"Freddy said that William Kernig would be here half an hour ago, now where the bloody hell is he?" An impatient Jacob grew agitated.

Sighing, Y/N turned to face him, "Maybe he's late, or taking a shit, or maybe- just maybe- we shouldn't be taking tips and tasks from a man who dresses like a hairy old lady and calls it a disguise!"

The pair of assassins were knelt on the edge of a rooftop, shoulders touching and shadows becoming one.

Laughing at her obvious attempt to distract him, Jacob shook his head, "Alright, alright. Maybe he won't- wait, look!"

From their vantage point, Jacob nodded towards the cobbled courtyards entrance; a hobbled man with a twisted moustache and a bald head sauntered in, 30 minutes late for his daily rounds.

"Well, I'll be damned. Remind me to get Freddy a Christmas present next year." Y/N smirked.

No reply came from her partner, as he cut across rooftops, preparing to draw the man away from the police presence- Abberline wanted this offbook.

Pulling her sapphire hood over her head, Y/N went the opposite direction, funnelling the man towards Jacob.
After a few moments of silent teamwork and communication, Y/N heard gunfire coming from behind her.

Twisting around in shock, she quickly spotted the responsible party, bloody Blighter twats.
Darting out of their line of fire, Y/N trusted Jacob to finish their original missions alone before turning her attention to the 5 red-clad men and women on the rooftop behind her.

Quickly using throwing knives to put down the 2 snipers in the group, Y/N decided to deal with the 3 remaining brutes face to face.
Rushing them from the high ground, Y/N jumped through the shadowy air. Twisting her legs around one man's thick neck, the momentum tossed his heavy form to the floor where she ended his life with a flick of her hidden blade.

Fast as lightning, Y/N dodged the knife attack coming from one man behind her, instead sliding on her knees, and stabbing his side. His throat was slit before he hit the ground.
The last man's face held dumbfounded fear for a split second before he threw 2 successive punches.
Blocking the sloppy attacks with her arms, Y/N twisted her wrists and grabbed his arms- effectively trapping him- before headbutting him fiercely.
The crack of skulls was heard, and then the rumbling thud of his body against the rooftop.

The fight was over in under 30 seconds.

Standing up from her easy-won victory, Y/N turned, remembering her original target for the day.
Sprinting across rooftops and jumping between the gaps, Y/N ran for the main road, the whipping wind around her causing the blood spatters on her face to become crimson streaks.
Not bothering to wipe it off, Y/N reached the road just in time to see the target- a man by the name of William Kernig- running into a carriage.
Growling with annoyance, Y/N's attention was caught by Jacob's muscled form hijacking an oncoming carriage and giving chase.

"How did you screw this one up, Frye?" Y/N scorned to herself, running parallel to the pair.
Her feet pattered across the rooftops, remarkably quiet considering how quickly she was running.
Constantly making tactical movements and shortcuts, Y/N's darting form managed to keep up with the wild horses drawing the carriages.

Realising she wouldn't be able to keep up this breakneck speed for much longer, Y/N made a bold decision- leaping from the roof, her fearless feet thudded against the carriage roof as she landed.

"Glad to see you've joined the party! Where the bloody hell were you?" A cheeky assassin remarked at her.

Crouched behind him, Y/N grinned at his attitude and gave him one word as way of an answer, "Blighters. Now, do I want to know how you managed this?"

The bearded man suddenly became childishly defensive, "It wasn't my fault!"

Dropping onto the seat beside him, she mocked him with a laugh, "Oh, no, it never is!"

Before he got the chance to reply, she had released her hidden blade and did something unexpected; slashing at the reins and chains tethering the horses to the carriage, Y/N leapt onto the beasts back.

"Your driving is terrible, you pillock!" Her gleeful voice carried over the air.

Leaping onto a nearby carriages roof, a rattled yet mirthful Jacob hopped between carriages in an attempt to catch up with the speeding horse.

Finally close enough, he jumped onto the back of the horse, wrapping one arm around Y/N's waist as she rode bareback.
"My driving is not that bad!" He argued as he got his gun out.

"Face it, Frye: you're a terrible driver, I'm a good rider, now shut up and hold on."
As she warned this, she leaned forwards and pushed the stallion even faster.
His warm and steady arm around her waist tightened, securing his body snugly behind hers.
Going at breakneck speeds, Jacob leaned forward slightly as well, realising what Y/N's idea was without having to ask- the mark of a good and experienced partnership.

Within 2 minutes they had caught up and were just on Kernig's tail.
Drawing his weapon, Jacob leaned back as Y/N kept the horse on target. Aiming quickly, he shot both wheels off the carriage causing it to collapse violently, splintering to pieces in the middle of the road.

Slowing off a bit, when Y/N caught up to the wreck, Jacob leaped off and knocked Kernig out: "You're lucky Freddy wants you alive."

Drawing the stallion to a stop, Y/N looked down at the mess they'd made.
Grinning valiantly down at Jacob, she teased him, "Bet you're glad we took the horse now?"

Sauntering lazily back up to the horse, Jacob placed a calloused yet steady hand on the inside of her leg, saying only "I do have to admit, it was fun riding behind you."

Scoffing at his return to the incessant flirting, Y/N shook out her ruffled hair before leaning her face down to his: "Jacob Frye..." her lips were so tantalisingly close to his, their warm breath mixing and his silence telling her she had got his attention, "...you are a pain in my arse," she whispered sensually, pulling away abruptly and bolting away quickly, still riding the chestnut horse.
She laughed at the abrupt and deliberate end to their usual flirtatious antics.

Calling after her flowing form, Jacob smiled as he yelled, "And what a fine arse it is!!"

A/N
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Lyra Xx
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