The house was not in good shape after its rough search from Templar agents. Every loose bit of furniture or decoration had been overturned and smashed. The floor was covered in splinters of wood and china, and all of the doors had been ripped from their hinges.
Despite this, the Templars had not managed to find Benís secret chamber. He had told Robert how to get inside it only a few days before, this had been their last conversation before Ben had taken the family and fled London. It pained Robert greatly, but he knew that it was his choice that he was not with them.
Picking his way through the various bits of debris Robert made his way down into the cellar. Careful not to step in any of the puddles of wine he walked to the very back of the room and pulled back one of the semi destroyed cupboards and pushed one of the tiles inwards. There was a grinding noise of stone rubbing on stone and half of the cellar wall slid down into the floor. Behind it was an incredibly dusty and moldy looking room. There was a desk covered in old papers, a cabinet, a rack of swords and a chest.
Frowning, Robert strode over to the desk and picked up one of the sheets of parchment. It crumbled slightly as he lifted it off of the other papers. Over time the ink had faded and smudged, but Robert thought he could just make out what looked like a list of names, some of them had been ticked or crossed out, but by no means could he tell what they said. Shaking his head he looked over at the chest, they must be in there . Sure enough, as he lifted the heavy oak lid back a perfectly preserved set of robes and a hidden blade were revealed, completely untouched by moths or mold. Lifting them from the chest Robert gave them a quick dusting before pulling them on. This took a while as he had never worn them before and there were many layers and folds in the material. They were very comfortable and looked fabulous; admiring himself in a dusty mirror off the desk he fastened the Hidden blade onto his left arm. It squeaked loudly as he pulled the catch and it reluctantly slid forth from its sheath. It would need some oiling and repair but other than that he was ready. As he passed it he pulled one of the swords from the rack.
Five minutes later and he was striding forth through the front door of the house. Awaiting him was Scarlet, looking wonderful as usual. Grinning from ear to ear he strode up to her with a very noticeable swagger.
ďIíd never of thought my father had such styleĒ