Frustrated didnâ€™t even begin to describe how he was feeling at the moment. He had them in this grasp and then they were gone. Groaning under his breath, Domenico backed away from the scene as quietly as he could and began to walk away frustrated. He had a few plans in dealing with this but he really didnâ€™t want to get caught up in the middle of that. For now he had to accept failure once again and head back home. The Templars were going to be very displeased with this and he knew it was his fault that they escaped. But what other choice did he have than to face punishment. He was told to fix the mess, he shouldnâ€™t have messed up to begin with, and he completely blew his chance to make things right. Well maybe not completely considering he was not expecting this to happen. He was not expecting an easy mission by any means, but thisâ€¦ of all the things to happen.<br/><br/>When he finally got back home he was no longer in the mood for sleeping. Despite the yawn that escaped him he felt somewhat restless and irritated because of what had happened. Never again would he underestimate a situation. Even if he was fairly experienced he was not perfect and knew damn well that he should not have underestimated an Assassin. He kicked himself for it and briefly wondered what his punishment would be. More than likely, they would not give him a slap on the wrist. Thinking about it really was keeping him awake. However, eventually he found himself able to drift to sleep once he further put his mind to it.<br/><br/>Even if his dreams were haunted by his failure.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>It was a relief when the signal was sounded and Emanuel motioned for Michella to follow him through the smoke. Some of the Templar guards caught sight of him and moved in to strike, but he had cut them down with ease. He also took care to avoid being struck by one of the poisoned guards as they passed by them. There was no way he was going to let them get in his way when they were so close even if he knew the punishment he was going to receive for this was not going to be light. They did not take failure or betrayal lightly at all and surely this was going to cost him his life. He was not willing to let them have him of course, but at the same time he was more than willing to do whatever he needed to in order to protect his family. They had gotten this far and the gate was right before them so he was feeling pretty damn good.<br/><br/>Even if she doubted him, Michella was especially pleased with the fact that there had not been so much violence. She had kept Bellaâ€™s eyes covered while they were moving so she would not see any bloodshed if she were to wake up. The smoke from Alexandraâ€™s smoke bomb helped to shield most of it but she still didnâ€™t want to risk the young girl seeing such things. Truth be told, the girl has not really been exposed too much violence until today. Michella and Emanuel both only hoped that these memories would not be burned into her young mind; it would be devastating to them both if that happened. The girl had such a bubbly personality when she wasnâ€™t feeling sick. And with that thought in mind, Michella also made a note to tell Alexandra about that strange medicine she had been given earlier, thinking perhaps it was just another Templar trick.<br/><br/>Once they were at the gate, everything seemed fine, save for a few guards who continued to follow them until they were at the carriage. â€œIâ€™ll hold them off,â€ Emanuel said as he motioned for Michella to follow the Assassin. â€œJust go. Iâ€™ll come and get you once everything has calmed down, alright?â€<br/><br/>At first she opened her mouth to protest, but then she just gave a nod and followed the Assassin to the location where they were to make their escape. She placed Bella, who was now fully awake and asking where he father was, in the carriage and then turned to Alexandra. â€œThank you. I owe you my life for this. We all do. Now, you just make sure those Templar swine get whatâ€™s coming to them and never bother us again. I want those bastards castrated and hanged by their intestines.â€ She paused, knowing this was where she was going to give the information on them as she should. Honestly she didnâ€™t have much to give but she at least hoped it was enough of a lead. â€œI really donâ€™t know themâ€¦ though I know one of them is called â€˜Edmondo.â€™ Heâ€™s the taller one with the beard. Sorry I canâ€™t be much more help than that.â€ She offered a faint smile.<br/><br/>A few feet away from Michella and Alexandra, Emanuel was tired but he still had some fight in him, determination to keep his family safe burning deep within him. The few guards that had followed were troublesome but he found he was cutting them down easily. Or so he thought. He was slowly starting to realize that he was outnumbered and due to being tired he didnâ€™t have the energy to keep going. Eventually, one man stepped forward, a dark grin on his face.<br/><br/>â€œEmanuel,â€ the Templar said, â€œsneaking out of the city are we? Iâ€™ve always known you were trouble. Surrender yourself or I will be forced to kill you.â€<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t think I have much of a choice in the matter,â€ Emanuel shrugged nonchalantly. The man didnâ€™t seem too pleased with that response. When the man waved a hand gesture, a large brute came up behind him and held a blade to his throat.<br/><br/>â€œCome quietly,â€ the brute said. "Don't make this harder than it has to be." Emanuel just dropped his weapon and gave a nod. It hurt his pride somewhat but he knew he probably shouldnâ€™t fight back or else he would be killed. He was not going to let that happen, at least not now, so he would stall some time. He thought about Michella and his daughter, hoping that Alexandra had safely gotten them away from here. And the felt no regret what so ever for he knew he was sacrificing himself to save his family in a way, it was the best thing he could do for the moment.