This is my first Max the Mercenary fic, look for others if you like this
one. I own every character in this story that doesn't attend Hogwarts or
work there.
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It was a dark and stormy night, and Max was on the phone with a possible client, if he took another job. "I need your help, Max" the guy on the phone said. "There are a hoard of the ugliest undead zombies headed for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
"Is this about the Zombie part or the ugly part" replied Max, unsure of how to proceed. "What exactly do you want me to do"?
"Somehow, I don't care how, get rid of them, I don't care if they breach the school, but remember, the magic the wizards and witches use won't have a long-lasting effect on them, you have to really get them". Then he hung up.
"TIM, WE GOT A JOB!" Max shouted defiantly. He hadn't had had a job in a really long time, and was really hoping for one. Tim came down, looking happy. "Have you ever heard of a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry", he asked.
"Yes, I have but it's really hard to get in, we may have some work to do," Tim said. Tim was Max's partner and apprentice. He had a knack or using a gun, and was thought by some to be a Necromage, someone who could predict the future. "What day is it?"
"August 17th" Max replied, unsure why this had any importance. He was like that a lot. "Why does that matter?"
"A train going non-stop to Hogwarts leaves on September 7th every year. It is extremely important that we catch this train, or our assignment goes down the shit." Tim said, noticing a small tension building in the conversation.
"Then we have 3 weeks before the train leaves, so that should give us plenty of time to get ready", Max said. Tim noticed the tension leave.
"What exactly.is the mission anyway?" Tim asked this question with mixed feelings.
"Zombies are threatening to take over Hogwarts and we are being paid about 30grand to prevent this" Max realized at this point the undead were not easy opponents. They would take massive hard hitting to fall. Luckily, this is where Tim relieved that.
"Good, I'm a Zombie expert, I can teach you in about a week anything someone would need to know about killing Zombies". Tm began a small chuckle, knowing how he would teach Max.
"How would teach me?" Max asked, confused again.
"You want to know? Fine, when not on a mission, I play Timesplitters 2, one of my favorite shooting games. Zombies are featured in it, and I never go through a non-busy day without shooting off a few heads at Notre Dame. I suspect that real Zombies shouldn't be much different."
"For the sake of the mission, I hope you're right" Max said.
"Don't worry, it's two people with.brains" Tim stopped there. "I wonder if these zombies are more like the brain-dead ones or the ones with somewhat of a brain." Tim stood there and suddenly left, then shouted from the adjacent room "come on, we have work to do."
"All right, but I'm hungry, let's eat"
"OK, but our schedule is pretty tight"
"I know"
So after enjoying Chinese food for about 40 minutes, they decided to begin to form a plan.
"We need to somehow infiltrate the train somehow without being seen" Tim said.
"We just simply walk up to them and tell them we're zombie hunters trying to save the school" Max replied confidently, thinking this would work.
"I can give you 3 good reasons why that wouldn't work" Tim replied.
"Then let's hear them" Max said with tension building
"1. They wouldn't start the train if the kids were in danger 2. They wouldn't let us on without a ticket anyway 3. We're, in their language, muggles"
"So what do you suppose we do about transportation?" Max asked.
"We perch on the roof where no one would think of looking, then hop off when everyone's gone." Tim replied, sounding victorious.
"And going through the school?" Max asked.
". . ." Tim didn't have a response for this.
"Just as I thought, this can't be done, we'll have to resign from this assignment" Max said, defeated.
Tim stood up very suddenly, shocking Max. He had a death glare in his eyes. "This assignment is too good to pass up, we can find a way, even if it means exposing ourselves." He said very confidently. He then sat down again, awaiting a response.
"WHAT!" Max said with anger. "WE CAN'T EXPOSE OURSELVES, IT'S WAY TOO RISKY!" Max then had a stroke of brilliance pass his way. "This is what we do. You pass us off as the co-teachers for a Necromancy class. People say you're somewhat of a necromage, this could work, we do that and not during classes we hunt".
"No, that would be a problem, they'd kill if they found out what we were doing, and the mission goes down the shit." Then Tim had a stroke of brilliance. "We plant security cameras around the school and camp out outside and make sure that the zombies remain at bay." Tim stopped, realizing he was preaching again.
"That brilliant, that might just work, but can we hammer out the details tomorrow, I need some sleep". Max yawned after saying that.
"Sure Max, in fact I'll join you. Good night."
"Good night". And at that, Tim and Max went into their beds and rested for tomorrow.
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Well, that was long and frustrating, but I'm glad it's out.
Review, but don't mock me, I had to really think this up.
Also, I don't know what the length of future chapters will be, so bear with me.
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It was a dark and stormy night, and Max was on the phone with a possible client, if he took another job. "I need your help, Max" the guy on the phone said. "There are a hoard of the ugliest undead zombies headed for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".
"Is this about the Zombie part or the ugly part" replied Max, unsure of how to proceed. "What exactly do you want me to do"?
"Somehow, I don't care how, get rid of them, I don't care if they breach the school, but remember, the magic the wizards and witches use won't have a long-lasting effect on them, you have to really get them". Then he hung up.
"TIM, WE GOT A JOB!" Max shouted defiantly. He hadn't had had a job in a really long time, and was really hoping for one. Tim came down, looking happy. "Have you ever heard of a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry", he asked.
"Yes, I have but it's really hard to get in, we may have some work to do," Tim said. Tim was Max's partner and apprentice. He had a knack or using a gun, and was thought by some to be a Necromage, someone who could predict the future. "What day is it?"
"August 17th" Max replied, unsure why this had any importance. He was like that a lot. "Why does that matter?"
"A train going non-stop to Hogwarts leaves on September 7th every year. It is extremely important that we catch this train, or our assignment goes down the shit." Tim said, noticing a small tension building in the conversation.
"Then we have 3 weeks before the train leaves, so that should give us plenty of time to get ready", Max said. Tim noticed the tension leave.
"What exactly.is the mission anyway?" Tim asked this question with mixed feelings.
"Zombies are threatening to take over Hogwarts and we are being paid about 30grand to prevent this" Max realized at this point the undead were not easy opponents. They would take massive hard hitting to fall. Luckily, this is where Tim relieved that.
"Good, I'm a Zombie expert, I can teach you in about a week anything someone would need to know about killing Zombies". Tm began a small chuckle, knowing how he would teach Max.
"How would teach me?" Max asked, confused again.
"You want to know? Fine, when not on a mission, I play Timesplitters 2, one of my favorite shooting games. Zombies are featured in it, and I never go through a non-busy day without shooting off a few heads at Notre Dame. I suspect that real Zombies shouldn't be much different."
"For the sake of the mission, I hope you're right" Max said.
"Don't worry, it's two people with.brains" Tim stopped there. "I wonder if these zombies are more like the brain-dead ones or the ones with somewhat of a brain." Tim stood there and suddenly left, then shouted from the adjacent room "come on, we have work to do."
"All right, but I'm hungry, let's eat"
"OK, but our schedule is pretty tight"
"I know"
So after enjoying Chinese food for about 40 minutes, they decided to begin to form a plan.
"We need to somehow infiltrate the train somehow without being seen" Tim said.
"We just simply walk up to them and tell them we're zombie hunters trying to save the school" Max replied confidently, thinking this would work.
"I can give you 3 good reasons why that wouldn't work" Tim replied.
"Then let's hear them" Max said with tension building
"1. They wouldn't start the train if the kids were in danger 2. They wouldn't let us on without a ticket anyway 3. We're, in their language, muggles"
"So what do you suppose we do about transportation?" Max asked.
"We perch on the roof where no one would think of looking, then hop off when everyone's gone." Tim replied, sounding victorious.
"And going through the school?" Max asked.
". . ." Tim didn't have a response for this.
"Just as I thought, this can't be done, we'll have to resign from this assignment" Max said, defeated.
Tim stood up very suddenly, shocking Max. He had a death glare in his eyes. "This assignment is too good to pass up, we can find a way, even if it means exposing ourselves." He said very confidently. He then sat down again, awaiting a response.
"WHAT!" Max said with anger. "WE CAN'T EXPOSE OURSELVES, IT'S WAY TOO RISKY!" Max then had a stroke of brilliance pass his way. "This is what we do. You pass us off as the co-teachers for a Necromancy class. People say you're somewhat of a necromage, this could work, we do that and not during classes we hunt".
"No, that would be a problem, they'd kill if they found out what we were doing, and the mission goes down the shit." Then Tim had a stroke of brilliance. "We plant security cameras around the school and camp out outside and make sure that the zombies remain at bay." Tim stopped, realizing he was preaching again.
"That brilliant, that might just work, but can we hammer out the details tomorrow, I need some sleep". Max yawned after saying that.
"Sure Max, in fact I'll join you. Good night."
"Good night". And at that, Tim and Max went into their beds and rested for tomorrow.
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Well, that was long and frustrating, but I'm glad it's out.
Review, but don't mock me, I had to really think this up.
Also, I don't know what the length of future chapters will be, so bear with me.