Characters: Ezio and people on Silvana Content: Ezio has just landed aboard the Silvana in his little plane Setting: Silvana's hangar Time: is relative Warnings: Ezio
Ezio de Firenze -- no, Ezio Auditore. What a strange happenstance that he should board the vessel chosen by Sherlock Holmes. What could the man be doing here? Holmes wondered as he strode briskly down to the hangar. The man was a wanted murderer. He had been on the run for ten years. Why would he resurface now?
Holmes needed answers, both to these questions and to older ones left unsolved for a decade. He slowed his pace as he approached the open hangar door, and leaned against the frame with perfect nonchalance. "Well, well! This really is a turnup for the books, isn't it?" he said, tipping his hat to the visitor. "Ezio....de Firenze, is it? Fancy meeting you here." His entire manner was casual, all but his eyes. They were sharp, taking in every detail of the newcomer's appearance: his stance, his manner, and other more mundane things like the cut of his clothes, dirt on his nails, and potential places for hidden weapons.
That got a chuckle out of Holmes, lightening the mood effectively. "Splendid!" he said, chuckling. Though the detective still did not trust Ezio completely, he was willing to give the man's story a chance.
After all, Holmes had reason to dislike organized crime above other kinds.
"If you've been taking notes," he added wryly, "then you truly have changed, old schoolmate. I have misjudged you." His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Well..." Ezio said, a bit caught when it came to having notes. "Not the... written down kind of notes. I felt this was too dangerous to put to paper, or on these new difference engines." Ezio explained. The less permanent record there was of his illegal activities, the better.
He also hadn't changed in that regard from when they had been in school. The only papers on the matter were those Ezio had taken from his targets, and they were safely back in his room at his uncle's villa.
"I have run out of leads," Ezio informed Holmes, "I was out here investigating another group. They might not even be related, but it's the best I have right now."
"If this group is as dangerous as you say they are, that is a wise decision," Holmes replied, a bit more serious -- though he was amused that some things never changed. "But discussing this will take time, and I for one am freezing to the bone. Shall we go back inside?" he suggested, resisting the urge to hug his arms to him against the cold.
Holmes needed answers, both to these questions and to older ones left unsolved for a decade. He slowed his pace as he approached the open hangar door, and leaned against the frame with perfect nonchalance. "Well, well! This really is a turnup for the books, isn't it?" he said, tipping his hat to the visitor. "Ezio....de Firenze, is it? Fancy meeting you here." His entire manner was casual, all but his eyes. They were sharp, taking in every detail of the newcomer's appearance: his stance, his manner, and other more mundane things like the cut of his clothes, dirt on his nails, and potential places for hidden weapons.
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After all, Holmes had reason to dislike organized crime above other kinds.
"If you've been taking notes," he added wryly, "then you truly have changed, old schoolmate. I have misjudged you." His blue eyes twinkled mischievously.
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He also hadn't changed in that regard from when they had been in school. The only papers on the matter were those Ezio had taken from his targets, and they were safely back in his room at his uncle's villa.
"I have run out of leads," Ezio informed Holmes, "I was out here investigating another group. They might not even be related, but it's the best I have right now."
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