“Hope. Hope Jensen.” She spat blood onto the deck. “Achilles sent me to find the precursor box. Said you’d lead us to it.”
“What is this?” she asked.
Hope’s lip trembled—not from cold, but from the crack in her conviction. “He said the ends justify the means.” Assassin--39-s Creed Rogue
Shay pressed it into Hope’s good hand. “Hope
“Captain,” a crewman shouted over the wind. “We’ve spotted wreckage. A ship, flying the Assassin insignia.” flying the Assassin insignia.”