Claudia looked at the stucture of the room she, a thief, a mercenary, and a recruit had followed Ezio into.

"Why did he run?" The recruit asked curiously.

The mercenary shrugged. "The better question is where the hell did he go?"

Claudia was already looking, ignoring their conversation. When she found herself looking down a hole in the floor and a pool of water. A ribbon of red cut through the clear liquid, Ezio must have been there, they could follow his trail of blood. Though the thought seemed the most evil and unnerving, she had no other choice. "He came down here."

The three men joined her, looking down to the pool below. "So who goes in first?" The thief asked.

"Not it!" The recruit claimed.

"Not it!" The thief followed.

"Not it!" The mercenary mimicked. As he said it, all three looked to Claudia, who pinched the bridge of her nose in unamusement.

"What are you three? Bambidios?" She growled. "We all jump at the same time."

Reluctantly, they nodded.

"Right, take hands." On her command, they all held hands. "One. Two. Three. Jump!" On the word, all four lept up and down the hole, splashing into the water.

Ezio held his breath as he looked over his shoulder through the gate that now separated him from the pool, it was lucky him that the memory that came was of him going through this. He had to of been here before. And now those people had just loudly slashed into the pool. Though he wasn't one to talk, consitering he had flopped onto the gorund and started puking up water. He hadn't been the most silent.

He turned and walked through the door and into a roof split in half with fire! Someone had to be laughing at him. Just why fire? He now was wishing he could find the pyromaniac who designed this room and tell him how insane he must be. Unless this was a tomb, which he hoped to god it wasn't, there was no need for these obseen obsticles.

"Ezio! No wait!" Claudia sighed heavily when she watched him walk out. The thief and mercenary were on the ground panting and trying to get air in their lungs, as they both had tried to drown each other to get out of the pool. "How the hell did he get through here?"

The recruit put a hand on his chin as he pondered, "We could always climb over the gate."

"No handholds." The thief panted from where he was laying. "We'd just slide back down."

"What about that post up there?"

"How would we grab it?" The mercenary asked.

"I could throw her up and she can grab it." The recruit mentioned, and Claudia elbowed him.

"You won't touch me as long as I can help it."

"We could pick the lock."

Everyone turned around to face the thief, who still laid sprawled on his back. He looked at their expression and chuckled.

"I have a peice of broken metal, all I need is a hair pin."

Claudia grunted her discontent when everyone looked her way, why must she be the only girl here? She pilled a hair pin out, letting one side of her bangs out and hang aggrivatingly close to the corner of her eye. "Here. I want it back when you're done."

The thief took it smiling and ran over to pick the lock. Everyone watched him, antisipating when he would tell them he was done.

After that, they had to chase Ezio, who was already on the other side, through a room of fire, then into another few chambers. Claudia found it more agrivating, and the mercenary was being the slowest of them. Although it was amusing to watch him shout in complain about this damned temple or whatever this place was, they didn't have time for it.

When they came to a huge room full of pillars and stone colloums, Ezio was just pulling himself over and into a balcony! The thief was too busy seeing where they could get some handholds to notice.

He looked around the candle lit room, those people were just outside this chamber, down below the balcony. He had to find a way out! There had to be something!

His eyes caught sight of a ladder, where it lead, a trapdoor! He sprung up the ladder and opened the door, out into the sun light of afternoon. Leaving those people behind inside the underground tomb, he broke into a full run, needing to find a place to hide. He felt realived that no one was hurt in there, or he hoped no one was, he just didn't want to kill them.

Behind him, he heard the trap door open, they had made it out!