The lobby door slid open, held by a young man of no more than twenty in an olive officer's uniform, as entered Ezio, thirty-something and tall, the sharp effect of his grey suit dulled and blunted by the worn and bloody combat boots and the utility belt with a very clearly empty holster slung at his side.
They exchanged a scant breath of words before Ezio proceeded to the secretary's desk, his very best charmer smile plastered along his face.
He gave a short and curt bow before speaking,
"Buon giorno, mon Signorina. I am the Conte Della Francesca, here to see Doctor Holiday and Mr. Stow. If you would be so kind as to inform them of my arrival and guide me there?"
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|