So<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>was what the Saint Mark's Basilica looked like. It was big and rather impressive, with lots of spires, crosses and arches. The whole thing seemed to gleam gold at this time of day and the square in front of it was absolutely swarming with people.<br/><br/>In the time that Isaiah had been in Venice, he'd neglected visiting this monument. But now he'd found a reason to stop putting it off. Such an important building had to have lots of guards, and hopefully they had at least some information. But it would be just like the Templars to leave duties like guarding to a bunch of no-brain thugs. That would be really annoying considering he was hoping to get a lead from one of the guards at this place.<br/><br/>Soon he got lucky and found a place where there was only a single guard standing watch. And why would they need more in such a deserted area? Fools. Isaiah dashed around the corner of a building, coming into the guard's view and putting on his best show.<br/><br/>He stopped when he had 'caught sight' of the guard and let out a 'relieved' breath. "Oh guard," he called, loud enough for only the single Templar to hear. "Quickly, someone is attacking my wife! I think it might be an assassin!"<br/><br/>The guard immediately came to attention. Even with the word 'assassin' spoken in the common sense, it was enough to stir the bastards up. "Quickly, hurry!" Isaiah called out as the guard ran off to follow him. Fool.<br/><br/>Isaiah lead them into a secluded alley where they were sure to be alone. Then, without showing any sign before hand of his plan, turned on his heel and stabbed the guard. He looked confused for a moment, then realization could be seen as a flash across his face. "You bastard!" He moaned before collapsing.<br/><br/>Isaiah laughed and leaned down toward the man. "Don't worry my friend," he said cruelly. "You are not dying. It is simply a paralyzing toxin. You won't be able to move for several days, but I promise you can still feel pain." To demonstrate his point the assassin gave him a good hard kick. The Templar grunted in pain, but refused to give Isaiah the satisfaction of a scream.<br/><br/>"Now then," Isaiah said, leaning in so his face was only inches from the fallen Templar's. "I'd like you to tell me why the Templars are gathering forces here in Venice."<br/><br/>The man spat in his face, his head being the only thing that could still move. Isaiah wiped the saliva from his face and narrowed his eyes at the guard, then stood up straight. "If you wish to do things the hard way, then far be it from me to deny you that." He pulled out a barbed chain whip-- lord knows where he was keeping the thing-- and tugged on it menacingly.<br/><br/>"I will tell you nothing!" The Templar spat. "Not even if you kill me."<br/><br/>"Well then I'll just have to kill you," Isaiah said coldly. "Maybe then I'll know if you were telling the truth just now. It really doesn't matter to me. There are plenty more sad bastards out there just like you."<br/><br/>It is doubtful that even two minutes had passed by of Isaiah's chain whip tearing at the guard's flesh before he cried out: "Dear lord, stop! I'll tell you everything I know!"<br/><br/>"Well what do you know?" Isaiah taunted. "The big scary Templar guard is a coward<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>a liar. Well spit it out then!"<br/><br/>The guard spit some blood from his mouth and began talking. "I do not know much. All I know is that the bosses have something big planned, and it will be greater than anything you assassins have ever seen!"<br/><br/>Isaiah sighed and tutted. "That wasn't the answer I was looking for." With a poisoned blade the assassin slit the guard's throat. After a few pitiful moments of spluttering the guard was dead.<br/><br/>Isaiah stood, tucked his barbed chain whip away and sighed. "Looks like my first one was a dud. Oh well. Back to square one."<br/><br/>And the assassin wandered back to the Saint Mark's Basilica, blending in with the crowds. Somehow, he'd managed to not get a single drop of blood on him.