To most people Frank Gatti was now dead. Even Enrico, who had called for the attack, believed it. After all, who could survive such a large fire?
Five days later, Frank's funeral was carried out. The ceremony was rather low-key, with mostly Carabinieri personnel at the procession. An empty coffin, which was supposed to be Frank's, was draped in an Italian flag.
However, that was far from the truth. Frank was still alive and well, only living under an alias and having a different occupation. Frank Gatti was now Francis Guercino, a wine seller. Frank had gained permission from the Assassin who owned the wine shop to sell all the wine in the cellar.
"Tonight you will meet with my contact within the Honoured Society, whom I have mentioned before. My contact, Carlo Gambino, will provide you access into an area where your next target resides," Frank informed Darko. "He is known as the Guerrafondaio, Italian for the Warmonger. They say that it is his nickname because of his killing methods, which are bloody and brutal. Coincidentally, the Guerrafondaio is Carlo's superior, and Carlo believes that he will be able to ascend to a higher position with his death, hence his assistance."
At sunset, Darko met with Carlo Gambino on the pavement of a street. He introduced himself to Carlo as Dylan Aguerro, as Frank had agreed with Carlo earlier on as a means of identifying the man he sent.
"So you are the one Mister Gatti sent. I have to say, Mister Gatti is impressive, managing to fake his own death so easily," Carlo praised. "Anyway, the Guerrafondaio is holding a party tonight. The party will be held in a cul-de-sac at the end of a nearby alleyway. Security will be rather tight, but you can enter easily through the rooftops. Good luck, Mister…Aguerro."
Darko made his way into the party area through the rooftops. There were two guards at the alleyway entrance, both of them muscular and dangerous-looking. A short distance down the alleyway was where the party started. Partygoers were drinking alcohol and taking drugs.
In the cul-de-sac, Darko saw the Guerrafondaio himself, guarded by two Honoured Society gangsters and talking to several of the partygoers. He examined the Guerrafondaio and discovered that he was but a double. Carlo had told him that the Guerrafondaio had no eyebrows due to a genetic defect, but this double had slight, hardly-noticable eyebrows.
Not knowing where the real one was, Darko decided to lure him out. With a well-aimed shot, Darko took out the fake Guerrafondaio. Immediately the partygoers started to flee the scene. In the wave of confusion, Darko spotted the real Guerrafondaio leave one of the buildings, accompanied by a Honoured Society mobster, and run towards the exit.
Hopping off the vantage point, Darko landed on the mobster guarding the Guerrafondaio, which cushioned his fall but caused the mobster to break his spine, killing him almost right away. Darko got up and ran after the Guerrafondaio, who had not noticed that his guard was missing and dead.
"Signore!" Darko called out to the Guerrafondaio. He stopped and turned around, only to see the Assassin an arm's length away from him. Before the Guerrafondaio could move, Darko thrust his Hidden Blade into his heart. There was a loud sound as the Guerrafondaio collapsed, mostly due to his large body mass.
Over the next few days, news spread that a well-known hitman within the Honoured Society, known as the Guerrafondaio, had disappeared. A body double had been found dead nearby, with a bullet in him, but the man himself was no where to be found.
The reason for that was because Carlo had managed to remove the body from the scene quickly. The Guerrafondaio's body was now at the bottom of the sea, presumably never to be found again.
While Darko was gone, Nikolai had discovered that Enrico would be on an Italian Army ship bound for the French city of Marseille. The ship was set to leave in exactly three days from the port of Civitavecchia, near Rome. Enrico would be going under the alias of Corporal Angelo Amato. That meant that Enrico had most likely already departed from Palermo.
Not wanting to waste time, Darko immediately made his way to the harbour. He tried to find a ship heading northwards. After a few minutes of searching Darko found a steam-powered boat that was heading for Naples, though it was only leaving the next day.
"Messere, I offer you five hundred lira if you leave before daybreak," Darko offered. "I will, of course, give you more if you make haste to Naples."
The boat's captain, a balding Frenchman, licked his lips. It was a good offer. "Hop on. The boat will be able to leave in about ten minutes."
It left Palermo harbour in less than five. The boat moved swiftly along the Mediterranean, its captain wanting to reach the destination quickly in order to earn more money.
Roughly two days later the boat arrived at Naples. As promised, Darko rewarded the captain with a modest sum of five thousand lira. Five thousand lira was not a lot, being less than a thousand US dollars.
Luckily there was a railway service from Naples to Rome, which Darko took. The train was pretty fast, with the journey only taking about five hours. Darko travelled the remaining distance from Rome to Civitavecchia by horse. Now that he was at the location, all Darko could do for the time being was to wait.