Adair stormed into the lobby of the Brotherhood's building, dubbed 'Masyaf' by the students. ACE Bar and Lounge was what the rest of the world knew it to be. It was a lively place, but with extremely high security. Adair chewed on her lip as she passed the guards, then hissed the password to the bartender. She gained her access and passed through. She entered the dimly lit carpeted, cramped hallway and pulled off her gloves, shoving them into her coat pockets. Then, she rounded the corner into the main hall, where she found Bellona talking casually to, of course, Master Assassin Altaïr Ibn-la'Ahad. Adair opened her mouth, fishing around for the right words to use, when out of no where, Thatcher appeared and unleashed his fury.
"YOU!" He cried, pulling Bellona to him. "I don't know what the fuck that stunt you pulled back there was, but let-me-tell-you if you do so once more, I'll single-handedly beat your miserable-"
"-Order!" Altaïr shouted, standing between the two. Thatcher stepped back. AltaÏr glanced to him. "What is this banter for?"
"I'LL tell you," snarled Adair from the entrance. "She sabotaged our mission." She looked to Thatcher, who raised his head in recognition.
"How so?" Altaïr questioned.
"It's not my fault you didn't get your job done," Bellona sneered to Adair.
"It would have been if you hadn't jumped in," Adair retorted. "Master, I'll have you know I was stalking our target, when for no reason, Bellona darted in, spooking our victiim and making him run when I could have just stolen the files and ran."
"She was NOT assigned to this mission," Thatcher reinforced. "Meaning she abandoned her objective to claim ours!"
"I got it done," Bellona protested. "I finished mine and cleaned yours up too."
"Nevertheless, she meddled with us," Adair said, straightening her back. "Master, she compromised the mission. She is a Backup. Aside from her leaving her designated place, she performed an action meant for a Runner."
Altaïr gazed dully to Bellona. "You and I will talk further. First, what of our target?"
"Locked away in the cells. I sedated him peacefully, as our code demands."
"Our code demands we do not harm the innocent," Thatcher murmured.
"Adair, Thatcher, leave us," Altaïr dismissed the two.
The duo turned on their heels and left.
"He better do us justice," Thatcher growled.
"He will," Adair replied, removing her overcoat. "He's sensible."
"I don't know what she was thinking," Thatcher stewed, his steps heavy. "She better get some form if punishment for this."