Short Day of Hers
Mumbling under her breath, the young assassin quickly put a new bolt in her crossbow. Just in time, she raised it and shot. The bolt whizzed and made its target. The Borgia guard fell back into death. The assassin stowed the crossbow onto her back and walked over to the dead guard. She bent down and rummaged through his pockets. She yanked her bolt back out and wiped it on her dark blue tunic. She also took some florins and a bracelet. With an indifference to her findings, she shoved them into her own pockets. A breeze blew by and almost took her hood off. Quickly, she pulled it closer around her face.
She looked around for any other Borgia on the rooftops, but there were none. Satisfied, the assassin jumped from the rooftop and onto the road. A few people gasped at the sudden sight of her. She ignored them and walked casually down the crowded streets of Roma. Eventually, she made it to the Tiber Island hideout of theirs. She opened the door and was happy to find the hideout empty. The others must've been on missions. She threw her hood back, her black hair revealed. Her light brown eyes shut as she massaged her lower back. The assassin collapsed onto a chair, and soon, she fell asleep.
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