[h1]Ancona, Italy[/h1]
[h2]December 1st, 1936[/h2]
	Lorenzo Tripani buttoned up his brown wool coat as he look at himself in the mirror. He was young, but had that look about him that made it clear that he had no aversion to hard work. Lorenzo took a quick glance at his pocket watch, [i]11:30 AM[/i]. Normally he'd have been at work hours ago but today was different. Today King Nicola IV was coming to town to christen the maiden voyage of the newest capitol ship in the Italian navy, the Ancona. Lorenzo had been looking forward to this day for almost two weeks, not because he loved the king and wanted to bask in his glorious presence, no. He hated the king, he hated the monarchy, just as many Italians did and he was hellbent on bringing it to it's knees. He stuffed the watch into his pocket and opened the drawer to his nightstand. Within the cheaply made piece of furniture, buried under clothes and his family bible that his mother had given him before she passed, laid the Baretta Model 1915 that his father gifted to him on his sixteenth birthday. Lorenzo looked at the deadly piece of metal and shook with nervousness as he picked it up. He had never been nervous when holding a gun before, but he had never intended to shoot a king before either. He quickly hid it away in his coat, almost afraid someone would see him with it, even though no one was there to look. He took one last look into the mirror sharply held his hand high in a salute as he said proudly, "Gloria in Italia!". That saying had become a popular one in the Italian nationalist movement, the Black Hand, and Lorenzo had been proud to shout it whenever he got the chance.With his things all set Lorenzo patted at the spot where he had tucked his gun in and took in a deep breath as he stepped out the door of his apartment and began his walk down to the docks.

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