(Time Skip - One Day After the Attack)

Assassins:

Thomas paced the room, cracking his knuckled and flicking his hidden blade in and out. Sure, the attack was... half-successful. Thomas hoped that his fellow Assassins hadn't learned that it was a rescue mission as well as a real attack. The one they were rescuing had disappeared. He had left no trace. Seemed even Jeremiah didn't know where he was. He had a partially wounded Assassin, and the rest to worry about. He figured that they'd done wonderfully, though, and summoned them to the meeting room. Time to reward them.

Templar: 

Jeremiah slammed his fist into the table, making all things on it shake and clang around. 

"I brought you here," he growled, "to dispose of these Assassins. So WHY ARE THEY STILL ALIVE? WE LOST OUR DAMN CAPTIVE AS WELL! AND WHO'SE FAULT IS THIS?" His voice echoed through the room.

His body was covered in a large wrap, covering his wound from the showdown with the Assassin. His eyes were cold and angry, like daggers piercing the skin at each glance.