Prologue- Antonio's Memoirs
November 22nd, 1994
Today, Tabatha and I welcomed our new baby girl into the world. We named her Dakota Alexia Verdi; Dakota after the tribe her great grandmother hailed from, and in memory of her grandmother whom passed away two months ago. Alexia was to be her first name before her grandmother had passed, and so we compromised. The joke about the room was between Dakota's zodiac and nationality- an Italian Sagittarius, simply destined to be a wild child. I couldn't wait to see this little one grow and surprise us.
My Assassin's were following diligent orders; two always stood guard at door of the hospital room for the duration of Tabatha's stay. Another set of Assassin's stayed at our home and kept an eye about the neighborhood for the threat of Templars. The nurses at the hospital were confused about our strict standards; constantly reminded us of the hospital security on campus. We would smile and thank them, but kept in mind that we protected each other. The same precautions were set in place when Jason Carry and his wife Amanda had their first child a few months ago. The system worked out well, and Amanda felt safe at all times.
The surviving members of Tabatha's and my family came to see Dakota later in the day. Tonya, Tabatha's sister, had made an unexpected visit despite slowly losing her battle with breast cancer. But today, Tonya was energized with the excitement of the new baby in the family. My last surviving sibling, my brother Arnaldo, came in the afternoon for both good and bad reasons. As he had said to me upon greeting him in the hallway, "I am here to see my niece, since my time with her will be short." I think my face expressed shock, because Arnaldo pulled me aside to tell me the news. His mission was failing against the Templar's ever expanding Abstergo Industries. They would hunt him to the end of the Earth just to put a stop to his life now that they knew who he was and the sabotage he inflicted to their Order. Arnaldo would share the fate the rest of our family has been inflicted with since the times of Renascence in Italy.
I sighed at the news, "maybe, one day, Dakota will see the end of this war."
"Are you going to teach her our ways?"
I glanced to the floor, "when she's old enough. She should be able to choose her own path."
My bother clasped my shoulder, "let's hope it's the Eagle's path."
