If he were to head outdoors in his doctorâ€™s attire he would probably have been a bit safer, however, lurking about as a civilian had its perks as well. From the looks of things the city was already on lockdown so he had to be a bit careful but it didnâ€™t really cause too much of a problem for someone like Domenico. He was a bit cunning though he was no Assassin. It probably made him seem more suspicious to the guards considering the lockdown but he was able to blend in with the thin crowds of the night not to draw attention. The Templars knew his face anyway, most of them, the ones who werenâ€™t idiots, even if he wore his mask most of the time so he knew he was in the clear for the most part if he got caught. He was sure that the man who approached him earlier informed the others that he would be fixing his mess. And he knew there would be hell to pay if he didnâ€™t set things right. The Templars did not accept a failure in their Order.<br/><br/>Domenico would be sure to show them that his little fuck up was something that would not happen again. He should have thought his plan out a bit better. Despite the last minute notice, this time he was prepared to kill. He had brought his finest poison along with him, filling the poison compartment of his hidden blade with it, one that would make quick work of his targets, though the means of getting this task done was not something the Templars were going to like. They never really did like how he dealt with things and since he had failed he was more than ready to fix his mistake and take any means necessary to do so. Even if that meant killing his own people or doing something that threatened to have him step out of line. As mentioned before, this war was not for those who are unwilling to play dirty. Domenico loves to play dirty.<br/><br/>He was trying to figure out just how he was going to fix this mess in creative way. Creativity was something he lacked in a few areas, but that didnâ€™t mean he wasnâ€™t deadly. People often underestimated his simple methods, as again he is a simple man and he was not all that much of a fighter, but he was still deadly and often used that to his advantage. Now all he had to do was figure out a plan of action and he was golden. As he neared the edge of a block, he noticed there was a gathering of guards. An ambush? Interesting. They must have thought ahead. Keeping himself out of their line of sight, he listened in. Perhaps he didnâ€™t have to do anything after all or maybe he could just utilize this in some way.<br/><br/>Domenico listened into the conversation as best he could without being spotted.<br/><br/>One of the men approached the female Assassin the guards were surrounding, â€œWell it looks like Emanuel has done a good job in leading you here.â€ The Templar said in a manipulative tone. â€œYou Assassins always have a soft spot for helping others.â€ He dared to inch a bit closer to the Assassin, keeping his distance in case she were to lash out. Assassins were, after all, tricky as hell. Heâ€™s learned his lesson from past mistakes.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>Alexandra was starting to take awhile and honestly it was beginning to worry him slightly. Emanuel motioned for Michella to follow him into an alley as if the signal had been given just to get off the main street. Something wasnâ€™t right and the lack of people as well as patrols out and about only lead to the conclusion that his suspicions from earlier had been correct. In a brief fit of rage, he swore under his breath so Bella wouldnâ€™t wake up and hear such foul language and ran a hand through his hair. Clenching his jaw he swore again, daring to peer around the corner to see if he could spot anything. How the hell could he be so stupid? More importantly how the hell could they have caught wind of him trying to get his family out of the city so fast? He didnâ€™t see anyone else following him when he spoke to the Assassins about his concern. This frustrated him and added to his already foul and rather tense mood that was slowly worsening as time passed.<br/><br/>When he did glance around the corner there was nothing from what he could tell. It was too quiet. He looked back at Michella who seemed to be thinking the same thing but he was still determined to get his family out of here. â€œWe need to move again, something isnâ€™t right.â€ He told her in a low voice, his tone filled with sternness that she was not usually use to. Usually he didnâ€™t use such a tone with her so she knew there was something wrong. â€œThe gate is a few blocks away but we may need to fight our way throughâ€¦ or at least I will.â€ Emanuel was tired and didnâ€™t really want to stand and fight because of it but he probably had no choice at this time. Conflicting thoughts threatened to flood his mind but he managed to keep them at bay while he looked his wife in the eye.<br/><br/>â€œEmanuel, I know you mean well but I wish you werenâ€™t risking yourself like this.â€<br/><br/>â€œWhat? And have the Templars continue to harass you? Like hell. Youâ€™re getting out of Venice and heading o Florence, end of story. Donâ€™t try to change my mind, Michella. If it makes you feel better, keep hidden while I go see if Alexandra is alright.â€<br/><br/>She frowned at him. Knowing she really couldnâ€™t do anything to change his mind once he got like this all she did was sigh and nod her head in understanding. A brief pain showed in her eyes as she was worried about his decision, but she allowed it to pass so no arguments would be started. â€œIâ€™ll keep an eye on Bella like I always do then.â€ Times like this, she really hated being so useless but then again who would keep Bella safe from harm in the end? Ever since the little girl was born it had been her protecting her anyway. Emanuel was always bust with work or whatever else so he was hardly home and when he was home it was just arguments. Michella was starting to regret all those arguments, but she just cared about him is all. Because of that caring side of her, she did not argue his decision to see what was going on.<br/><br/>Drawing his sword, Emanuel quietly peered around the corner once he got close enough to the gate. So it was an ambush after all. â€œDamn it all to hellâ€¦â€ he murmured to himself.  Though he wasnâ€™t close enough to catch the conversation he assumed it was not going to end well.