It took me days to think about my decision. Had I done what my love has wanted me to do? What had he meant when he said "I wasn't just any woman"? He was the one to make me happy. I care not of his riches and social status.

My first target was a man by the name "La Volpe". According to maestro, he has been snooping around our the city, eavesdropping on Templar's conversations. The man was last scene in Florence; running a group of thieves. Rumors surfaced that he was seen with an assassin – probably Marco's killer.

Marco..

I rubbed my eyes of the tears that were to come, my hands subconsciously grabbed hold of the cross around my neck.

"May the lord help me avenge my lover's death." I prayed, the sound of the horse trotting against stones and dirt grew loudly and started to slowdown after.

Looking through the curtains, I saw the entrance gate of Firenze. The city was beautiful. Many sculptures and beautifully designed buildings. The fresh smell of pasta being made and newly poured wine filled the air. The clothing women had worn looked delicate and very flaunty. There was lots of colors and creativity; but it was not like Vienze.

So much love, talent, and beauty - It made me feel dull and filled with nothingness.

I had much more important things to do, than watch the view of the extravagant city of Florence.

Ahead stood a man of me stood a man with black hair tied behind his ear, he wore a black coat with crimson lining. Much like maestro but there was no cross. I couldn't tell if he was a Templar or not.

The organization will know much about you, maddona.

That was what maestro had said to me.

I couldn't see the man's eyes, but I can tell he was facing me. The way he walked ; it looked like Marco's walk. The way he would pace himself patiently.

"Salve Madonna Anjelica," The man placed his fist towards his chest and bowed. Light brown eyes were looking at me, it felt so friendly and kind.

"I am Ceasre Santiago. I have been sent to aid you by maestro." His voice was dropped to a whisper. He had lowered his mask while talking. His face was well toned and angular. Lips curved into a friendly, harmless, and sincere smile .

My lord…he's gorgeous!.

We continued to walk side by side.

"I am surprised; the new member is a woman. A beauty at that." He smirked while plucking a luscious red apple from a nearby stand and placing it into my hands.
"Have you worked with Marco before?" I asked.
"Yes,I ran a few errands with him before in vienze. He was a good friend of mine, a perdente in heart, but I never knew he had enough courage to keep a woman of your value away from my ears." He said.

I looked away quickly,just to avoid eye-contact.

"Had he brought up someone else?" I asked.
"Si, a woman..bella? Brosa?...-"
"Rosa?" I corrected him.
The man nodded and looked down at me. He wasn't smiling anymore.
" Did I do something wrong?" He asked.
I shook my head.

" La Volpe likes to travel in dawn. You will need a way to blend in a kill ' the fox'. " Ceasre tossed a brown bag at the tailor and nodded his head towards me.

"Nero y rojo." Was as much of the conversation I could hear from the men. The rest were in whispers.

Then, there was a loud scream. My attention was bewildered at first towards the frenzy within the crowd. There was a scatter,but after that- part of me wanted to scream out and run away, I couldn't help but think that I was a fool for choosing this job- then the part of me that stood there, staring at the what happened.

There was blood.

Lots of dead bodies being slashed clean and stabbed. The movement was too fast for me to make what it was. I could see the flashes of metal; and crimson drops spreading around. Then ,there was white.

White.

I froze at the sight of the man. He must've not seen me. I saw Ceasre in front of me, blocking my view. He tilted my chin to face him.

"La volpe was seen up top. Don't hesitate to kill him." He said.

Ceasre looked around, before blending in with the crowd.

Where was he going?

Shaking my thoughts of concern, I quickly l raced towards a nearby ladder and ascending the roof. Due to my training with Marco, my feet were use to the clay tiles that were used.

Carefully, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
Thinking…
Listening…

I can hear feet rushing towards me. A lengthy space, before the sound came.

"Il bella, it is not wise to come up here alone." A voice said from behind. I looked over my shoulder and saw a man in a green hood, his leggings yellow. His eyes,nose, and mouth were hidden by the hoods. I felt a cunning and discreet, a mysterious vibe made me think of a fox.

"La Volpe?" I asked.
"Who would like to know?" He asked, growing closer to me.

I held my hands up in surrender.

" I have questions I would like to ask. Just come peacefully." I said.

The man tilted his head, treading as close to me as he could.

" I don't give answers to strangers." He said, before I could say anything – I felt someone shove into me from behind. La Volpe chuckled, handling a brown sack from the man's hands.

"My coins!" I said, before glaring at the brown leather sack in the hooded man's hands.

I was angered. Enraged. How could I be so blind?

I quickly rushed after La volpe, a klnife that once was hoisted in my waist was now in my hands.

The man was extremely swift. I had to use the clothing lines as speedways in order to catch up. There was a lot of jumping and running , I felt my heart on the verge of collapsing.

As I ran across the roofing next to him; It took me a quick leap in order for me to catch up with him. I straddled on top of him, pinning his hips down. Making sure he doesn't move.

I felt the thief drive his fist across my face; the blow forced my head back. Recoiling backl, I drove my armed fist to the man's skull; switching from my hand to my forearm and connecting it again to his jaw. The man was stronger than me, he drove his fist into my jaw line and the blow forced me onto the ground.

My head began to roar in pain.

I looked up to see La Volpe standing over me, his fist connecting with the back of my head. I fell forward. The leather hilt of my dagger still made me feel as if I wasn't dead. My knuckles began to turn white at the tightness of my grip.

As he wrapped his fingers around my hair – that was my chance – I drove my knife into the chest of La Volpe.

He laid there cold, his cunning eyes cold and fading. He coughed blood and spat.

"Where is the man in white?" I asked.
" I cannot say." He responded.
"Cannot?or will not?"
"Both..all I know is that the cause you fight for is completely different from the one we fight for."
I crouched down, looking into his eyes. I can see honor and determination. He was dying a worthy and honoring death. How can someone be so honoring when they are thieves?

"Is there more to it than being a Templar?" I asked.
"More to it than avenging loved one and fighting for order. you think this is what it's all about for you. Soon, you'll gain more from working with them, marry someone from their same organization. You'll think you will have freedom, and control; yet you only bow and praise their ideas. "

La volpe coughed and turned his head to the side. His body growing limp and his eyes were left open. He was dead. Fighting for a cause he believed in.

"Requiescat en pace, La Volpe de Firenze."

As I turned around, I saw Ceasre standing on the grounds. He looked like an archangel, his hooded face looked exhausted and his body sensed of drained.

"you look like you could use some rest." I called out, before jumping from the ledge. He shook it off and made his way towards me.

"I'm well..what about-"
"He's dead..he gave me no answer."

Ceasre sighed and gave a slight nod. I took an apple from a nearby fruit stand and gave it to him.
"Gracias."
"we have to get you out of here. I know a place." I said before grabbing his arm and leaving.