The assassin attacks suddenly in the night, dropping down on Haytham so swiftly and silently, that, by all rights, he should be dead before he noticed. He isn't. Instead, he is profoundly uncomfortable, lying on his back, on the ground, pressed into it by a roughly 200-pound hooded man who is holding the front of Haytham's jacket with one hand and what seems to be a tomahawk with the other.
"I am looking for Charles Lee", Growls out his assailant. "Where is he?"
And Haytham responds before he thinks about it.
"Hello, Looking For Charles Lee. I am Haytham Kenway."