-1Another dreary, rainy day in London. The city, with all of its bustling evening traffic, would seem quite normal to anyone who would look outside their window. But to one man, who was indeed standing and looking out his office window, this was no ordinary day at all.
Cornelius Fudge began slowly pacing back and forth in front of his window. The Minister of Magic was, to say the least, a bit anxious. He stopped wandering to stare impatiently at his desk phone.
" A watched pot never boils," he mumbled to himself after a few moments, and slowly began pacing again.
There was no other sound besides the Minister's heavy footsteps, until the silence was finally broken by a rather loud ring.
Fudge stopped, startled, but quickly answered the phone before it could finish its second ring.
"Hello?" He tried to sound calm and relaxed, but it didn't seem to fool the caller.
"Relax, Cornelius. I'm not going to bite your head off for calling in a favor."
Cornelius cringed. The could almost see the pleasant smile on his "friend's" face. Pleasant, but all the while threatening. He forced himself to sit down and try to relax.
"Fuehrer, I've been eagerly awaiting your call." Perhaps a direct approach would work best.
"Ah, yes, you wish for military aid, correct?"
" Yes," fudge breathed a sigh of relief. " I have plenty of Aurors at my disposal for the war, so I don't need troops." He paused briefly. " I was hoping for a few specialists who would be able to eliminate some pesky opponents."
"Ah, you want those sort of Alchemists. Now I understand."
"Will you be able to send anyone?" Fudge held his breath, praying he like the answer.
" I have three dogs, always chasing rabbits. Two are hounds, with superb abilities, but all three always bring home a kill. When would you like them shipped?"
Fudge could've danced with joy. " As soon as possible."
"The address?"
"King's Cross Station. Platform nine. How will I know them?"
"They'll find you, and will be addressing themselves as: Flame, Deadeye, and Fullmetal."
"And you're sure they're the best you have? We don't want targets to be alive and causing trouble when they're supposed to be dead."
"Don't worry….. Assassination is their specialty."
Cornelius couldn't help but become nervous after that statement. It was almost as if Fuhrer Bradley was trying to threaten him, and he didn't like it at all.
"W-When should I expect them?"
"One week. I'm sure you'll provide transportation?"
Author's note:
Please, please review for me. This is only a small portion of what I have so far,
Just to see if anyone's interested in this. I know this chapter's pretty uneventful, but the next chapter will go to what's going on with Edward, just in case there's some confusion. This is a first for me, so please, helpful reviews?