"You wanna take point, sounds good t'me, know you'll do fine. Here are two .45s. I know you've taken nimble ninja classes, but dere are times when a bullet is better."
He grinned and clapped the blond on the shoulder. "Get out of dis one alive. Dere's too much booze still in Venice."
He walked around to the eastern ornate wall and eyed it as old tricks came back. He began to to spring and acrobat up along smooth granite and away from cameras.
He peeking into the main entryway and chuckled. Seven or so fierce and professional looking blond women in well-tailors boy short-tuxes stood at different spots along the hallway and up the stairs, well armed with AK-47s and swords. Be easy on them, Darius, they're just doing their job.