The next morning, David visited the Gonfalonne Family Bank, located in Lower Manhattan. The building had window grilles, but otherwise, it looked like any other building in the area. David was immensely surprised by the interior of the bank. The bank had marble floors and all its lighting came from ornately-designed chandeliers. There were also equally-ornate vases around the bank. David looked at his own clothing and knew straight away that he would not be able to see Andrew Gonfalonne in this type of clothing. David went to a nearby boutique meant for the high-class and bought the cheapest breeches and the cheapest pair of leather shoes. The breeches were priced at twenty-five pounds while the leather shoes cost fifteen pounds.
Ridiculous! Forty pounds for all these, David thought as he paid the money, gotten from all the people David had killed. David changed into the breeches at the back of the boutique and gave his old trousers and shoes to the owner of the boutique, a friendly Englishman in his late fifties.
"These clothing have significant meaning to me, you see. I would appreciate it if you could safekeep them for me," David lied. The man agreed to do it for free. "I understand, sir. I will safekeep these till your return."
David combed his hair neatly with his hands before returning to the Gonfalonne Bank. He walked up to a receptionist and said, "I wish to meet with Andrew Gonfalonne, the heir to this beautiful bank."
The receptionist scanned David and queried politely, "Sir, may I know why you are looking for him?" David nodded. "I want to make a deal with him, a deal I believe he will want to do." The receptionist rolled his eyes and told David, "He has many people like you to deal with every day. You should make an appointment with him."
David took out five pounds and slid it over to the receptionist. The receptionist accepted it and said, "Mister Gonfalonne is on the first floor, in the office furthest to the left. The code is 1290."
A security guard blocked the staircase to the first and second floors. David told him the four numbers and the security guard let David pass.
Knocking on the door of Andrew's office, David opened it and entered a moment later. Andrew gestured for David to take a seat. David extended his hand to shake Andrew's and introduced himself as Mister Bellec.
"Pleased to meet you, Mister Bellec. May I know why you are here?" Andrew Gonfalonne asked. David replied, "Andrew Gonfalonne, one of the bankers working for the Warriors of New York. Who are the other bankers?"
Andrew raised his eyes and opened his mouth. But before he could say anything, David ejected a Hidden Blade and brandished it at him. "Shout for help and you'll die on the spot. Now, tell me. Who are the other bankers?"
"You are an Assassin," Andrew uttered as he looked at David, just loud enough for David to hear. David nodded. "I am glad you know. So you must be a Templar, then?"
"I am not a Templar, I am just fighting with them," Andrew said. David raised his free hand to silence Andrew. "Shut up and tell me who the other bankers are."
David saw Andrew reach for something. "Move your hand another inch and I'll goddamn kill you," David threatened. Andrew stopped moving his hand and David walked over to Andrew. He made Andrew stand against the wall, away from the desk.
Andrew, finally coming to the realisation that he could not dodge the question anymore, gave up. "There is another banker and one of them, who often donates to the Warriors. The other banker is Von Konig, a German, and the donator is Arnaud de Calais."
David knew why Andrew had talked about the donator. Andrew had hoped by talking about more valuable information, David would spare him. But David was firm in his decision. David kneed Andrew in the stomach, making him groan. Andrew nodded and cried, "I'm sure, I'm sure!"
He stabbed Andrew in the heart and wiped the blood on Andrew's clothing before walking out. As David was walking out of the bank, he heard someone shout, "Andrew Gonfalonne is dead!" David hurried out of the bank and got to the fancy boutique. He changed back to his navy blue trousers and worn shoes, thanked the owner and fled.
Returning to his apartment, David put the new breeches and leather shoes in a chest and locked it. He sat down and began thinking. After killing the leader of the Warriors, David was planning to move somewhere else. Perhaps New France, David thought. As far as he knew, the Assassins had almost no one in New France, and David was afraid that if Templars were to settle there, there would be no one to stop them. "New France it is then," David decided.