The fist barreling towards Adam was caught and pushed to the side, throwing the attacker off guard before he responded with a returning punch, colliding with the student with a loud clap. The student was knocked back and Adam brought his leg up, catching him in the chest and knocking him off his feet to the ground. The mat beneath them rippled slightly and settled again.

"Very good, Joseph." The former mentor told him, putting a hand down and lifting him up. "You were relentless and evenly matched, until you forgot your guard."

Joseph shared an amusing laugh and nodded, taking it in stride and shaking Adams hand. "Well, I learned from you. It should be expected."

Adam rolled his eyes towards the door and halted, seeing a familiar person stood there. Accompanied by a woman he had not seen before. He glanced to the student and held up a hand, holding him in place for a moment.

"Silver, if you managed to get in here you must live up to your full name." Adam told him, raising a brow and tilting his head curiously, eyes flickering to the woman beside him before flickering back. "I wasn't even sure if you would appear again following Seras death."

Some time ago

Adam stood quietly near the crematorium. Sera had just been burned up and he was waiting for the box of ashes to make it's way to him. He sighed quietly and glanced over to the friends who had come with him, Assassins who had met Sera at England. He would have invited more, but many of them had turned their backs on her or passed.

And in a way, the fact it was a private matter suited him well, they hadn't lived the most private of lives, so it was nice to have this moment at least.

He glanced to Silver, stood equally as quiet (though he had no choice) watching the doors of the funeral home. He glanced to Adam and then looked away again, not wholly in the mood to talk to the man who had played a part in her death. As far as he was concerned.

Silver ran a hand through his hair and checked his phone, looking for any messages or job hits for him. The only one he could find was news that his old partners body was now back under the possession of the Chicago PD. He had less concern for him, emotional detachment came easy in most cases. Except for this one.

The door opening with a click took attention, a dozen pairs of eyes turned to a small shrewd woman with a nose that could only be described as ratlike took several steps across the gravel path and passed Adam a box, before turning away without so much as a 'I'm sorry'

Silver looked at the box in contemplation, before turning away and leaving the funeral home, having nothing to say, no way to say anything and not wanting to cause a possible argument. Something that looks silly with sign language.

The Present

Through a combination of hand movements and translating from his companion, something started to form. It was revealed that Sera had of course left him her possessions in her will, leaving him with journals and files and the house she had taken up residence in. He'd already arranged for the school to have been made aware of her death, hiring someone in the PD to tamper with evidence and files.

It turns out, one of the files in particular gave information on Seras handlers. Her supervisors in the Templar, her orders and how she betrayed them. But a lot of it was missing, her laptop in particular which would likely hold far more relevant information to the subject in question.

Adam scratched his jaw, clicking his tongue and thinking quietly on the matter for a while. "Well then, I guess we need to find the laptop. I suggest starting with Chip, in NYC. I don’t really want to go to the Middle East."

Silver watched him for a moment, before nodding and turning on his heel. The mentor, or rather, former mentor, watched him leave. And then turned back to Joseph, going back to sparring with him.

"Who was that?" The apprentice asked, ducking a left hook.

"Zans brother. Mercenary. Mute. Not impartial to torture."

"Mute? Does that even work?"

"It works well. People trust a man who doesn't talk."