Catching sight of a man in a blue tunic and rust-red cap, standing under a tree and subtly signaling for his attention, Ezio turned his path so that it would take him to that same tree, while at the same time keeping an eye out for anyone who expressed a disconcerting amount of interest in who he was or what he was doing. Leaning against the tree that the thief – the man had used their hand-signals, so there was little chance that he was something else – was standing under, Ezio adopted the mien of one who simply wished to get out of the sun. he waited to hear just what it was that the man wished to say to him.
"La Volpe says that you are a skilled horseman," the thief said, moving so that the pair of them appeared to have simply decided to shelter under the same tree from the fierce heat of the sun. "This is good; we've discovered that the three leaders of the Cento Occhi gather to practice their horsemanship at the Circo Massimo."
"Bene, I suppose that's where I'll be headed next, then," he said, waiting for a few, lingering moments so that he could be certain that there were no unfriendly eyes watching him as he left the tree where he'd met with La Volpe's man.
Making his way to a nearby stable whose owner was friendly to the Brotherhood – though there were few enough people who wouldn't be, after having their place of business rebuilt and their livelihoods returned to them – Ezio secured a horse for himself and headed off to the Circo Massimo, there to come to grips with the leaders of the Cento Occhi.
When he'd made it to the circus grounds, the sounds of men on horseback greeted him, and as Ezio found a high point to conceal himself so that he would have a better vantage point for aiming his crossbow, Ezio sighed softly in relief. It seemed La Volpe's people would soon be able to go about their business untroubled by the Cento Occhi, though their Borgia masters still had yet to be addressed. Still, their time would come soon enough.
Ezio and his brother Assassins would see to it.
As the last of the three men fell, a crossbow bolt buried in the back of his skull, Ezio quickly stowed away the weapon and set about making his way off of the grounds of the Circo Massimo. There would be people along soon enough to examine the corpses that Ezio had left in his wake, and the farther he was from the killing ground that he'd just made the better. He'd no regrets about killing men who had sold themselves to the Borgia – even as such men would have had no regrets about killing him, in turn – but the less he found himself entangled with the Borgia and their men the better.
After leaving the grounds of the Circo Massimo far enough behind him that those who had been sent to search such a place would more than likely give up before they'd made it close enough to be a threat to him, Ezio allowed himself to relax and breathe more easily once more.