Ezio clutched his head as a glint caught his eye. He turned to see a group of gang members aiming their rifles at him, but Ezio wasn't afraid. Instead, he was furious that they had
killed the vice president. In an instant, he lunged forward, his movement breaking the limits
of speed itself, and before any of the gang members could fire, Ezio's scythe had already
reaped them. Trembling, one of the gang members tried to retreat from the Ancient Reaper.
Ezio was in no mood for mercy. His roar shook dimensions as he ordered him to stop backing
away and face his end, his voice rising with fury as he wanted more answers. Before he could get
what he wanted, the gang member stumbled back in fear, falling toward a pink dagger. His body
convulsed, and then he died. Ezio lunged forward to uncover what had happened, but the gang member fell against him, forcing him off balance. He stumbled, and darkness took over completely as he lost consciousness. When Ezio regained his senses, he looked around only to find a pink letter. He knelt to pick it up and read it. Figures. Now Ezio knew he had to secure his position.