For seemingly the up-tenth time Malik looked behind him and into the far back seat. The three Rifters were sleeping in the back though only the youngest actually looked at all peaceful as he leaned against Ezio who had his head against the window. In the middle seat Parker and Pseudonym were also sleeping leaving just him and Night awake. Night was driving and Malik was his extra set of eyes.

"They're all still sleeping King," Night growled, "and they were still sleeping when you looked five minutes ago."

"I know," Malik huffed and sat back down strait in the passenger seat. It was well past midnight by now and nothing friendly was awake. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Hey, I don't really care. Volpe is paying us, actually paying us. So I don't care who or what they are, but you," he fixed Malik with a look, "are supposed to be looking out there," he waved a finger to the darkness, "and keeping me awake."

"Yeah, sorry," he said again, settling into the seat. "Just... Rifters Night, real Rifters, and they didn't try and kill us."

"Fuck I know right," Night said and rubbed his nose making the ring on it flare. "When Volpe told us it was Rifters I wont lie; I nearly shit myself," Malik snickered. "Then he told me how much he'd pay me, pay me, to get a team together and get them out of the country. Nearly shit myself again," Malik had to hold back his laughter. "And even at a twenty, forty split you three are making serious cash," he rubbed his fingers together. "Whoever Volpe has in his pocket with that kinda loot. Fuck I’d gladly kiss his shoes."

"Volpe always comes up with interesting things doesn't he?"

"Isn't that an understatement," Night snorted. "Also, you hear the news about the guy we took 'em from?"

"Who? He never gave his name," Malik swallowed.

Night blew a raspberry and Malik watched the speedometer creep up to a dangerous speed. "I'm not some dumb ass. That was Leonardo Vinci. Apparently that big wig Antonio's been talking up a storm about him. Says he found another genius," he said.

"Really? How do you know that?" it was an odd thing for a mover to know. Usually they were more worried about keeping their ear to the pulse of the slave trade and listening to diplomatic relations and the kennel bureau.

"My girl is into art, I saw it in one of her mags," Night shrugged.

"I see. Hey, slow it down Night, you're going real fast and I don't want to get pulled over with three Rifters in the back seat."

"Heh, sorry, got carried away," Night smirked and let off the gas pedal so they cruised down to a more manageable speed. "So what'ou think of our cargo?"

"The Rifters?" And Night nodded. "I dunno, kinda scary I guess. You see how tall they were?" Malik didn't have to fake bewilderment since he honestly was sort of bewildered by how tall Ezio and Altair were.

"Yeah, they look scary as hell too. All jaw and cheeks and eyes like hell. Bet they could break one of us in half without flinching," Night rambled. "I mean you know the stories. How easy do you think it would be for them to just murder us all and go on their way? I almost feel like Volpe didn't pay me enough for this bull shit."

"If they did they would have killed that man who bought them don't you think?" Malik asked. Part of him was annoyed with Night for thinking like that. Rifters weren't monsters, they were just people. Sure tall people who had training that let them kill you with one finger but still just people.

"I guess. Still gives me the creeps," Night shivered. "That's the two scary ones, Sicarius and Aquila though, what about the little one? Fuck what's his name...?"

"Divinus," Malik supplied.

"Yeah that one. What's his deal? He got all freaked out back when we stopped for dinner because Parker touched him."