"I quit."

Dan looked up from his book. Odd, he hadn't heard the door open. In a trailer this small, you'd think it was impossible to miss anything.

"Ah, Rose. Back already?" He asked as he saw the drip wet girl. "Yeah." She said, grabbing a towel. "And I ain't going back. Seriously, why can't you go?"

Dan grinned and shrugged. "American." He pointed his thumbs at himself. "They hear it in an instant."

"What about Lyana?"

"She's Indian. Come on Rose, you're our home town girl. Thought you'd be overjoyed to be back at your home-base after being away for, what, two years?"

Rose sat down next to him and dripping water everywhere in the process Dan scowled but Rose seemed unconcerned. Of course she was. She wasn't the one who had to clean that up later.

"Three and a half. And long it has been. I don't even know what my niece looks like."

She wrung out her hair, watching as a small puddle gathered on the ground.

"Quit it will ya? We're supposed to work as professionals here, and that means we've got to keep everything clean."
Rose rolled her eyes and hoisted her muddied boots up on the table. "Don't give me that shit, Dan. I'm twenty-one, not a fucking elderly. I'm allowed to make a mess."

And she got to the swearing. Merlin, and people said he was vulgar.

"So, that bad?" Dan asked.

"Worse, pass me a beer, will ya?"

Dan almost stood up, until he noticed Rose's smirk. "Wait a minute." He said, and pointed his finger at her in accusation. "I am supposed to be your superior."

"No you're not." Rose said. "I resigned about a minute ago. You might have missed it, busy as you were freaking out about your duties as maid."

Dan wondered if she was once again introducing him with her black, unfunny humour. "You can't resign Rosie." He said in the same voice he used when talking to someone on the edge of blowing himself and everyone around him up.

"Yes I can." Rose began wriggling herself out of her wet clothes. "God, I hate the English weather. I forgot how fucking bleak and wet it was."

"Cloud should have been here for that one." Someone murmured behind Dan.

Silently cursing himself for being snuck up on for the second time that night, Dan shot up and turning around, pointing the gun that had materialised in his hand at the forehead of the stranger.
"Oh, it's just you." Dan said. Mieke raised an eyebrow and swatted his gun away. "It's rude to point." She scolded.

"Maybe you should punish-"

Rose groaned loudly. "Shut up. I'm going to be seriously ill if you two keep talking."
Mieke chuckled and threw something at Rose, hitting her straight between the eyes. "Your beer." She said.

"So, why is she in such a good mood?" Mieke asked Dan. Dan shrugged. "Beats me. When I asked, she nearly tore me head off."

"You didn't ask." Rose huffed.

"And she nearly bit my head off when I did my job and pointed out she shouldn't make a mess." He pouted. Mieke threw her head back and laughed. "She does have quite the temper."

"I am right here, you know."

"She does, doesn't she?" Dan agreed. "I find it scary."
Mieke sat down in his chair and shrugged. "Well, it could be a lot worse. I know someone who shot anyone who annoyed him without warning."

Rose puffed out her cheeks and said "And I can hear you."

Dan ignored it and looked at the wall. He wished there were windows inside the trailer that had been assigned to them instead of metal everywhere. It gave the feeling of claustrophobia.

"So why did you quit?" he asked, serious once more.

Rose turned serious as well. "I don't want to be here." She said, and looked away. "I don't want to be in Great Britain, let stand in London."

Dan frowned and exchanged a look with Mieke.

"Why not?" She asked.

Rose flicked her hair out of her face, suddenly irritated. "Does it matter? I quit. And It's possible. I ain't your property, Was told I could stop whenever I wanted."

"Rose, keep that shit to yourself. We both know you ain't going to quit, so just spit it out and we'll try to help you as best as we can so we can get on with this mission." Dan said.

Rose glared at him and scraped her boots over the carpet. Dan watched the mud stuck to it with wide eyes and a hopeless sound escaped his lips.

"Cruel." He whimpered

"Okay, I'll let you why." Rose said hotly, her cheeks had turned the familiar shade of anger. "I was sent out to patrol London and I ran into three people I knew and saw five others. There is no way I can do my job when I am constantly interrupted by people who insist on stopping me and telling me how good I look and asking me how my tour around the world went and if I knew that O my god there was a bombing near where you were staying in Gabon, did you notice anything." She mimicked a high shrill voice.

"No, I didn't notice a fucking thing. It wasn't like a civil war fucking broke out over it or anything." She said bitterly.

Mieke nodded. "Okay, I get it." She said without a trace of sympathy in her voice. "But your job isn't being a shadow, that's mine and Lyana's job. And Dan and Cloud are the ones that are supposed to keep a low profile. You, you're job is the opposite."

Rose spat. "Yeah, I know. Return home, be a happy girl, find any targets hiding in the higher ranks and take them out."

"Exactly, so what's the problem?"

"That they are still the same, Mieke. I don't fucking know how to talk to them any more I ran into my best friend from school today, and all I was, was irritated that she was still this naive little thing that still whispered the word Voldemort and swallowed any curse word."

"And you ain't that any more." Dan finished.

"I ain't that." Rose agreed. "Fuck, I never used the word ain't... Or fuck for that matter."

"Well..." Mieke said. "It couldn't hurt for you to clean up your language a bit. Dan influenced it too much."

"Oh, yeah, blame me." Dan scowled. "Very mature. It's her fault that she copied it, and she curses more than me."
"And who taught her those curse words?" Mieke crossed her arms.
Dan shrugged. "Life?"

"So, anyway." Rose said forcefully, feeling the tension between Mieke and Dan build. "I can't go back to my family like this. They'll ask questions, questions I can't -or more specifically, aren't allowed to - answer."
Mieke stood up and walked towards the one desk in the little trailer. She picked up some files. "Lets see.."

"Rose Weasley, Daughter of Ronald Weasley, Deputy-head-auror, and Hermione Weasey -Head of the department of law enforcement. Niece of Harry potter - Head of the auror office, Niece of Percy Weasley - Senior under secretary of the minister of magic, Acquaintance of Bentley Key -Minister of Magic, Niece of George Weasley - Co-finder and Owner of the mutational Weasley Wizards Wheezes . Need I go on?"

She glanced up and looked straight at Rose, who was scowling in return.
"There is no one else for this slot, and You know as well as we do what is at stake."

Rose shrugged.

"You can't bail out on us now because it's going to be hard. We know it isn't easy."
"Ain't no perfect mission for us either." Dan added.
"But you can't stop because of that, there is none else for this job."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Then find someone. They're good in finding people, you should know."

"Stop being so melodramatic Rose." Mieke said.

"I am allowed to be so, I had a horrible day."

"And stop making excuses."

Rose refused to answer after that.
The silence stretched while Mieke and Dan stared at Rose - who was looking around the trailer - willing her to speak, to answer.

"Any suspects?" She asked, seeing the notes hanging above the desk.

Dan shrugged. "Some. Not many. Well, they're more wild guesses to be truthful."

"Well, you can scratch him." Rose stood up and tore a few notes from the wall. "I know him. He ain't what we're looking for."
"Isn't." Mieke corrected.
Rose arched an eyebrow.
"He isn't. You've got to clean up your language, you said so yourself. Start now."

Rose sighed. "I told you, I am not doing this. I resigned. I'm sure there's someone better for this job than me."

Mieke completely ignored it. She walked to Rose and took the paper. "You're kidding." She said. "He was the one who I was most sure about."
Dan briefly debated if it was worth standing up for, and concluded that whatever they were discussing would never be worth the physical strain of standing up and walking over there.

"What?" Rose said. "Don't trust me? I know him. He wouldn't even consider shoplifting."
"Well, We ain't talking about shoplifting, now, are we?" Dan asked. "So, who are the ladies talking about?"

"The Malfoy boy." Mieke said, holding up a picture of a boy in his early twenties. His pale skin and paler hair gave him an
odd look. Dan suspected he was the sort of man that could never fade into the background.

"He's friends with my cousin, Al. they've been attached to hip since school."

Dan smiled crookedly.
"But you haven't seen him in, what, three years?" He said, sensing his chance.

"Three years and seven months." Rose said reluctantly.

"That's some time." Mieke whistled. Rose shrugged.

"I would trust you on your word, but one can change that time." Dan slid a small case out from under the couch and opened it.

Rose shrugged. "But one's nature doesn't."

Dan examined the content of the case briefly.

France provider; Nexter.
Content; FR F2 Sniper Rifle, MAC-50 Semi-automatic pistol. Pamas G1 Semi-automatic pistol, FAMAS assault rifle. Enough ammunition to last them at least three months.

"If you would have more current information and construct your trust on that information I would trust you in a heartbeat." Dan continued. "Looks like we got the weapons the French muggle infantry carry."

"Cloud will be delighted." Mieke said.

Rose crumpled the note in her hands in frustration. "And what if my family find out I work here? I ain't taking- "
"I'm not." Mieke corrected.
"the blame if they find out. I told you I'm not up for this one."

Dan shrugged and closed the case. "Do your best and I'm sure you'll do fine. They'll understand that you changed. They probably changed as well."

Rose sniffed. "So you'll take the blame?" She asked.

Dan handed her the case. "I'll take the blame. I want weekly reports, I'll find you a job. You have to do the rest. Now, don't let anyone find these." He mentioned to the case.

Rose stared from it to him in utter shock. "I have to go now?"

Dan nodded. "If you have any questions, call us the muggle way. Come here only when you have no other choice, or if you need a safe heaven and there aren't any other ones."

Rose bit her lip. "Can't I say goodbye to Cloud and Lyana?"
Dan shook her head. "You said you met your friend from school, right?"

Rose nodded. "Yeah, you're right. She probably already told my family." She looked at Mieke, who was watching Rose with a forced smile.
"I'll miss you." Rose said. Dan had caught her off guard, he realised. She didn't know how to react to his quick dismissal.

Mieke nodded once, trying to uphold her armour of being a professional. It didn't stand for long and within a few moments, the sensitive girl broke through as Mieke flung her arms around Rose.
"Please, don't do anything stupid like getting yourself killed, Rose. I've grown too attached to you to lose you now." She sobbed into Rose's hair.

Five minutes later, Rose was gone.

"I hope she pulls it off." Mieke said, concern undeniable in her voice.
"I'm sure she will." Dan said. "She's just scared."
"For what?"
"For what we are all scared off. Not being able to handle the normality after what we have been through."

I'm awfull I know. I am supposed to work on my other stories, not start a new one... but this one won't leave me alone. I can't get it out of my head and it's the reason I can't work on my other ones. Well.. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this Prologue-y thing-y.. yeah..