Evie Frye's notebook

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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".

(Added Later:)

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.)

Every time I look at what few papers I have managed to salvage from the collection Miss Thorne acquired I am angry at Jacob. If it weren't for his interference, I would now be sorting through a wealth of information, the likes of which I had never seen before. At least I have the notebook, and several papers that I found tucked inside. I also take comfort in the fact that Miss Thorne does not have it. Though I was so certain that she would be receiving the Piece of Eden itself! Let this be a lesson to me not to rush to conclusions. Mr. Green has moved some of his books from his curio shop to the train so that we have the resources as we analyze the notebook's contents. It is nice to have the company as I work.

Pearl Attaway is dead, and with her, the omnibus company she founded and ran. Jacob was terse when he told me the news. He left directly, not answering any of my questions. Accordingly, I took myself to the borough to see if there was more at work. It seems that, in his haste, Jacob incapacitated both of London's principal omnibus companies, not just Attaway's. This created something of a vacuum in the transit world. I happened upon several of the Blighters menacing the life and family of one of Edward Hodson Bayley. It seems Bayley is looking to start his own omnibus company and aims to set standards for the quality of service. I drove off the Blighters and helped Bayley secure the permissions he needed to set up his company. Hopefully the Omnibuses will be up and running very soon; the current situation is causing headaches for anyone trying to navigate London's streets. I really must speak to Jacob about thinking through the repercussions of his actions. He is creating almost as many problems as he solves.

There are so many things to relate, I hardly know where to start. It has been equal parts triumph and failure! It seems that the Piece of Eden that Miss Thorne is seeking is a Shroud of Eden, which the Assassins recovered at some point before they left London. Where that Shroud is, or why Miss Thorne seeks it, are still a mystery. I found a series of directions that pointed to a hidden vault within the Kenway house. It was once owned by Edward Kenway, a Master Assassin, and then passed to his son Haytham, a Templar Grand Master (one can only imagine the family dinners). After the Kenways' time, the mansion passed out of our history. Or so we thought. I travelled there, accompanied by Mr. Green, only to find that the house is still being occupied by Templars. Indeed, it seems Miss Thorne has made it her principal place of business, for we saw her enter as we arrived. I was determined to enter in any case, avoiding a direct confrontation if at all possible. We found Edward Kenway's hidden vault - a secret that has managed to remain hidden for more than a century. Rather unfortunately, Edward Kenway's method of "concealing" a vault involved a player piano that alerted the guards to our presence. Mr. green and I had the barest amount of time to look around and see the treasures hidden within before we had to flee. I came away with a single piece of paper and a metal disk. That sounds like very little, I know. However, the paper itself tells us the story of the London Assassins before they were wiped out. Several bolt holes are mentioned, any one of which might contain valuable information about our history. And the disk promises to unlock a key - a Precursor object, hidden somewhere in London. (How strange, the phrase "to unlock a key". I wonder if it is an attempt at a joke on Kenway's part. Given the player piano, I have a low opinion of his sense of humour.) We shall have to return to the Kenway mansion at a later time, to deal with the Templars in a more final manner, and reclaim the rest of the artifacts inside. In the meantime, the information I* recovered points to the disk being a piece of the Monument, so I am headed there to discover what secrets it might hold. Jacob has arrived and seems determined to accompany me, though I have not invited him.

• N.B (I wrote that before I though. I should say 'we', for Mr. Green was there as well, and we are often together.)

Reference

• Assassin's Creed: Syndicate