Domenico was a man with greying and balding hair, though only being in his late forties. He was well-mannered and careful with what he said, and had the posture of a well-off man.
"You must be Darko Kerzhakov. Please, come in," Domenico gestured inside his office. "Excuse the mess I've created in here, it's quite natural for a professor to do so."
"No worries," Darko said as he sat on a plump cushion chair. "My brother sent me here to aid you and your comrades here in Sassari."
"Sassari at the moment is occupied by a considerable amount of Templars. Big enough to cause interference to our activities in Sassari if we Assassins were to attempt an expansion of power and influence here," Domenico explained. "I'll give you a list of them to take out."
Learning that Geedi was looking for business partners, Darko decided to seize that opportunity and kill him. Forging a résumé as a wealthy businessman from the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes, or unofficially as the Kingdom of Yugoslavia, Darko managed to gain an audience with the Templar.
It was arranged that Darko would meet Geedi in the latter's Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost, where Geedi's chauffer would drive them around Sassari as the two of them chatted.
"Pleased to meet you," Geedi said as Darko entered the Rolls-Royce. "Your résumé is outstanding and I am keen to work with you."
"The feeling is mutual, Mister Fontano," Darko said. "Unfortunately, I am no businessman, and neither am I here to work with you."
Before Geedi could utter a word, Darko thrust his Hidden Blade into the Somali's heart, killing him instantly. The chauffeur was not very surprised to see what Darko had done. "Luckily this isn't my car, if not it would have cost me a bomb to clean it."
Several hours earlier, Domenico had secretly arranged for Geedi's original chauffeur to be swapped with this one, who had been paid to help out in this assassination.
Driving into an alleyway, the chauffeur stopped the car there and the two of them got out. Retrieving a jerry can of gasoline from the boot, the chauffeur proceeded to dump its contents over the vehicle.
Producing a packet of cigarettes, the chauffer took out a pack of cigarettes, lighting the entire packet before throwing it onto the car.
"Pleasure to be doing business with you," the chauffer said as both of them walked briskly out of the alleyway. "Maybe we'll meet again someday."
Not long after, Darko struck again. His next target was a Police Lieutenant working in Sassari, a Templar as well. The Lieutenant's nickname was translated as 'The Lawbringer', since he was so good at bringing criminals to justice.
Darko tailed The Lawbringer as he left the police station for lunch break. He could tell that The Lawbringer sensed that someone was following, though no one was there when he turned around.
When the officer turned into an alleyway, Darko immediately took to the rooftops, guessing that his target would attempt to catch him there.
After several more minutes of tailing, The Lawbringer finally reached his destination, a small eatery. Darko waited patiently on the rooftop for his target to come out and return to the police station.
As he walked through the same alleyway, heading back to the police station, Darko attacked the Police Lieutenant by pouncing on him from above. In one quick slash his target was dead.
Over the next few days Darko took out several more Templars on the piece of paper which Domenico had given him. Now only one Templar remained on the list.
La Fantôme de Sardaigne was a French Templar both revered and feared by the people of Sardinia. He was a master thief whose identity was unknown to most, though Darko knew who he was. La Fantôme de Sardaigne was a French Assassin turncoat named Michel Renan. He was now in his forties, and was a high-ranking member of the Templar Order. Darko knew that Michel would be difficult to kill.
Fortunately, Domenico had received information on Michel. Michel's temporary lodging was at a small hotel, booked under the name of Mahieu Renardo.
Disguised as Carabinieri soldiers, Darko and Domenico made their way to the hotel 'Mahieu' was staying at, making sure he was not there before they entered.
"Hello, may I help you?" the receptionist asked nervously.
Darko said, "Is there a Mahieu Renardo staying at this hotel?"
Flipping through a book, the receptionist nodded.
"Mahieu Renardo died today in an accident. We have come on the behalf of his family to collect his belongings," Domenico lied.
The receptionist lowered his head. "I am terribly sorry to hear that. I'll lead you two to his room."
Once they were inside, Darko and Domenico began searching the room. Almost instantly they found a locked safe. While Domenico worked on getting the safe open, Darko searched the rest of the room.
"Not much," Darko said as he returned to Domenico. "What's in the safe?"
Domenico took a step back and showed Darko what was in the safe, which he had managed to open. Several things were inside the safe, including a wad of cash and a number of passports. But the main item of interest was a small notebook.
"It says here that Michel is planning to carry out a robbery about now," Domenico informed. "Let's wait for him here, shall we?"
When Michel walked into the hotel, he found that the receptionist had changed. His face was one that he had never seen before, which made him slightly uneasy.
"Hello, where are the others?" Michel said as he carried a duffle bag over his shoulder.
"I'm just standing in temporarily," Domenico, who was pretending to be the receptionist, lied. "The one that's supposed to be here right now called in sick. They pay pretty well here anyway, to do nearly nothing at that."
Upon opening the door into his room, Michel felt himself being grabbed and dragged into the room. In less than a second, Michel was pulled into the hotel room and the door was once again shut.
Pinning Michel on the floor, Darko slammed his head once on it, which was enough to knock him out. Relieving Michel of his duffle bag, Darko brought it over and placed it on the desk.
Moments later, Domenico entered the room as well. Together they opened up the duffle bag. Inside were a few stacks of cash, which took up roughly half the space in it. Zipping back close the duffle bag, Domenico said, "We can put the money to good use, better than what Michel could have ever done with it."
With their combined strength, the two Assassins carried Michel over to the window and threw him out. The fall was enough to kill the Templar.
Going back downstairs, the two of them 'discovered' the receptionist tied and gagged. Freeing him, Darko stuffed an amount of two hundred thousand lira, approximately ten thousand U.S. dollars.
"Get as far away from Sassari as possible," Darko told him. "You are not safe here. Anywhere is fine, as long as you get off the island of Sardinia."
Understanding what the two men were driving at, the receptionist took the money and got the hell out of there.
With a significant amount of Templar power removed, the Assassins were able to expand their influence in Sassari easier now. But unfortunately, it was not time for Darko to settle down, yet.
His comrades in New York City were having some trouble hunting down the Templars on Vladimir Lenin's list of Templars, which Darko had sent there. Thus, Darko set off for New York City to aid his fellow Assassins.