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Overdose was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.

Description

Having learned that John Elliotson was behind the production of Soothing Syrup, Jacob set out to assassinate him.

Dialogue

Jacob met with Charles Darwin outside the Lambeth asylum were Elliotson worked.

• Darwin: Mister Frye! I trust that you had a productive meeting with Mister Owen?
• Jacob: Oh yes, we had a most wonderful chat. I've found that the man behind Starrick's Soothing Syrup is John Elliotson.
• Darwin: Doctor Elliotson? I haven't heard that name in a long while. He was a brilliant heart specialist, until he became obsessed with phrenology and mesmerism. It ruined his career. Well, how shall we proceed?
• Jacob: Oh, with all respect, Mister Darwin, I believe I should proceed alone. After all, we wouldn't want to attract any... "unwanted attention".
• Darwin: Sounds very wise. Good luck, my boy. Oh, and, Mister Frye, should you find yourself with any free time, please, do call on me.

Darwin left, whistling cheerfully. Jacob then infiltrated the asylum, where he witnessed Elliotson perform a painful procedure on a patient's brain on front of his students.

• Jacob: Hmm...

As Elliotson removed his instrument from the patient's head, the latter died.

• Elliotson: Well, as you've just witnessed, the application of too much pressure can sometimes result in... unexpected outcomes. Unfortunately, it appears I've... ruined the organ.

Elliotson contacted a doctor in the morgue below.

• Elliotson: Send up a cadaver.
• Doctor: At once, Doctor Elliotson.

Jacob then saw an asylum patient being put through a gruesome electroconvulsive therapy session, as well as a nurse speaking to an asylum guard.

• Guard 1: I don't care about your ethics! And I care even less about your damned patients. Now hand over your keys!

The guard took the keys from the nurse's hand.

• Nurse: What are you doing?!
• Guard 1: Haven't you heard? You're fired! Now bugger off.
• Jacob: How to do it?
• Nurse: Is there anybody out there?
  Let me out of here!
• Jacob: What's the matter?
• Nurse: Young man, help... I must speak with Miss Nightingale at once! One of the brutes stole my key, and there's no one around, I can't get out of here.
• Jacob: Stole your key? Don't go anywhere, I might be able to do something.
• Nurse: Oh, quite, thank you, sir. Well, you'll know where to find me, sir. Go on now, sir, I will wait here.
  Doctor Elliotson cannot be allowed to continue his experimentations!
  I must speak to Nurse Nightingale. She would know what to do.
  There's something peculiar about that Doctor Elliotson.

Jacob took the master key from the guard who had taken it from the nurse. He then unlocked the door leading out of the asylum, allowing the nurse to escape.

• Nurse: You have my gratitude, sir. I shall inform Miss Nightingale that I'll not be working for this asylum ever again!

Jacob found the patient being put through electroconvulsive therapy by two guards.

• Guard 3: Hold him down, will ya?
• Guard 4: What's wrong with him?
• Guard 3: Do I look like a doctor? He's barmy, is all.
• Guard 4: Ah, nothing a little syrup won't cure.
• Guard 3: Haven't you heard? Stocks are low, we can't administer Soothing Syrup without Doctor Elliotson's consent.
• Guard 4: Ah, bollocks.

Jacob killed the two guards, ending the therapy. He then infiltrated the morgue.

• Doctor: Of course not, Doctor Elliotson, it will only take a moment.
  Urgh, bloody rats! Get back, you filth!

The doctor saw Jacob.

• Doctor: I'm sorry, sir, but you aren't allowed in here. I'm afraid I must ask you to leave, sir.

Jacob hid the corpse that was to be delivered to Elliotson. He then took its place on the stretcher, hiding under the sheet as it was brought before Elliotson.

• Doctor: Here it is, Doctor.
• Elliotson: We will continue our experiment shortly. In a moment, we will compare the brains of our two specimens.

Surprising his target, Jacob rushed out from underneath the sheet and stabbed Elliotson in the head with his Hidden Blade.

• Elliotson: At last it ends... Yet I can only think of beginnings... A better tomorrow, forged with the blood of visionaries.
• Jacob: All I see is the blood of a lunatic.
• Elliotson: Do you truly believe murdering an old man will stop humanity's Great Architect? Crawford Starrick has a glorious design for mankind!
• Jacob: Designs are meant to be broken.
• Elliotson: You're a child... A child who believes he can solve all the world's woes with a flick of a blade... Have you ever pondered the consequences of your actions, Jacob Frye? Or did your father teach you nothing?

As Elliotson died, Jacob smeared a handkerchief with his blood, before escaping the asylum. Afterwards, Starrick met with his fellow Templars in his office.

• Twopenny: Elliotson expired and Soothing Syrup production has ceased? Outrageous!
• Cardigan: Frye intends to endanger all of London at the hands of the mob.
• Twopenny: Or perhaps he doesn't intend much of anything at all, but is simply content to dice with our lives.

A servant gave Starrick his tea.

• Starrick: Thank you.
• Cardigan: The asylum is shut up, medical care throughout the city is in disarray. He does not, cannot, understand the consequences of his actions. The man is clearly an anarchist!
• Starrick: Gentlemen. This tea was brought to me from India by a ship, then, up from the harbor to a factory, where it was packaged and ferried by carriage to my door, unpacked in the larder and brought upstairs to me. All by men and women who work for me. Who are indebted to me, Crawford Starrick, for their jobs, their time, the very lives they lead. They will work in my factories and so too shall their children. And you come to me with talk of this Jacob Frye? This insignificant blemish who calls himself Assassin? You disrespect the very city that works day and night so that we may drink this. This miracle. This tea.

Lucy Thorne entered.

• Thorne: I am nearing the end of my research. Our beloved London shall not suffer such a bothersome fool for much longer.
• Starrick: And what of this sister I've heard of? Miss Frye?
• Thorne: Miss Frye shall be gutted. Soon enough.

Thorne drank a cup of tea.

• Thorne: Delicious.

Outcome

Jacob assassinated John Elliotson, causing the Templars to take further note of his and Evie's actions in London.

Reference

• Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

Reference

• Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

Playing Politics was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.

Description

Having discovered a Templar plot to assassinate Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli, Jacob set out to discover the identity of the man behind, who was only known as "B".

Dialogue

Jacob infiltrated the Sinopean Club.

• Jacob: All right, "B", who are you and what's your game?

Jacob spied on Disraeli at the club.

• Jacob: Well, if it isn't my dear old chum, Mr. Disraeli. Now, Prime Minister, which of your friends is about to stab you in the back?
• Disraeli: The Corrupt Practices Bill is a vital step in reforming our government. If the majority party is allowed to dictate the results of contested elections, we can scarcely call ourselves free.
• Gladstone: If we yield up our rights bit by bit to the courts, we can scarcely call ourselves free, sir.
• Disraeli: This is so like you, Gladstone! You would rather throw your body upon the gears of progress than surrender one iota of power!
• Gladstone: By God, Disraeli, you are a fool! I'll not stand idly by and watch you drag Parliamentary privilege through the muck!
• Disraeli: No, certainly not! You'd rather return us to the yoke of tyranny? Perhaps while we're at it, Mister Gladstone, we could repeal Magna Carta and return the crown to the bloody Stuarts!
• Gladstone: How dare you, sir! Merely because I do not wish to see government placed in the hands of judges, you would make these slanderous accusations? I'll not stand for it!
• Disraeli: Then I shall obviate the requirement. Good evening, sir.

A spy tailed Disraeli as the latter left the club.

• Jacob: "B", I presume?

Jacob chased after the spy and tackled him.

• Jacob: Pleasure to meet you, "B".
• Herbert: "B"? My name's Herbert!
• Jacob: Then why are you following the Prime Minister?
• Herbert: It's just a job, sir. Some old bloke paid me to-

The spy was shot through the head, and Jacob saw a sniper atop a church.

• Jacob: Smug bastard.

Jacob chased after the sniper, dodging her shots along the way.

• Sniper: Yappy bastard!
  Mopsy bugger!

Jacob caught up with the sniper at the edge of a rooftop.

• Sniper: Shite!

Knocking her unconscious after a fight, Jacob held the sniper over the edge of the rooftop and woke her up.

• Sniper: Bloody hell! Where'd you come from?
• Jacob: Well, I was born in Crawley, but that's by the by. Who are you working for?
• Sniper: I-I never got his name. Old chap. Big moustache. Wore some kind of uniform. Hussars, maybe.
• Jacob: What's his game?
• Sniper: Please, he'll kill me.
• Jacob: And a three-storey drop will shatter your legs and send you to the workhouse, difference is, you can run from him.
• Sniper: Tomorrow! My lads are going to attack the Prime Minister's carriage on the way to Parliament.

Jacob unhanded the sniper, who ran off.

• Jacob: Perfect.

Outcome

Jacob learned that a group of hired thugs would attack Disraeli as he prepared to leave for Parliament the following morning.

Reference

• Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

The Bodyguard was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.

Description

Jacob set out to rescue Prime Minister Disraeli and learn from him the identity of "B".

Dialogue

Atop a tower, Jacob observed Benjamin Disraeli and his wife, Mary Anne, leave their house at 10 Downing Street and enter their carriage.

• Jacob: So much for the house call. I'll have to find a way into that carriage.

Jacob snuck into the carriage.

• Benjamin: What's the meaning of this? Who the devil are you?
• Jacob: Prime Minister, I'm your new bodyguard. Jacob Frye-
• Benjamin: I wasn't informed of any new bodyguard. Who is your commanding officer?
• Mary Anne: Let the boy speak, Dizzy.
• Jacob: Madam. Apologies, but we've learned of a threat on your life, and the Met thought it best to move quickly.
• Benjamin: Threat? What sort of threat?

Gunshots were heard outside the carriage.

• Jacob: That sort. And if you'll excuse me a moment.

Jacob left the carriage and killed the Disraelis' assailants. Afterwards, the Prime Minister opened the carriage door.

• Benjamin: See here, what's all this-

Two thugs stood outside.

• Thug: Not so fast, Your Excellency.

One of the thugs took the carriage and drove away the Disraelis' while Jacob finished off the remaining assailants.

• Jacob: Oi! Get back here with that... Prime Minister!

Jacob chased after the Disraelis' carriage and hijacked it from the thugs.

• Jacob: Everyone all right?
• Mary Anne: We seem to have come through unscathed. You have our thanks, Mister Frye.
• Benjamin: It was Gladstone, I bet my life on it. This is perfectly in keeping with his lack of character. Show yourself, Gladstone! Show yourself, you feckless muck-snipe!
• Mary Anne: Well, he's hardly going to be in the van with a cudgel, Dizzy.

Jacob brought the carriage to safety at Downing Street.

• Disraeli: Damn Gladstone! That bloody man! He will pay for this!

Jacob helped Mary Anne out of the carriage.

• Mary Anne: Thank you. What do you intend to do about Gladstone, young man?
• Jacob: I assure you, madam, Gladstone is innocent in this.
• Mary Anne: But he tried to kill my husband.
• Jacob: Well, we'll look into Gladstone. Perhaps you can help me in another inquiry, madam. A gentleman with ties to parliament. Older, wears cavalry uniforms and has a large moustache?
• Mary Anne: You seem like a rough and ready sort of fellow, Mister Frye.
• Jacob: Well... yes, I am, actually.
• Mary Anne: And are you familiar with the poorer districts of our city?
• Jacob: Roughly.
• Mary Anne: Wonderful! As it happens, I've been eager to tour the Devil's Acre. If you were to escort me, I'd be happy to assist you in your inquiry.
• Jacob: That strikes me as a dangerous idea.
• Mary Anne: Then it's settled. Come back here to Downing Street tomorrow night, eight o'clock sharp. Good day, Mister Frye.
• Jacob: But, I-
• Mary Anne: Good day, Mister Frye.

Outcome

After saving Disraeli and his wife, Jacob was forced to agree to escort the latter through the Devil's Acre in order to learn the identity of "B".

Reference

• Assassin's Creed: Syndicate

Driving Mrs. Disraeli was a virtual representation of one of Jacob Frye's genetic memories, relived through the Helix Navigator.