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Newt's POV

He stood in front of the screens with Chronos leadership. Seraphina stood off to one side watching. Newt could feel her disapproval at his actions.

After he failed to kill the Dark Lord he stopped killing. Instead choosing to let them go and telling them to run. Run so that Chronos could never find them.

It had changed when he was sent to go after a bioweapon. Using nanotechnology a Rudeman had created the foremost bioweapon. One who looked just like a little girl.

Newt went with the full intentions of killing her. Such a weapon was dangerous to wizards and muggles. There wasn't much other choice for him or any other Number.

Once again however he was thwarted by a green haired ambered eyed sweeper. It wasn't the first time this man had gotten in his way. Though it was the first time he succeeded in getting Newt to stop.

Flashback

He tracked the bioweapon from the exploding mansion. Rudeman he had seen walked into the burning building just before it exploded.

The sweeper lay on a park bench with the bioweapon on one side of him. The thief was tying the bandages to the man's wounds. Newt was injured as well but he would handle it when he got home.

Hades was pointed at the girl's head her violet eyes meeting his green ones. Both adults started at seeing him in surprise.

The sweeper shouted, "Don't do it Black Cat! Its... its... over," the man was out of breath and in pain.

Newt didn't want to hurt him but he couldn't just leave it. This bioweapon was dangerous. It could kill easier than he could.

Just like with the Dark Lord he hesitated. Warm hands wrapped around his. He started in surprise and he looked into the girl's eyes.

She said softly, "Blood. I smell blood on your hands."

Newt's hands began to shake slightly. She could smell the blood on his hands? The blood of those he had killed?

He knew that if he shot now it would not he a kill shot. His hands shook terribly and instead of holding Hades up he dropped it to his side. With a glance at the green haired sweeper he left. Disappearing into the shadows.

End of flashback

Mason the leader said in his neutral tone, "Number XIII your success in your previous missions have earned you this next one. It must be done tomorrow night. There can be no do overs like with the bioweapon."

Either Chronos was becoming sloppy or it was a test. His money was on the second. The way his every move was shadowed made it obvious they didn't trust him. Still he did not speak of what he knew. It wouldn't do him any good to reveal his hand.

Two faces appeared on the screen. One was of a red haired man with green eyes. He was in his early to kid twenties. Newt's heart that he had thought was frozen clenched. The man looked remarkably like his father. Yet he was too young but the similarities to his own face were too big to ignore.

The second face was less recognizable. There the man had auburn hair and piercing blue eyes. He was maybe in his early thirties but no more.

One of the other elder's said, "Number XIII you will go to the ball tomorrow night and kill both of them men. There cannot be a failure like with you mission with the bioweapon."

"Yes, sir," he replied before turning on his heel and left.

Graves's POV

Why his friend thought this was a good idea he didn't understand. An anonymous tip told them that Dumbledore and Theseus would be assassinated that night. Percival wanted to call off the ball but both men refused.

Instead aurors were in plain robes but not overly obvious. Both his men and the British Ministry men were watching for the assassin.

His mind wasn't completely on the issues at hand. The boy on the roof had disappeared. The last time he saw the other he was finally given a name. Newt, he was called Newt.

Newt's sudden disappearance was worrying. That wasn't something he did often. Newt would be gone for a day or two. It had been over a week since the last time he saw Newt.

His eyes scanned the room again checking the position of each guest. In the upper corner of the room he saw one of the windows was open. A window that he had in fact secured himself. The assassin was already in the room.

Firmly but calmly he began to push his way through the crowd. Both men were nearby but people had flocked around them.

As he pushed his way through the crowd he cut movement in the corner of his eye. A man in black was swiftly making his way around the guests. A familiar head of red hair. It was Newt.

The words from before echoed in his mind, "Kuroh Neko. The Black Cat, that's his name. He is the 13th man of the Chronos Numbers. If he is after you, he will find and kill you. He has never failed a mission in the entire time he's been with them."

No... it was Newt. That made him pushing forward. He had to stop Newt before he killed. To remind Newt that there was another option.

His friend was much faster than Percival expected. By the time Percival made his way to the front Newt stood behind Theseus. His gun was drawn and pointed right at the Scammander's heart.

Percival shouted, "Newt! Don't do it."

Percival saw Theseus's pale green eyes widen. The man turned his hands raised.

Newt whispered softly his hands shaking and his resolve wavered slightly, "I'm sorry, Graves."

Percival saw the hardeness return to the green eyes. Theseus had finished turning however.

Theseus whispered brokenly, "Little one? Is that," a gunshot rang out and pandemonium broke out.