The rain gently drifted down in Roma as a lone pigeon flew up into the air, carrying a small tube on its leg. The Assassins needed to send letters, even in the winter rains. Venezia had an emergency, and soon, with the arrival of Ezio's letter, Assassins would be sent from a local hideout in Bologna. The once young man did not heat himself as he used to, and now in the rain Ezio had to wear another layer to keep dry and warm. Granted, that layer was very thin and didn't hinder his movement, but it did its job and Ezio could move about without being hindered by being cold. As he watched fly into the distance until it was out of sight, Ezio looked down on his city and smiled. Everything was much safer, everything was calm, almost perfect. The people were happy, at least at the Tiber Hideout. Of course, other places weren't as lucky. Stragglers in the Borgia army would come into the city, starting fights and such. There was never really a peaceful moment in the city.
Feeling that he was done, Ezio turned and examined the top door of the Tiber Hideout. Walking up to it, he turned his head, listening closely. The man shook his head, then stepped to the side and opened the door from a safe distance. Three young recruits all lunged forward, all of them falling flat on their faces. Ezio simply walked over and placed a foot on the oldest recruit's back. "My friends, you will have to be much quieter in the future if you plan to surprise me. That makes this thirty seven wins for me, and none for you three."
The youngest, a fourteen year old boy, sprang up and made a scrunched up face. "We would have gotten you if you had been in front of the door!" The two others, a seventeen year old male and a sixteen year old female, just laughed and helped each other get up.
The oldest nodded his head and apologized. "We will be on our way, Master. Buona sera." They headed down ahead of Ezio, who just laughed and followed them. The hideout was a bit fuller than usual, with the rate of things to do down and the rate of recruits up. Ezio didn't have work to do, since he had assigned teachers to help the recruits, and he had given himself a well deserved rest after a long mission in France. With the hideout so full; though, Ezio decided to take a nice stroll in the rain. He made sure to put on his Onyx uniform, so he wouldn't stand out too much, then headed outside to the streets of Roma.
Feeling that he was done, Ezio turned and examined the top door of the Tiber Hideout. Walking up to it, he turned his head, listening closely. The man shook his head, then stepped to the side and opened the door from a safe distance. Three young recruits all lunged forward, all of them falling flat on their faces. Ezio simply walked over and placed a foot on the oldest recruit's back. "My friends, you will have to be much quieter in the future if you plan to surprise me. That makes this thirty seven wins for me, and none for you three."
The youngest, a fourteen year old boy, sprang up and made a scrunched up face. "We would have gotten you if you had been in front of the door!" The two others, a seventeen year old male and a sixteen year old female, just laughed and helped each other get up.
The oldest nodded his head and apologized. "We will be on our way, Master. Buona sera." They headed down ahead of Ezio, who just laughed and followed them. The hideout was a bit fuller than usual, with the rate of things to do down and the rate of recruits up. Ezio didn't have work to do, since he had assigned teachers to help the recruits, and he had given himself a well deserved rest after a long mission in France. With the hideout so full; though, Ezio decided to take a nice stroll in the rain. He made sure to put on his Onyx uniform, so he wouldn't stand out too much, then headed outside to the streets of Roma.