarcastically, "Ahoy Archer! Got a bit o ocean wishfulness?"

   Archer stopped singing and laughed. "Aye," he said in the same pirate type accent. "You could say so. Kenway'd be proud."

   "Kenway?" I asked. Is it possible that they know Edward Kenway? I had the sudden thought that I hadn't thought anything of the name 'Arno' until I heard Kenway. Could this Arno be the Arno?

   "Edward Kenway," Archer said. "Captain of the Jackdaw, assassin of the West Indies, and most short tempered man you'll ever meet... Except for, maybe, his brother."

   "The unanswerable question," Arno mused. "Is Edward more short tempered than Connor?"

   "It's really a matter of opinion," Archer said with a shrug. "I say no, but that's just me."

   "Hmmm..." Arno kicked a rock into the street. "I'll tell you what I think tomorrow. I need to sleep on it."

   My brain felt like it was going to explode, but I didn't say any of my new suspicions out loud. "But it's," I looked at the sky. "It's only about five."

   "I know," Arno said. "But we haven't slept since yesterday morning."

   I started at him in surprise. "How did you do that?"

   Archer leaned against a wall. I couldn't see his eyes but I could tell he was exhausted, and sad. "Let's just say that we were a long ways away and leave it at that for now."

   I glanced sidelong at Arno. He met my gaze and mouthed, Tell you at this so called train hideout. I nodded. "Follow me," I said. "I'll take you to the hideout on rails."

   Archer sighed. "That's where I was going. What did you want me for?"

   "I wanted to ask where you came from, but I'll let you get some rest first."

   Archer grunted. "Good call. Meet you at the station." He grabbed the bottom of a sign that was above his head and pulled himself up the wall and onto the roof. I saw him leaping away in the direction of the Southwark Station.

   Arno smiled sadly after him. "Archer's  a good friend," he said as we started in the same direction on the ground. "But he often doesn't tell you everything."

   "You both seem sad," I told him. "Why?"

   Arno reached up and pushed back his hood. It surprised me a little. I'd never seen an assassin willingly let down their hood before out in the open. He had amber colored eyes and brown, almost black, hair. He had a small scratch just under his left eye and the shadows made him look older than I guessed he actually was. For the first time I really looked at him, and he didn't seem to notice at all. His dark blue robes looked more like something a French noble would wear. The coattails hung almost to the ground and waved in the slight breeze. He had what seemed to be a small crossbow on his left wrist and his sword had an intricately designed hilt that would fully protect the hand. When he looked up, the anchor pendent at his neck would drop behind the collar of his robes.

   "I haven't had my hood down since I got this," he gestured to his robes. "I've gotten so used to having it up that I forgot how nice it is to not see a blue triangle at the top of my vision."

   I smiled. "That's part of the reason I don't put my hood up anymore. Even though my hood is white."

   "Almost everyone I know wears white," Arno said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ezio, Altaïr, Connor..." he trailed off.

   Ezio, Altaïr, and Connor? I stepped onto the platform next to the rails as a familiar black train slowed to a stop. Everyone that was waiting steered clear of it. Arno shook his head and smiled. "Those things still baffle me."

   "Trains?" I asked stepping onto the metal stairs that led inside. Arno hesitated before following.

   "Yes," Arno jumped on as the train started moving again. "I hadn't seen one until I came to London."

   I opened the door into the main car that we used. Jacob was lounging on the leather seat that was against one wall, across from our wall of Templar and Blighter targets. Evie was standing studying the wall intently. Her hood was down revealing her brown hair. She brushed a stray hair out of her eyes as she took some red ribbon and four pins and made an X over Rexford Kaylock. Archer was leaning casually against the wall across from the couches. His hood was still up and his eyes were still in shadow.

   "Archer why don't you take your hood down?" Jacob asked as Arno and I walked in. "Nobody but us and any Rooks currently on this train are going to see you."

   Archer glanced at us before turning back to Jacob. "Because," he said simply.

   "But why?" Jacob pressed. "Just take it off."

   Archer scowled. "No."

   "But-"

   "Jacob..." Arno warned. "I wouldn't press to hard." He moved to Archer and said something quietly. Archer nodded and slipped past me.

   "Where's he going?" Evie asked. She sounded worried.

   "To get some rest," Arno said. "Now, I have something I need to tell you all."