My name is Lucania Moonshine. This is my brotherhood.
Rome 1612
I surveyed the scene below me. A crowd of red-cloaked people were assembled in front of the temple. They were all watching an ornate and richly-jewelled carriage. Inside, the pope was smiling and waving to them. He was of no concern. Opposite him sat a man and woman in their early twenties. The man was Xavi Fredrico; the woman was his sister, Rosalind. She was my target.
Now was the time to act. I dropped stealthily to the ground and began walking straight through the crowd. Thankfully, I wasn't alone in this mission. Four of my brothers had my back, and I had theirs. A pair of guards made to stop me, but my throwing knives silenced them. Two more fell before me.
By now I was standing only ten yards from the carriage. Yet more guards ran out to encircle me. I put up no resistance. They now thought they had me under control. What they didn't know was that my brothers could be by my side at a moment's notice.
Xavi stepped out from his shelter, a cocky grin plastered across his face. "What is your aim here?" He called out. "All you have done is walk straight into our grasp! You have evaded us for three years, but today you have handed yourself over!"
I didn't reply. A feather from an eagle circling above fell and landed on my outstretched palm. How beautiful. How free. Xavi made a mocking 'shoot me' pose, but I just continued examining the feather. It was brown and black striped, and felt soft as silk. Rosalina climbed out of the carriage. She looked as cocky as her brother, and about ten times as pretty. Her long black hair flowed freely down her back, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom beyond her years.
I decided this had gone on long enough. I gave a short nod to the eagle, still circling. A split-second later, the men surrounding me fell, one by one, struck by an invisible hand. It was at that moment that Rosalind ran. Her brother called out to her, but she was long gone. The expensive dress she was wearing was discarded like a ragdoll on the floor.
I knew these streets inside out. It didn't take long before I had caught up to the princess. Once she saw me however, things became a little more difficult. She had been wearing a black catsuit underneath her dress, and the way she moved was – well – catlike. Springing from one roof to the next without difficulty, it seemed she was more formidable than I first thought.
My brothers chose that moment to drop in. Literally. They landed straight in front of Rosalind, blocking her escape. Her response was to lash out with her left leg, straight into the stomach of Sebastian. He tumbled down the roof tiles onto the hard stone below. It wasn't far. He'd live.
Turning my thoughts back to the situation at hand, I ducked as the princess aimed another kick at my head. She made to punch my face, so I grabbed her fist and turned it away. A sleeping dart thudded into her back a second later. Her movements became increasingly sluggish until eventually she collapsed, unconscious. Pedro dropped down for Sebastian, Abdul slung Rosalind over his shoulder, and together, we made our way back to headquarters.