The naïve crowd bustled around him. He just stood where he was, and the crowd would move to either side to get around. He decided in order to remain hidden in plain sight, he should move.
He stalked over to the nearby bench and sat down, remaining motionless. His contact was clenched his gloved fists in frustration.
The guards were looking around, guarding against trouble. There were four. And he could take them all. He thought about it, for a second. It would release his frustration.
But then it would attract more guards, and he needed to meet the contact.
And he, Emilio Auditore, was a wanted man. Not that anyone knew him by that name anymore… They either called him Em, or if they didn't know him, the Hawk.
He closed his eyes again and concentrated for a second. When he reopened his eyes, he was seeing everything differently. The citizens all but dissapeared. His allies, they glowed blue. They guards, blood red. And his contact, gold.
He refocused his attention and his vision clouded and faded to normal with a flash of white light.
"You're late," he murmured as the armored contact trundled up. "You know I don't like it when you do that. I almost left."
The contact harrumphed, and Em motioned for him to sit. "Enough idle speak. Let's talk buisness."
The guards seemed to be taking a keen interest in the contact. Em locked that tidbit of information away for later use as the contact started talking.
The contact began. Em noted he had a french accent. "My name is Cessio. I heard about you from… A friend. I was hoping we could exchange favours, perhaps information as well. I know about some french activities in the east that are quite interesting, and I figured you might be interested…"
Em thought for a minute. Cessio… He had heard that name before. But where?
"What concern of mine are the french?" Em asked flatly. He would play along, but not easily. For he knew no one ever wasted his time.
The guards were really taking an interest now. One walked away, towards…
"Tabarnak! Caulisee de merde, j'etais decouvri!" Cessio cried. He got up hastily. "Hawk, I'll meet you outside the gates this time next week."
Em got up and stretched. "I'll keep them off your back."
Cessio turned tail and ran.
Em just stood there and smiled. The three guards ran towards him. With a flick of his wrist, three knives were in his hands. Another flick, and all three guards were dead. He smiled and pulled his sword from it's sheath. He looked at the tower, and saw twenty guards running at him. This'll be fun…