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Somewhere in China, near the India border, that's all he was sure of for the time. Romeo had long ago thrown away his map and now went on instinct alone. It seemed a bit harder for his followers to adjust to his way of thinking, but that didn't surprise him. Alexander had been with him now for nearly a year. He was a good student, and reminded him of an old friend he hadn't seen in over ten years now, and doubted he'd ever see the man again. Zhao, on the other hand, was a bit of a handful, but then again Romeo himself had been in a similar place when Master Yang had found him, so he tried not to give the newest student a hard time.

From what Romeo could read of the signs they were headed for some sort of a national forest, which lay just on the other side of the India border. He had grown adept at reading other languages, as well as speaking them, since he left his old life behind. As the forest gets closer, he gets the feeling that he and his two students are being followed, then remembers why.

It's been over a month now since the last attack. Zhao wasn't around at the time, so he might not realize it, but Alexander might be thinking of the same thing, Romeo thinks to himself, remaining quiet as ever during their journey. When we reach the forests, that will probably be when they strike. Will it be a single assassin this time, or a group? If they've learned about Zhao then perhaps more than usual...

"We'll be making camp soon," He finally says aloud, crossing his arms and looking over to the students, "It's going to be another night under the stars, but maybe tomorrow we'll make it to a town. The last sign I saw said it was a national forest, but I'm sure they won't miss enough game to fill our bellies for the night." He gives the two of them a smile, then glances back down the way they'd come, an old and dusty road with little traffic. Right away nothing seemed out of the ordinary, however at a second glance he was able to catch just the tail of a black cloak passing between two buildings, a man slipping into the shadows.