"The scary part?" Alfonso started to say, exhaling smoke - hardly the shy champagne boy they saw inside. "No idea."

Adamo straightened himself up in his seat as the car became steady, strapping in. He preened his suit, frowning at the dirt and dust all over it. He gave Vico's own attire a similarly sad look.

"Not a hard guess to say they're Abstergo agents," Adamo piped in, much less dramatic than his partner up front. "They must've caught on."