The day seemed average upon surveillance of the area. A good day for a mission. Altair was still alert, back straight and shoulders even, because you never knew who would make an enemy out of you. No one gave them second glances, as far as the assassin could tell; couldn't possibly look at them and know they were assigned to kill.

Upon reaching the stables, Altair leaped off the horse, pulling him by the reigns under the awning. He tied the horse to the rail, looking to Malik.

"Let us make haste."