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Evie's notebook was a journal kept by the British Master Assassin Evie Frye during the mid-19th century. It chronicled her and her brother's activities in London as they attempted to wrest power from the Templars and locate the Shroud of Eden.
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I arrived at Sir David's laboratory too late to recover the Piece of Eden. I did not get a good look at it, but he had it hooked up to some sort of machine, which exploded under duress.
For his part, Jacob believes I found some ancient pottery that cracked when exposed to an electrical charge. Ancient pottery! Unfortunately for me, the subsequent explosion of the laboratory means that I cannot disprove the hypothesis.
If we had timed our mission even a few hours sooner, I would be holding the proof in my hands even now! But I know what I saw.
I also had the opportunity to observe the famed Miss Lucy Thorne. She was more interested in speedy results than the actual object they'd found. I suppose it is to be expected of a Templar that she would focus more on gaining power than gaining information. Still, she does not seem to be a woman to be trifled with. I'll need to proceed carefully.
If what Sir David told me as he died is true, Miss Thorne is either in possesion of another Piece of Eden or knows where one is. Jacob and I have come to London to find it.
It would be more truthful to say that _I_ have come to London with that aim in mind. I am supported by Mr. Henry Green, an Assassin from our Brothers in India.
Jacob is more interested in a scheme to use London's gangs to take back the city from Templar control.
I told him it was a plot worthy of Ezio Auditore himself. He looked at me blankly and said "Who?"
At least this will keep him occupied while I attempt to locate Miss Thorne's Piece of Eden. Jacob has a tendency to act rashly when he gets impatient.
He is calling them "the Rooks".
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It has taken the bribing of several of Mr. Green's London contacts, not to mention intercepting messages meant for Templar agents, but we have determined that Miss Thorne does not yet have the Piece of Eden.
That much is good news.
However, she is expecting a delivery to the London docks, which she will collect personally. Whatever it is, I must get to it before she does.
Dr. Elliotson is dead, and with it goes the production of Starrick's Soothing Syrup, the patent medicine of choice in London. Jacob is justifiably proud of the end of one of Crawford Starrick's principal revenue streams, not to mention the death of one of his chief supporters.
Unfortunately for us, that was not the end of the story.
I visited Lambeth to find that things had not settled as we had hoped they would. Instead, in the absence of the Syrup, people were turning to other tonics - some little more than tinted water, others with less savory ingredients. Meanwhile, medicine - real medicine - was being stolen and sold to the highest bidder.
Clara O'Dea and several of her children fell ill and might not have pulled through, but for my intervention and the care of Miss Florence Nightingale.
Bringing a cure to Clara and a cure to the borough at large are two very different things, so further action is required. Mr. Green assisted me in rooting out the thieves hoarding medical supplies. (Jacob was nowhere to be found) I have reported some of the culprits to Mr. Abberline for the police to deal with; the rest we have seen to ourselves.
I have also put some of the Assassins' money toward Miss Nightingale's efforts to create better sanitation regulations, which she assures me will help stall the spread of disease "better than any tonic, however effective".
(I have no small delight in being able to count the famed Lady of the Lamp as an acquaintance, although our first meeting was under unpleasant circumstances.)
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