Chapter 2

It couldn't get much worse

"YOU COULDN'T HAVE TOLD ME HE WAS EZIO BEFORE I SLUGGED HIM?" Screamed Gwendolyn as her and Rath ran down alleys and backstreets with an unconsious Ezio flung over Raths shoulder.

"I had no idea who it was until he was face down on the ground!" Rath said with a clear panic in his voice.

"Where are we even going, Rath?"

"I have no idea just keep running!"

Soilders were chasing after them calling out to them to stop and that they were under arrest and all sorts of stuff that was going to put a premature end to their mission. Suddenly a gate opened in front of them and they darted through it.

"Rath, where are we?" Gwendolyn was glued to Rath's side.

"To be honest with you, I'm not sure myself."

Thats when about ten cloaked figures appeared, surrounding them.

"I think I know where we are now..." Said Rath

One of the figured approached them, Rath was fully prepared to fight for his life and probably to protect Gwendolyn, she looked pretty shocked and was probably going to faint at any moment.

"Return Ezio to us," said the figure in front of them, "Return him, and we will decide if you should die here."

Rath didn't like where this was going, they needed Ezio to figure out where this artifact was, but there was still a chance that they would never find it. But Rath was going to let his only chance slip past him. It was time to put his skills to work.

"Sorry guys, but this man is all we have to complete our mission. So tell me, what happens if we try to run?" Ezio said with a smirk on his face

"Well then we'd have to kill you where you stand." Hidden blades were beginning to appear from all the cloaked figures wrist. Obviously an act to frighten Rath and Gwendolyn.

He then looked at Gwendolyn and she gave him a look that said "I'm ready if you are." Which somehow threw him off guard. Rath expected Gwendolyn to hold on to him, but she looked ready to run or even kill. He then knew that she would be the someone that would be with him for a long time to come.

"Well then," Said Rath, "We choose..."

The figures were ready to jump and kill them at the slightest movement.

"...To run."