A/N: Maybe I made the clues to easy. At least three people got two of them right, but oh well, those were my rules. Anyway, great job to those that got the characters, you know who you are. Now, onto the next Leaguer, one that a LOT of people are looking forward to, and a little check-up on Adrian.

As a side note, if you have the James Bond theme, you should REALLY listen to it when you get to a certain point in this chapter, you will know which one when you come to it.

Before we get to the story, a quick question. Why did no one tell me that until yesterday my story was titled REBITH rather than REBIRTH? Can't believe I missed it. Oh well, on to the story!

Peace and Out,

Pwn Master Paladin

Chapter Four: The Agent.

Adrian sat in his chambers, studying the reports from the field. They were disturbing. Perhaps he had spoken a little more accurately than even he realized when he said 'the League lives on'. He sighed to himself as he closed the folder.

"Damn Americans. I doubt that the British would have done this on there own." On other fronts, his newest plan was going well. When he heard about this new League from his contacts in MI-6, he had sent out envoys to some of their greatest enemies. He had plans for them all, the League and those he was inviting to his fortress…

But that was for later. He pressed a button on his chair, once again glad his workers were loyal and hard-working. Less than 30 seconds after he had pressed the button, three men appeared in the room. "Good, you're here."

"What can we do for you, sire?"

"The Americans and the British have restarted the League. I want to send them a message to the members. James Bond should be arriving at Heathrow sometime this afternoon. I want us to have a going away present ready for them. With him and any recruits he has with him gone, the League will be stopped before it can become a threat."

"Yes sir."

Adrian dismissed the men with a wave of his hand, before turning back to his reports. A messenger had just delivered a reply from one of his new "allies" before he had called for those men. He hated working with the dredges of society, but when the world was a new Eden, it would be worth it.

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Harry and James sat in traffic, until a hole opened up allowing James to get off where he needed to. "Finally."

"Explain to me again why we are flying civilian?"

"M wants us to maintain as low a profile as possible until we get the League assembled, then she has a special means of transportation planned."

"Apparating to the airport would be quicker you know."

"For the last time, no. I don't think having my molecules shrunk down and sent through a tube of magical energy at the speed of light to be exactly my cup of tea."

"Imagine, the man with the golden gun, who can face bullets, henchmen, homicidal maniacs, and SPECTRE, but you can't even go through a simple magic jump."

"Very funny."

Harry chuckled and turned away, looking out the window. Seeing something, he frowned, before tapping his fingers in what appeared to be random intervals, but was really Morse code. James, look out the window.

James turned and noticed the three black cars that were following them. Same make, same model…no tags. He tapped his fingers on the wheel. I see them. "So, first class or coach?"

"Depends, are we using my money, yours, the Order's or MI-6's?" I have three more on my side.

"Are you saying I would needlessly spend the crown's money?" Six total then?

"Why yes, I am." Looks like it. Any ideas?

"So first class it is then." A few, get ready.

"You got it." Bond whipped the car around, driving into a series of abandoned warehouse buildings. No civilians around, so Harry was free to use his magic, and Bond to drive as offensively as he wished. All six cars followed, windows rolling down to reveal men carrying high-powered assault rifles. "This could get tricky."

Harry pulled a gum wrapper from his pocket, before flicking his wand out of its holster and into his hand. Bond saw this from the corner of his eye, and asked. "What are you doing?"

"Getting my broom." With a swish of his wand, the wrapper had been replaced by a shrunken broomstick.

"Why?"

"Because it's time to go for a fly." With that, Harry disappeared with a small pop, only to reappear outside about 50 feet in the air. He pulled the broomstick in front of him, before enlarging it to its original size and jumping on. With a burst of speed, he pulled out of his dive. This was just another Quidditch game after all. Except no teammates in the air, no Snitch, no Quaffle, and a HELL of a lot of deadly Bludgers.

Bond, to his credit, did not let the disappearance effect him, merely turned the car in a perfect 180, before flipping it into reverse and pressing another button as he re-accelerated. A pair of machine guns popped up from the headlight covers, and began firing. Now Bond's weaves were both defense AND offense. The two cars that had followed him swerved around the next pair of buildings, using the cover to avoid the bullets and outflank him. He noticed the wall coming up, and spun again, pressing another button that released an oil slick to cause the other cars to crash into the wall. As he pulled away, one car lost control and exploded on impact, but the other one held the road, and continued after him.

Harry rolled again, getting up close behind one of the other cars and using it as a shield. Perhaps because he was out in the open, four cars had followed him, and he had to get close to do what he planned. With a flick of his wrist and a whispered "Flippendo", one of the cars was sent flying, thanks to a well placed banishment hex. Harry was lucky again, as the car hit another, taking two of them out of the battle. However, that still left two on his tail, with the other one after James. He shot off like a bullet, passing Bond, before casting another spell, concentrating on sending a message.

With a burst of silver light, the messenger spell came out, rushing towards James while startling the occupants of the car behind him.

Bond watched as Harry sent a silver spell at him, until he felt it pass through him. He got an image in his head of what Harry wanted, before the spell passed on, causing the two cars behind him to loss control momentarily. He nodded to himself, before speaking quietly. "Q's not going to like this."

Harry and James speed at each other, almost as if they were playing chicken. The two went at high speed, before Bond flipped the top of the gear shift, revealing a button. He pressed it, and the top of the car flew open, before the seat sent him flying. Harry pulled up, and caught James as he went into the air. The four cars crashed into each other, creating a huge fireball. With a small dive, the two were on the ground, looking at the wreckage.

"Well that was fun."

"Best game of Quidditch I ever played." Harry laughed, and then sighed as he turned towards the road. "Well, we can walk, or I can apparate. Your choice James."

"Or I could call M and get transport, I doubt that our cover is safe anyway, if this was any indication."

"Fine. You call her and arrange a plane; I can get us to the airport with a Portkey."

"You mean you could have done that from the beginning? But I thought you needed to be magical to use a Portkey?"

"Nope, just set it to a code word."

"Fine. Why didn't you do that before?"

"I liked the car, and I bloody well HATE Portkeys."

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Later on in a three passenger jet, James lay against the side of the plane, taking a nap. Harry didn't understand how he could sleep in this airplane with the scream of the engines behind him, but to each his own. M had been livid upon discovering that someone had already tipped off Adrian. The leak had to come from the Order, MI-6, or the Nightstalkers. Judging by the fact that the attackers had used non-magical means of attack, and none of the Nightstalkers besides Abby, King, and Blade knew the full story, MI-6 was the most logical choice.

Harry picked up the folder, intending to get some work done while Bond van Winkle slept. He opened the files, and began reading.

This agent, Xander Cage, was a non entity until about 6 years ago. Around that time, he appeared as the main attraction of an underground website, "The Xander Xone." An extreme sport junky, he performed outrageous stunts and feats of skill, all while teaching a lesson about anarchy to the government and self-righteous politicians.

Harry liked him already.

That had all changed, however, when he was "recruited" by the NSA. Because all of their agents had been unable to complete the mission, they tested Xander, first by placing him in a fake hostage situation in a small diner, which he had seen through completely, and then by dropping him and the others that had passed the first test in the middle of a Columbian drug lord's main location. There he had freed himself and others, when the local army attacked. He had avoided being killed, and had saved an injured friend, but it had been "just another test"

The leader of the group of NSA agents, Augustus Gibbons, had told Cage that if he went on a mission for him, and got information on a group called Anarchy 99, then he would wipe his record clean. Anarchy 99 was a group of dissatisfied, disillusioned former Soviet military men who had left the service after several of their comrades were killed in 1999. They followed no rules but their own, and screw the rest of the world. Cage was in a unique position of being able to successfully infiltrate the group under his own name, as his hatred for the government, and ensuing "punishment" of certain officials, was well known, even to the brother of the head of Anarchy 99.

Xander had accepted, and had infiltrated the group. He had gotten the information, and had even discovered another agent in the group, a female spy for the Czech Republic named Yelena. With his success, Gibbons had convinced Xander to go deeper, to find more about the group. As an incentive, he had sent another agent, Toby Lee Shavers, with what he called a care package. A set of binoculars that could see through anything, at any distance, with a few other features. A set of explosives hidden in bandages, and what had come to be called "The X Gun" A multi-purpose weapon able to fire bullets or specially designed darts, such as ones that contained tranquilizer or ones that would place surveillance equipment on impact.

Unfortunately, before Cage could complete his mission, he was ratted out by a Czech officer, who had decided that Anarchy 99, more specifically, it's leader Yorgi, was the winning side. Yelena had killed the turn-coat before he had killed Cage, and then after being convinced by Cage, went back in to Anarchy 99 to find out what their true purpose was. And find out she did.

Ahab. The captain who had hunted down the white whale. Something he had hated so much that "had his chest been a canon, he would have shot his heart upon it". Thus it was a fitting name for the vessel that would take down Yorgi's hated enemy, government in all its forms. A solar powered, unmanned submarine, it was an impressive machine, but the true threat was not the ship, but the cargo it carried. A missing Soviet biological weapon from the Cold War era, called Silent Night. A deadly disease that would only break down in deep water made of two harmless components. When those two materials mixed however, the effect was complete and total devastation. No escape and no way to get help in time.

When Gibbons received Cage's report, he planned a raid on the outpost, hoping to stop the terrorists before they could launch their plan, but was unable to do so. Despite a highly effective raid pulled off by combined agency forces, Ahab was still launched, even though Yorgi himself was killed by Cage. Cage and Yelena had taken off in Cage's car, a spy version of a GTO, and thanks to Xander's skill with extreme stunts, he was able to land on Ahab and set it up for destruction before it was able to release its payload. Currently both Cage and Yelena were in Bora-Bora, where they were now headed.

As Harry put the file down, he felt the plane starting to descend. Sure enough, when he looked out the window, he noticed the ground was getting closer. He tapped James on the shoulder, startling the other man awake. "Wake up sleeping beauty, time to go recruiting."

"Very funny. So, you get the file read?"

"How did you…"

"Very little gets by a Double-0, even when said Double-0 is asleep."

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Harry and James walked up to the villa, and hearing the raises voiced, slowed, before pulling their respective weapons. The stepped up to the door, and with the help of an Extendable Ear, were able to hear what was going on.

"You can't go back out there, you almost died last time!"

"Yeah, and if I don't go, someone ELSE could die this time!"

"X, why do you want to do this? All this talk of magic, super-powers, it's not your problem."

"I may not like the way the world is run, but I realized something. I like the people in it just fine. I'm going Yelena, and that's final."

"You walk out that door and you can forget about us!"

"…Fine. There's the door. See ya around."

Harry and James backed up as the door was slammed open, and a crying woman, presumably Yelena, walked out. Harry stepped into the building, followed by James and took in the scene. The room looked slightly messed up, and in the middle of the couch sat a man with a shaved head. On the back of his neck was a tattoo in the "XXX" symbol, outlined in black and red. Harry stepped up for the two, speaking first. "Xander Cage?"

"You know, my friends call me X. Seeing as how I'm going to be working with you guys for a while, you better go ahead and start using it."

"Fair enough. Judging from what we heard you are going to come with us then?"

"Are you kiddin'? Magic, ghosts, spies, super-heroes, and a God of Mischief and Mayhem, plus the chance to save the day? That's Xander Xone material, hell yes I'm in."

"So someone already filled you in?"

"That would be me." James and Harry turned to the tapestry on the other side of the room, to find that it was not a tapestry anymore. A man with burn marks on his face sat in what looked to be a NSA control room. "Augustus Gibbons, Mr. Potter. It's been a long time 007."

"Yes it has Gibbons."

Harry and Xander looked between the two before both blurting out "You two know each other?"

"When you get to the level of spy that Bond and myself are, you very rarely DON'T know someone at the same level or above. I filled in XXX on all the necessary information for the mission, and he has agreed to not break the Stature of Secrecy without your consent Mr. Potter."

"My consent, don't you need the Minister's?"

"Dumbledore trusted you to take his place. Minister Shacklebolt had only glowing words to say about you. They trust you, therefore I trust you."

Harry nodded, grateful for the trust. "He was a good man, Dumbledore."

"Yes he was. But we have more pressing matters. A jet will be waiting for you at the airport, and a car should be pulling up right about…now." And indeed, a black SUV was pulling into the villa. "After the near disaster on the way to Heathrow, M told me to arrange transportation for you. Once you get to Edge City, a private jet will be waiting to take you the rest of the way around the country, and you have driver's set up in every city you're going to."

"You work fast when you want to old man."

"You know me X, I'm a motivator, and it's my job to make sure others get things done."

Bond stepped towards the door, before turning around. "Right then, shall we?"

Xander shrugged his shoulders, before grabbing his gun and a pair of shades. "No point staying around here anyway."

"Sorry about Yelena, X"

"No prob…Gibbons! Turn off the damn satellite recon!"

As Gibbons went off the screen, Xander, Harry, and James all headed for the car. Xander walked around and opened the passenger door, before Bond's voice stopped him. "You know, normally the rules say that the leader should get choice of seats."

Xander smirked, before turning around. "Well, you know what I think about rules." And with that, Xander sat down and slammed the door shut. Harry laughed out right at the expression on Bond's face before sliding into the backseat, followed closely by James.

Xander turned around to face the two in the back. "So, who we going after now."

"Someone right up your ally. A troublemaker bent of chaos and mayhem. He's in Edge City, California, and once we give him this," Bond pulled out the silver briefcase M had handed him from the first meeting he had with her, "you would probably recognize him as figure known as The Mask."

"I'm already enjoying this trip."

A/N Mark 2: Yeah, Xander is officially HARD to write for. Sorry for any Yelena fans, but I just can't see her doing any more jobs after getting out of Anarchy 99 alive. Cage on the other hand…that, I can see. Anyway, off to the next stop on this tour, and the next recruit. Mr. Stanley Ipkiss.

Peace and Out,

Pwn Master Paladin