The objective, of course, is to hide. Kovacs knows he's at a disadvantage-- this is Ezio's city, he practically screams it-- but that's why the trial is worth it. The attempt. He doesn't intend to win. If anything, as always, he intends to make losing ugly.

Over one ridge in the roofing, like a giant snake refusing to coil, and around a corner- Kovacs stops on a balcony, and shuffles into a strangely decorated room. Its upholstery, fashion, everything, is entirely unfamiliar to Kovacs, but that doesn't mean it's useless. He begins pulling the blankets off the nearby bed, knowing he has little time.