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area. He was, after all, the military center of the city. No wonder Agostino could not be done with all the power without control of that neighborhood.
Once inside, he found it relatively easy to move through the wide open spaces between large buildings: Cordelie, the Artiglierie, watchtowers and,
especially, shipbuilding. While Ezio be maintained under the dark shadows of dusk and seek to avoid patrols inside the huge complex, I knew it would be
okay, but of course, be followed at all times in a state of alert.
Ultimately guided by the sounds of joy, jokes and laughter, ran a major dry dock, which was docked a stunning gallery. He saw an iron cage hung from
one of the impressive walls of the dock. And inside was Bartolomeo, a stocky and energetic man of little more than thirty years of age, only four or five
years older than Ezio. Around him were a band of mercenaries from Silvio. Ezio immediately thought that it would be better off patrolling disfruits of their
victory over an enemy who had already left impowerful, but then was forced to acknowledge that Silvio BarBarigo, however grand inquisitor it was, lacked
management experience with troops.
Ezio not know how long he chains Bartolomeodo in the cage; sure many hours. But their anger and energy seemed to be affected by the situation. And
considering that surely had not given him anything to eat or drink, that was exceptional.
-Luridi codardi! Filthy Cowards! He shouted to his torcrushers, one of which was Ezio, had plunged a spontaneousja in vinegar and approached the
mouth of Bartolomeo with the tip of a spear with the hope that they mistook for water. BartoPtolemy's spat. I will end with you all! At the same timepo! With
an arm ... no, with two arms tied behind his back! I eatre people alive, you bastards! Laughed-. You must ask yourselves how to do it, but get me out of
here and I'll show you happy! Miserabili pezzi di merda!
Inquisitor's guards laughed with scorn and poked with sticks Bartolomeo, by balancing the cage. I had a dreamthe very strong, and Bartholomew was
forced to subject resting your feet firmly on the bars for balance.
- You have no honor! Neither value! Neither virtue! Got acu-Bottlenose enough saliva to spit. And people are preasked why the star of Venice has begun
to languish. -Intonka adopted her voice almost pleading tone. I will be merciful with those who have the courage to break free. The rest will die! For work of
my own hand! I juro!
"Spare me your fucking words shouted one of the guards. This is not going to die one other than you, you fucking piece of shit.
Ezio, who remained all the while nestled in the shadow of a brick colonnade bordering a bay where theban war galleys moored smaller, began to
pensar in the way of saving condottiero. Next to the cage were ten guards, all back to him, and there was not anyone else. They were also out of service
and were not armed. Ezio checked for poison dagger. Eliminate the guards would not have to be a difficultyculty. Had timed a pass from guard patrols
and hasBia seen that occurred every time the shadow cast by the quay wall is stretched about four inches. But then itthe additional problem of tobacco
free Bartolomeo, quietly and quickly. He strove to think of something. I knew not availableNIA long.
-What type of man is he who sold his honor and dignitycommunity in exchange for a few pieces of silver? "Shouted BarPtolemy, but his throat began to
dry and began to perder bellows despite his iron will.
- Is not that what you do, asshole? Are not you a merscenario like us?
- I've never been in the service of a traitor and a coward as you are you! Bartolomeo's eyes sparkled. The men under him are coupledForged in a
moment. "You think I do not know why I havebeige chained up here? "You think I do not know who the puppeteer your leader Silvio? Lu WearChando
against the weasel who controls since most of you were babies glued to your mother's tit!
Ezio began to listen with interest. One of the soldiers coGio a brick match and then angrily threw it. Bounced uselessly against the bars of the cage.
- Okay, you bastards!Bartolomeo cried hoarsely. Try to throw something against me! And I swear that once you are out of this cage will become my
mission to cut off the head of each and every one of you for meterosla then by those asses maricon you have all! And mixed up the heads, because
clearly, motherfuckers, that distinguish you attain your head from your ass!
The men below began to get angry in earnest. It was evidentPresident orders only prevented them from stab the man their pikes, or shooting arrows,
they still hanging helplessly on the cagesThe above their heads. But after awhile she had been there, Ezio had already noticed that the lock that closed the
cage door was relatively small. Bartolomeo's captors hoped that the cage was perched on top. Undoubtedly intended that the scorching sun of day and
cool night, coupled with dehydration and hunger, kill it, unless it collapsed and accepted before speaking. But by the looks of Bartholomew, it was
something I never do.
Ezio knew I had to act quickly. Guard patrol would come there soon. Triggered his poison dagger and moved with the speed and elegance of a wolf,
covering the distance in questionment of seconds. Stabbed to death group and slid into the hornsafter five of the men before the others realized what was
happening. Drew his sword, killed fiercely to resto, their vain lunges bouncing off the metal shield on his left forearm, while watching boquiabier
Bartolomeoto the scene. When he finally fell silent. Ezio turned and looked up.
- Can you jump from there? He asked.
"If you get me out, jump like a fucking flea.
Ezio took the sting from one of the dead soldiers. The tip was made of iron, not steel, and cast, not forged. Serve. Balancing it in his left hand, was
prepared, stooped and flung into the air to stick to the bars of the cage.
Bartholomew looked at him, her eyes going out of their sockets.
- How the hell did you do that? He asked.
-A training base, "said Ezio, with a tight smile.
Forced the tip of the spear through the end of the lock and turned it. He resisted at first, but eventually left. Ezio pulled the door open, hitting the ground
in freefall and tierrizando with the elegance of a cat.
"Now jump," he ordered. Fast.
- Who are you?
- Do not dawdle, come on!
Nervous, Bartolomeo steeled himself on the threshold of the open door of the cage and jumped. He landed heavily, with little encouragement, but when
Ezio helped him sit up, or pushed it away withGullo.
"I'm fine," he snorted. What happens is that I am not acostumBrado doing circus acts.- "No bones broken, then?