Marcius’s Revenge

"It is done."

Marcius did not look up from the large map he was currently looking at when he heard the voice of his personal assassin, Adrian Sulla. He just nodded his head, signaling for the man to continue.

"The guards protecting the smuggling area of the Mediolan dock were killed to the last man. The carts and the ships were left at the exact location, anchored and unassuming. Comes tomorrow morning, the authorities of the city will no doubt find them as I left them." Adrian continued, as he slowly came out from the darkness of the shadows he was hiding within.

"Excellent." This time, Marcius moved his gaze away from the map and directed it toward the assassin.

"What about the goods?"

Adrian threw a small grey ring onto the table that housed the large map Marcius had kept in his office.