~Prologue~
"Farli! (Get them!)" One lavishly dressed guard shouted as he tried to follow a hooded figure (that was running from rooftop to rooftop) from the ground. The command soon reached others that were up ahead. Some taking muskets to try and stop the figure, though failing miserably in the moonless night. The figure smirked, as they looked down upon the guards shadows.
"Buona fortuna la prossima volta i ragazzi! (Good luck next time boys!)" they laughed in a rough, feminine voice. Amber eyes peered out from under the black and red ornate hood, a larger smirk crossed her lips when she finally loses them. She soon spots a haystack, she stops and turns towards the edge of the building and performs a leap of faith. Waiting five minutes, she hopped out then dashed for a pub a few blocks away.
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"Lui è morto, ora qual è la mia prossima missione? (He is dead, next what is my next mission?)" She asked pulling down her hood to reveal pale face, red painted lips, and thick, blood red hair twisted into a braided bun.
The man she spoke to laughed, "Hai intenzione di America, Diavolo! (You're going to america, Diavolo!)" Diavolo looked her mentor with a thin, red eyebrow raised and a pale, stoic face.
"Va bene, Leonardo, il mio contatto? (Okay, Leonardo, my contact?)"
"Achille Davenport, ultimo mentore noto degli assassini americani. (Achilles Davenport, last known mentor of the American assassins.)" Leonardo replied, "Ma non lasciatevi ingannare il suo aspetto, è un dolore nel culo… (But don't let his looks fool you, he's a pain in the ass…)"
Diavolo let a small chuckle, "Grazie per l'avvertimento, Leo. (Thanks for the warning, Leo.)" The redhead got up, and looked down at her hooded mentor, feeling his welcoming brown eyes staring at her from beneath the beaked hood, "Non ti preoccupare, starò bene. (Don't worry, I'll be fine.)" a small smile graced her lips before she went to purchase a ticket for the colonies.