Anyone who crosses an Assassin generally doesn't live to see another day. However, there is an exception to every rule...
Exception to the Rule
Ezio sat behind the large desk in the Assassin's headquarters in Constantinople. He was skimming over a few letters, occasionally referring to the map spread out over the desktop as he debated how many and which assassins to send in response to the various requests for aide. Yusuf and a few other assassins sat at the table in the opposite corner, eating lunch and sharing humorous stories.
Everyone instinctively glanced toward the entrance when they heard the door open, relaxing when one of their own descended the long staircase. Conversation petered off when two foreigners, a man and a woman, followed the assassin into the main hall.
"Yerman, what is this?" Yusuf asked, keeping his voice neutral as he stood. After all, outsiders generally weren't allowed inside the Assassin's Dens without a good reason.
"Forgive me, effendi