This is a fanfiction and everything belongs to their respective owners.

AN: This is my first FF that isn't a crossover so I'm pretty exited.

And last but not least this is done during brotherhood when Ezio is first tasked with starting the brotherhood; this fanfic will be following the guards who aren't bad their just doing their job.

A Bad Encounter

An assassin stalks Rome's streets and is brash enough to even kill officials in broad daylight

Calvino Biagino or Vino as his friends like to call him was patrolling across the rooftops one fine day. He was a small guy but athletic enough to get across rooftops to capture thieves. He had his crossbow shouldered behind his back so he could walk/run better. Patrolling the bottom left of the central district was a treat since the sea breeze was always nice. He waved to another guard that was patrolling the far side of a courtyard. He waved back.

He was taking in a breath of fresh air when the guard that was patrolling with him on the same building came up and started leaning on a chimney.

'Eh Vino you doing anything tonight?' Vino thought for a second.

'Not that I know of why do you ask?' The other man smiled.

'Me and some of the boys are going to that bar across the road from Gardiona's Inn so I was wondering if you wanted to come?' He thought some more. The boys were fun to hang out with but that bloodthirsty assassin was out and about these days.

'Ehhhhh, I'll come but my pay doesn't come in until next week I'll pay whoever gives me some free drinks then.' The other guard clapped his hands together and laughed.

'That's my boy Vino your going to love it! The chicken it's just mmm.' He kisses his fingers in a French way and blows while taking them away.

'Sounds goo… hey what the…' Vino spotted someone climbing up on the roof. He was wearing a white costume and had various bits of leather and metal hanging off him and a sword. The guard he was just talking to turned to the strange man.

'Get off the roof senior only guards and allotted people aloud.' The man started walking towards them. Vino shrugged of his crossbow and brought it up to waist height. The guard started getting pissed.

'Did you hear me you stupid puta get the fuck of the roof.' The guy continued his slow walk. The guard walked up and went to shove him when the man hugged him. Vino stood looking confused.

'What the hell are you doing Marco?' It became apparent what happened when Marco was dropped to the floor and the guy started sprinting at Vino. Vino raised his crossbow but only got off a shot that went flying over the mans shoulder. Vino tried pulling his sword out when he was punched in the face. The man grabbed the back of his hair and bent him over and punched him in the stomach. Vino was winded and started coughing he got another punch in the face and felt himself being pushed to the side. He went flying off the edge and thought he was going to die. He lucked out and landed on a passing hay carriage. He was tempted to stay there for a bit but saw the guy that threw him over the edge looking over it to see if he died. Vino sprung up and yelled.

'Assassin!'

Abramo Constanzo was walking down his normal patrol rout enjoying the time he had. He had 2 pike carrying men and 4 swordsmen while Abramo himself was sporting a fine steel mace to go with his heavy armour. The citizens needed security since that assassin asshole was running around killing men left and right. His second in command Bernardo Elario a swordsman was walking next to him. Elario gave a backhand tap against Abramo's metal armour to get his attention. Abramo looked down at the smaller man and saw he was pointing. He looked in that direction to see 4 guys harassing some woman. Abramo sighed and face palmed.

'Dios mio those puta's that keep doing that shit give the rest of us a bad name.' Elario said.

'I know I know but orders are not to fight in public between ourselves to keep the public thinking we're cohesive. Elario face palmed this time and sighed.

'I know but this is a bit much.'

'Blame the Borgia they set the rules we just enforce it.' They were going to keep walking when Abramo heard something. He stuck up his hand to signal stop and like good troops they stopped.

'What is it boss?' Abramo tried to hear better.

'I hear yelling.' Elario joined in on trying to concentrate. Something eventually did become more clear. Elario and Abramo looked at each other.

'Sounds like' Abramo said.

'Assassin.' Elario said. They both turned to the street where the shouting was coming from. Soon enough a very battered looking guard came running around the corner.

'Assassin, assassin! Up their!' Everyone looked up to a building just in time to see a figure jump off and impale two of the guys who were harassing the woman.

'Men to arms!' Abramo shouted. They all started running over but the assassin was already making good time cleaning up the other two. He deflected a jab and shoved a spike attached to his wrist into him. When the other guy went for an overarm swing while the assassin had his hand busy. But with lighting fast movements the hand with the pike came out, deflected the strike, lunged and stabbed the other guy in the neck.

Abramo went in for an overarm swing; the assassin swung round his sword and caught it and making a cross of their weapons. Abramo tried to push down more.

'You are strong senior.' The assassin said.

'And you're dead.' Abramo replied. The assassin looked to his right and probably saw Abramo's guards surround him.

'IIIIII don't think so.' Abramo felt a powerful kick to his nether-regions which made him loose his power and instinctively go to protect his future offspring. The assassin ripped the mace out of his hands and shoved him over while pirouetting over his falling body. Abramo landed hard. He spun around just in time to see his prized mace come swinging to his face.

That night in a seedy guards bar 3 men sat around a table drinking to their sorrows. One a large man by the name of Abramo Constanzo, he had a dislocated jaw, bruising and fractured cheekbone. He was also yelled at by his captain.

Another goes by the name of Bernardo Elario and he was missing an ear and some fractured ribs from a mace to the stomach.

And last but not least Calvino Biagino who had multiple bruises to his face, stomach and back. They all raised their glasses and stayed silent for a minute to honour their fallen friends.

'Any final words gentlemen?' Abramo asked after the moment.

'Just one.' Elario said.

'What's that?' Calvino asked.

'Fucking assassins.'

'Amen' They all said at the same time.