After he'd had both a night of rest and a filling morning meal, Ezio found himself called upon by La Volpe himself.
"I'm glad to have had your help in these matters, amico, and while I would not wish to impose, there is another matter that has come to my attention," La Volpe said, once the pair of them had settled down in his office.
"What is it?" he asked, wondering just what it was that he was going to be called upon to do this time.
"I have received word of the location of a storehouse where the Borgia have been keeping the money and documents that the Cento Occhi have been using to make themselves such a problem to the people of Roma," La Volpe said, and Ezio smirked softly as La Volpe described the location to him.
"And I suppose you wish for me to fetch these for you, sí?" he asked, smirk widening into a grin.
"You can hardly deny that they would do a great deal more good in our hands than in theirs, Ezio," La Volpe said, a grin of his own lighting his face.
"Bene, then I suppose I can fetch these documents for you," he said, as he rose from his seat and began making his way out of the office that La Volpe had set up for himself with his and little Maria's help – something Ezio would always find himself remembering when he would catch sight of one of the little touches that he or his littlest sister had left behind – with La Volpe's words of gratitude following him out.
When he'd made his way back out into La Volpe Addormentata's courtyard, Ezio felt the subtle thrumming from the Apple that let him know that Aeon wished to speak with him about some matter or another.
"Would you like my help?" the man in black asked, once Ezio had removed the Apple from the folds of his robes and Aeon had reformed his body from the light.
"Not this time, amico," he said, smiling as Aeon's bright yellow eyes turned to him, a muted expression of curiosity upon his ageless face. "While I'm certain that things would be a great deal more simple if I had your aid, I don't wish to impose an unfair burden on you, Aeon."
There was also the issue that he might become too dependant upon the aid of a man who – for all the aid he had given to the Brotherhood and all of their allies, and freely as well – was still nearly a complete mystery aside from the few things he'd chosen to reveal. And little enough of those, besides. Aside from even that, however, Ezio had no desire to allow his own skills to degrade from his over-reliance on the seemingly impenetrable concealment that Aeon could offer at a whim.
Still, he didn't wish to offend the man by bringing up such a comparatively selfish desire when the man himself had already made such selfless offers; ageless or not, Ezio doubted it was as easy on the man as Aeon tried to make it appear for him to do so much.
When he'd made it out to the location that La Volpe had described to him from the reports of his own thieves, Ezio breathed deeply as he made his way back down to the street, having searched in vain for either a hay cart or a pile of raked leaves. Making certain that he was out of sight of what guards there might have been in an out-of-the-way place such as this, Ezio made his way inside. Slinging the satchel he'd taken with him down off of his right shoulder as soon as he'd caught sight of the documents he'd been sent out to fetch.
Taking a long moment to scan the rooms that his second-sight would be able to see into for the presence of anyone who might attack him for what he was currently doing – or else what he was about to do – Ezio moved on to the strongbox that he'd spotted while he'd been gathering the documents that the Borgia had provided to the Cento Occhi. Swiftly picking the lock, Ezio unloaded the strongbox and piled the heavy bags of coins into the satchel alongside the documents he was carrying.
The sound of heavy footfalls drew his attention then, and the sight of a red-glowing form in his second-sight when he called upon it drew an annoyed sigh from Ezio as he scooped the second-last bag out of the strongbox before him. Slinging the satchel back up onto his right shoulder, Ezio grabbed the last of the bags, closed the strongbox so at least anyone tracking his presence would have to open it determine that something had gone amiss, and hurried as quietly as he could manage from the room.
Once he'd made it back outside, Ezio winced as he heard the cries of alarm beginning to go up behind him. Climbing as quickly as he could manage up the walls of a nearby building, Ezio allowed himself to breathe more deeply once he'd managed to make it out of the immediate line-of-sight of anyone who might have been searching for him. Well, searching for the one who'd stolen from them, but it all amounted to the same, in the end.
Making his way back to La Volpe Addormentata, Ezio sighed; he was glad not to have ended up getting into another fight so soon after the siege that he, little Maria, and all their allies had ended up facing just a day ago, but there was no question in his mind that he'd have to deal with them later. Still, he could at least be grateful for the reprieve he'd managed to get today by making the best of it.
Starting with delivering his spoils to La Volpe, of course.