Berlusconi Mansion
Roma
00:00 Local Time
As the two members of the Knight's Conclave sat there, awaiting the disgraced and retired politician that owned the mansion to return, They discussed, almost deviously.
"The Shooter you sent, what is-"
"He Failed. And though the Carabinieri would be simple enough for him to escape, those two Knight-Captains with the Sentinel-"
"The Sentinel was there?" The well-dressed man, wearing a pin on his lapel matching the coat of Arms of the city of Venice, showed obvious disappointment. "Does he know?"
The two sighed, both knowing what it meant if the Sentinel did know, though the man wearing a jogging suit seemed confident.
"Impossible, He would not have-" suddenly both of them heard shouting outside,
"Our mutual friend has told me what you've done, and I do not approve of this- Wait, what are you!?" They heard a howl, followed by a muffled gunshot, a scuffle, and another gunshot.
Another of their colleagues, wearing the uniform of a Carabinieri, walked in before throwing the mansion's owner to the floor, a literal smoking gun in his hand, and a hole in his head.
"It Seemed our fearless leader took issue with my methods. Seeing as we are what's left of the presiding council, does anyone oppose my taking his place?" Neither of the two men sitting down dared raise their objections, and both shook their heads no.
"Good. Now to business." The began plotting their next action, in response to their recent success, as well as their recent failure.
Roma
00:00 Local Time
As the two members of the Knight's Conclave sat there, awaiting the disgraced and retired politician that owned the mansion to return, They discussed, almost deviously.
"The Shooter you sent, what is-"
"He Failed. And though the Carabinieri would be simple enough for him to escape, those two Knight-Captains with the Sentinel-"
"The Sentinel was there?" The well-dressed man, wearing a pin on his lapel matching the coat of Arms of the city of Venice, showed obvious disappointment. "Does he know?"
The two sighed, both knowing what it meant if the Sentinel did know, though the man wearing a jogging suit seemed confident.
"Impossible, He would not have-" suddenly both of them heard shouting outside,
"Our mutual friend has told me what you've done, and I do not approve of this- Wait, what are you!?" They heard a howl, followed by a muffled gunshot, a scuffle, and another gunshot.
Another of their colleagues, wearing the uniform of a Carabinieri, walked in before throwing the mansion's owner to the floor, a literal smoking gun in his hand, and a hole in his head.
"It Seemed our fearless leader took issue with my methods. Seeing as we are what's left of the presiding council, does anyone oppose my taking his place?" Neither of the two men sitting down dared raise their objections, and both shook their heads no.
"Good. Now to business." The began plotting their next action, in response to their recent success, as well as their recent failure.
