A/N: Might turn this into a poll, but should I allow Harry to carry a small, low-caliber handgun in his later years of Hogwarts? Did a bit of research and discovered that a Navy Seal by the name of Chris Kyle owned his first gun at the age of eight, using it to hunt with his father. Please don't try to counter-argue by saying that Harry shouldn't be handed a dangerous sensitive weapon, eleven-year-olds are already handed sharp potion knives and a wand for Hogwarts. If you have qualms or questions about it, please give me a valid reason why and I'll answer to the best of my ability.
Chapter Four: First Impressions
Hereford Base: 0800 Hours
"Fucking persistent, I'll give you that."
Harry looked up to see Miles groaning as he retrieved another plastic bag from the pantry before sweeping the remaining letters into the bag, sealing it up from all further outside contact.
Every day after the letter was sent, more and more began to appear. Letters by the numbers. It was a surprise to see three letters sitting on the dining hall table the next morning. While forensics concluded that the fingerprints were non-conclusive, they urged the Rainbow members to continue sending the letters their way in order to help better diagnose the culprit of the likely letters.
Since then, Harry has been placed under a 24/7 guard. Each member of Rainbow switching their shifts in order to help monitor Harry. While Harry was happy that they were concerned about him, he couldn't help but feel guilty about adding unnecessary stress onto their shoulders. No matter how much they told him it wasn't a burden at all.
But today took the cake. When they arrived into the dining hall, the room was packed with letters, causing for both Miles and Harry's eyes to bug out at the excessive number of them, as well as multiple other employees. Multiple cleanup crews were sent to remove the letters and place them into recycling. After a couple of hours, the majority of the letters were gone.
"Another letter Miles?" Came a voice from the entrance. They both turned to see Jack Estrada raising an eyebrow at the annoyed expression on Campbell's face.
"Letters." Miles growled as he placed his breakfast plate on the table before puncturing his breakfast sausage. "If he hasn't responded to the first time or the twentieth time, they should get the damn hint and leave our kid alone."
Harry smiled when Miles flashed a grin his way before turning to face Jack with a solemn expression on his face. "It's bothering me how much they are attempting to get ahold of Harry. Why so obsessed with him?"
"If they managed to discover the exact location where Harry resides every time they send a letter, then perhaps we may have a mole situation." Jack pondered as he leaned against one of the dining hall's walls.
"Communications in and out of the compound are monitored every day." A feminine voice spoke up as Eliza walked into the room. "If we had a mole, we would know about it. Any suspicious activity is immediately reported to Six for her to take care of."
"I don't like it." Harry scowled as he glared at the table. "You guys are always busy, and I don't want to stress you guys out even more."
"We've told you kid." Miles said, reaching over the table and resting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's not a problem at all. You know we would all rush to protect you in a heartbeat. Why don't you watch our match today? It should help take the nerves off this morning."
"Okay…" Harry said slowly before immediately popping up. "Helmet cams?"
"You know it buddy." Miles chuckled before digging back into his breakfast.
"Any leads on who's sending these letters?" Jack whispered to Eliza who was monitoring both Harry and Miles.
"No, Six is just as confused as we are." Turning to face her fellow FBI operative, Eliza continued. "She's been poking around but all her leads point to what we already know. They are operating in England and they have taken kids from all over the country."
"I hope we haven't started a freaking panic." Jack muttered.
"The government officials are keeping it on the down-low." Eliza began before hesitating. "We suspected that perhaps the Prime Minister may know a thing or two but we have no jurisdiction over him."
"No blackmail, espionage?" Jack questioned to which Eliza sighed.
"That is inviting more trouble than we want." Eliza murmured, not even thinking about the repercussions of such an action. "Any information leaked from the Prime Minister's private backlogs or data-banks would be highly classified. If word got out that we gained unauthorized access to them, it would start a war."
"If only we could send Taina after him." Jack scowled at the useless of the situation provided to them. Taina Pereira was one of Rainbow's best interrogators. Some would even say she found a certain thrill in the sadism of her methods. But if it got them results, people were willing to turn the other cheek.
"She's been on leave visiting her younger brother back in Brazil." Eliza reminded Jack as he nodded, remembering her request for time off. "You know she rarely takes time off to see her family."
"She's coming back in tonight, isn't she?" Jack questioned as he watched Harry and Miles stand up to wash their dishes. "We could have Harry send a message to this 'Hogwarts' then if they send someone to pick Harry up, we could ambush them and have Caveira interrogate them."
"While viable, it would make Harry a larger target." Eliza sighed, rubbing her temples in thought. "The less we expose Harry. The better." Eliza finished right when Harry walked up to the two.
"Come Harry, I want to spend some time at the firing range." Harry nodded as Eliza took ahold of Harry's hand and led him away from the dining hall. Exiting the main facility, they quickly traversed to the end of the main compound to the armory where Harry's walk-in locker sat waiting for the duo.
"Who is going against who today?" Harry asked as he quickly typed in the access code to his locker before stepping inside.
"Haven't taken a look at the board recently." Eliza replied as she watched Harry grasp a notebook and pencil before heading back to her. "Don't forget your headset." Harry immediately froze before returning to his shelf.
Smirking, Eliza led the now fully equipped Harry to the firing range where several moving targets roamed the firing range in a mechanized pattern. Equipping her own headset on, she led Harry to one of the waiting stalls.
Quickly stripping her M45 handgun down, Eliza began to clean her pistol with one of the rags located on a shelf beneath one of the stalls. The maintenance of every weapon was an important lesson every operator learned when entering basic training. The disassembly, cleaning, and reassembly of their firearms was a must as the operatives never knew when they could be called in for action. And the last thing they wanted was their weapon to jam in the middle of a firefight.
Making sure that every inch of the inside and outside of her weapon was completely clean, Eliza reassembled her weapon before loading a fresh magazine into her pistol. From the corner of her vision, Eliza noticed Harry staring curiously at her as he slowly inched forward.
"Yes Harry?" Eliza smirked as Harry froze before blushing.
"Do you think I could have a chance to fire it? Just once?" Harry questioned, his emerald orbs gleaming.
"I'm afraid not." Eliza spoke, facing the targets as Harry began to frown. "These weapons are quite dangerous. A single mistake could cause someone's life."
"I know." Harry said bashfully. "It's just that I overheard Meghan in the dining hall the other day talking about how a former friend of hers used to go hunting with his dad at the age of eight. And now he is one of the best snipers the Navy Seals have!"
"Meghan said that?" Eliza questioned as she began to fire at her targets.
Harry bobbled his head. "Yea, she was telling Craig Jenson. She said the guy's name was Chris Kyle or something like that."
"I might have to ask Meghan about that." Eliza hummed, deciding to inform the female Navy Seal to not tempt Harry any further with any talks about younger children operating firearms. Sure, Harry grew up surrounded by military life but that was no reason for them to brainwash the kid into thinking war was a game.
Reloading a fresh magazine into her pistol, Eliza turned her focus back to the targets as Harry withdrew to the corner to work on whatever it was he did with his notepad. After an hour, a loud ping over the intercom drew both Eliza and Harry's attention.
"Attention, Red group, please report to training grounds for team exercise."
"Miles promised that you could watch correct? Come." Jogging out of the shooting gallery, they both returned to the armory where Harry and Eliza both returned to their lockers. Harry quickly locked his belongings into his locker before joining Eliza who had just begun to strip and dress into her training outfit, uncaring that an eleven-year-old boy was in her presence.
Wandering to the corner of her locker, Harry found a lone picture resting on a shelf. Pulling it down, Harry stared curiously at the framed photo. Within the picture stood Eliza, younger, proud. Standing in a beige uniform and a beret as she embraced an older woman who offered a toothy smile at the camera.
"My savta."
Almost jumping in surprise, Harry turned around to see Eliza smiling sadly at the photo. Gently taking the framed picture from Harry's hands, she gently caressed the colored picture of the woman's face.
"She was a wonderful woman." Eliza spoke softly, her eyes lost in memory. "I never had a good relationship with my parents as they were always busy with work. So when I was drafted into the Israeli Defense Forces… I felt wanted, needed. A cog in a well-oiled machine. It's what helped me aspire to become one of the best."
Noticing the somber tone that was creeping into her voice, Harry stepped forward and pulled the woman into a tight embrace. Eliza's hand came up and immediately began to caress Harry's ebony locks as she stared sadly at him.
"My savta… she never forgot about me though. When she heard that I was being transferred to the FBI SWAT due to a rather exclusive law enforcement exchange program, she took the first trip she could to come and see me and celebrate." Crouching down, Eliza stared straight into Harry's open orbs. "This is one of the last few pictures I have of her." Placing the photo back on the shelf, Eliza turned around and grabbed ahold of Harry's hand.
"I'm sorry." Eliza began. "The photo, it brings back memories."
"It's okay Eliza." Eliza turned to see a tight smile on Harry's face as he patted her hand. "I understand."
Smiling in gratitude, Eliza grabbed the last of her gear before leading Harry out of the armory and to the training fields where the rest of the group was waiting.
"You all know the drill, secure area. Ten consecutive seconds." Six stated, tapping the end of her pencil to her clipboard. "Cohen, you're late. And why'd you bring the kid with you?"
"Sorry ma'am." Miles spoke up, drawing Six's gaze towards him. "Promised the kid he could watch. You know, to raise his spirits a bit after the letters." Six nodded and immediately gestured Harry to stand by her side.
"Scenario begins in five minutes, get dressed." Grabbing Harry by the hand, Six began striding to the surveillance outpost with Harry in tow.
"How are you holding up?" Harry frowned and glared at the metal steps as they ascended the tower.
"Why me?" Harry questioned bitterly as he held the entrance open. "Why of all people me? I know everyone is telling me it's not my fault, but the problem is that it is! I look at everyone and I can see anger, frustration, fear as each letter arrives. Every day, people are reassigned to babysit me as they take me to my classes and generally wherever I need to go. There are better things they can do, like going out in the field to save lives. I just want to prove myself to everyone that they don't need to baby me anymore so they can go back to doing what they do best."
Six sighed. While at times, Harry could be more mature than other children his age, he was still only eleven years old. Aurelia Arnot could remember how she was at that age. Scared, hurt, broken. Watching from the cracks in her closet as her family was beaten to death by robbers. She questioned herself at the time, would it have been different if she was stronger? Able to fight the robbers off so her family wouldn't have died? But in that moment, she didn't know it at the time, a fire ignited within her, striving to protect those who could not protect themselves.
"Harry…" Six struggled to find words as she stared at the TV monitors watching the map scenario with hidden cameras. Comforting Harry was something that her adviser Harishva Pandey should have been doing, but he wasn't anywhere near which left the job to her. "Let me tell you something I once told myself. Life is always changing. Whether it waits for you or not, it's not up to you. The only thing you can do is pull yourself ahead. When life throws something your way, do not interpret it as a problem, but rather an opportunity. To learn and grow so that you can prepare yourself for any battles that may lie ahead."
"Come, look at the screens." Harry turned and watched as the defending operators began to reinforce their position in the scenario. "See how they are preparing? Six questioned. "They fortify their position based on their prior experiences, not only on this map, but with their experiences against the other operatives."
"Attacking team, scenario begins in twenty seconds." One of the staff members announced into a microphone.
Feeds from the attacking team's drones sprinkled the monitors, each showing a different viewpoint from within the training site as they traversed the establishment. The moment the twenty seconds ended, the five operatives storming the establishment rushed forward. Gunfire sounded throughout the corridors as operators met and engaged each other in the hallways.
"Blitz! Push forward!"
Crouched behind the shield operator, Emmanuelle began laying suppressing fire in the main hallway as Meghan Castellano fell back behind cover. Pulling something from her vest, Harry's eyes widened as she quickly threw it around the corner.
"Nitro cell!"
Those were Emmanuelle's last words as she panicked before the small explosive detonated, covering both Elias and Emmanuelle in red paint.
"Kötz, Pichon, you both are eliminated, please do not move for the rest of the round." The staff member spoke into their personal radios, eliciting moans of pain from the two.
"Nice, Valkyrie." Miles complimented over the radio as Meghan reported both operators down before his voice turned panicked. "I've got Ash in sewing room, north side, north- FUCK!"
"Campbell, you have been eliminated, please do not move for the rest of the round."
"Yea, fuck you too." Came the groan from Miles as he clutched his stomach in pain. A snort of laughter from Eliza was heard as she pushed past the downed FBI operative. Suddenly a scream of pain echoed throughout the radios when Marius leaped from the third floor onto blue stairs before emptying his entire carbine into Eliza.
"Cohen, you have been eliminated, please do not move for the rest of the round."
"Asshole." Came Eliza's voice through gritted teeth through the communications. "Did you have to shoot your entire magazine?"
"Ja." Came Marius's cheeky reply as he reloaded a new clip. "Stay alert and watch for trouble next time, ja?" Rushing off, he left the downed body of Eliza as she glared at his retreating body.
"Movement on the second floor." Came Dominic's voice as he crept to the doorway. "Two in loom room."
Without warning, a metal canister bounced off the door-frame and landed right between Dominic's feet, causing him to try to cover his eyes in a futile attempt to prevent being blinded. Rounding the door-frame, Yumiko quickly fired several shots into Dominic before traversing down the second-floor hallway, Seamus following from several feet behind, scanning each line of sight.
"Hibana, the wall." Nodding, Yumiko immediately switched to her X-KAIROS before firing several pellets onto the reinforced wall. Activating her gadget, Seamus and Yumiko quickly took up firing spots as the wall burst open.
"They are opening up objective!" Julien Nizan's shouted as he took cover behind the bunk beds before firing his MP5 into the opened doorway. Words of support were heard as the remaining defenders began falling back to the objective.
"Attention all operators, sixty seconds remaining in the scenario."
Retreating from the room, Hibana carefully watched the hallway as sounds of footsteps became louder and louder. Rounding the corner, Marius and Meghan were immediately sprayed with training rounds before they fell to the floor, gripping their torsos in agony.
Priming a grenade, Seamus rolled it into the objective only to curse when one of Marius's Active Defense Systems' shot it from the wall.
"Mute, I could sure use some help over here!" Julien yelled from across the room as he flinched away from one of the training rounds that flew close to his head.
"Relax." Mute spoke as he moved into a position to hold an angle of sight at the opened doorway. "They still need to enter the objective Rook." Leaning forward, Seamus immediately flinched backwards as Mark attempted to pepper him with his MP5K.
"Hibana, flank around to doorway. See if you can shoot him through the barricade." Sledge ordered as he returned fire, only to hit the deployable shield hiding Mark's entire frame.
Vaulting over the bed in the master bedroom, avoiding gunfire from Julien as he attempted to nail her, Yumiko rushed down main hallway and into blue hall before blind firing through the wooden barricade blocking the entrance of the objective room. Multiple curses could be heard as Mark immediately felt training rounds filled with red paint smash into his arm and head, leaving Julien as the only remaining defending operator.
"Ten seconds remaining in the scenario." Came the voice of the staff operator over the loud speaker as everyone's eyes remained fixated on the observational screens.
Initiating a countdown from three seconds, both decided to push the objective at the same time. Immediately Julien began to spray Seamus with his MP5, eliminating him from the round, before he found himself eliminated when Yumiko emptied her entire Bearing Nine into his torso, winning the round for the attacking team.
"See how they improvised and adapted to each situation?" Six said to an awestruck Harry. "Almost nothing goes to plan. Each action was taken to adapt to their situation. It's up to you if you wish to learn from your role models or not." A smile flitted across her lips as she saw a fire light within Harry's eyes.
Several rounds later, Harry found himself rushing down from the observational tower to meet with the group of limping operatives, stumbling their way to the armory to change out of their gear before reporting to the main facility for a hotwash.
"So, what did you think Harry?" Yumiko asked as she stumbled her way to the smiling eleven-year-old. "Exciting enough for you?"
"Beyond comparison." Harry stated firmly, drawing a few chuckles from the crowd as they entered the armory. "I'm not jealous of the amount of pain you guys seem to be in after getting hit by the training ammunition though. Seems like it hurts a lot."
"That's an understatement." Mark groaned as he limped to his locker, tearing his vest off. "I can't bloody tell which parts of my torso are numb and which are in pain."
"Chin up Mark." Seamus spoke, wincing as he placed his sledgehammer onto his rack. "At least it's over now. As fun as it looks kid, those rounds hurt like a bitch."
Turning his head, Harry grimaced when he watched Eliza teeter into the hanger before falling face first into the cement floor, drawing several laughs from the surrounding operators.
"Stop charging so aggressively Cohen." Marius suggested as he stripped down his carbine. "Then maybe you will be hit less."
"I'll hit you a lot more when I get off this floor." Eliza growled as she struggled to push herself up. Jogging over, Harry allowed Eliza to drape an arm across his shoulders to stabilize herself, receiving a smile of gratitude in return.
"Face it Eliza." Meghan began as she changed into her jeans. "Your charges are starting to become predictable. We've learned to always be on guard the moment the round begins."
"Didn't stop me from dropping all five of you in the third round." Eliza smirked as Harry aided her to her locker. A round of grimaces went around the defending team. Helping Eliza to her bench, Harry finally allowed himself to snicker, drawing a raised eyebrow from the female FBI operative.
"Still didn't stop them from making you resemble a fire hydrant." Harry teased, immediately eliciting a scowl on Eliza's face.
"See? Harry gets it!" Meghan proclaimed before raising her hand, Harry raced over and slapped it resulting in Meghan bringing Harry into a one-armed hug before ruffling his hair. "You should really take some lessons from Harry, Cohen. You might be able to learn something useful!"
"We'll see." Eliza smirked as she unzipped her bulletproof vest. "I promised to let him attend a CQC practice a few days ago." Her statement caused for Meghan to freeze before staring at Harry in curiosity.
"You sure kiddo?" Meghan questioned, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Harry. "Those lessons can get pretty painful."
"Yea, especially when they nail you in the soft tissue spots such as the groin." Elias spoke from across the atrium only to freeze when Meghan shot him a glare.
"Six talked to me." Harry began, drawing the attention of everyone. "At first I wanted to try out the practice for fun. Now, I want to do it because I want to be better."
"Better?" Yumiko scoffed. "You're completely fine the way you are!"
"What if there was a time and place where you guys aren't around and I'm all by myself?" Harry asked, drawing a pause in the debate that threatened to rise. "You guys have always protected me. Even more so over the past few days. I don't want to be a liability if you guys get hurt or if I'm separated from the rest of you. I want to learn how to handle myself. To be someone you guys can rely on."
Strolling over, Emmanuelle kneeled before Harry, staring straight into his eyes which were full of iron-clad conviction.
"Then we will help." Turning his head, Harry noticed every single operator in the atrium nodding as Emmanuelle spoke. "I think you are old enough to begin properly teaching now. We can have Maxim teach you hand to hand combat, increase the frequency of your sessions in the firing range, and have Mike teach you want you need to know in every combat situation."
"Thank you." Harry smiled as he pulled Emmanuelle into a hug.
"Don't mention it." Emmanuelle smiled as she led Harry away from Meghan's locker. "Now, we got a debriefing to get to. Why don't you-"
Immediately sirens began to ring causing for the operators to snap into action, momentarily forgetting about their aching pains. The operatives quickly stripped and outfitted themselves into a separate set of gear in their lockers as soldiers from all over the compound rushed into the armory floor below them to grab their weapons and several ammo magazines.
"Talk to me, what's going on Eliza?" Jordan shouted when he rushed into the armory with the remaining operators.
"Perimeter breach!" Yelled one of the soldiers from the lower floor as he loaded his L98 with a fresh magazine. "They just came out of nowhere!"
"Valkyrie, Jäger! Get Harry to safety!" Eliza ordered. "We need to prepare for evac if the situation gets too hot!" Meghan and Marius nodded. Grabbing ahold of Harry, Meghan and Marius quickly escorted a frightened Harry outside to a nearby hanger.
"Let's move it people!" Jogging away with the prepped operators in tow, Eliza led her group to where the sounds of commotion and lights were emitting from.
Armored vans raced down the roads and deposited numerous soldiers with their guns locked and loaded while several choppers flew overhead, directing themselves to the scene of disturbance. Yells echoed in the distance as gunfire rang throughout the compound. Sirens blared through the intercoms as Eliza and her team raced forward, intent on punishing the intruders that attacked what was supposed to be a secure area.
"Corporal, give me a sit-rep!" Eliza shouted when she found said officer pacing restlessly by one of the armored vans. Multiple unconscious soldiers were being evacuated into waiting ambulances as soldiers raced past, intent on preventing whatever invading force from gaining any more ground.
"They came out of nowhere!" The young officer exploded. "One minute, we were patrolling the grounds, next second we heard multiple pops and there they were standing several meters away! One of them shot some sort of red light at my men that knocked him out when we raised our weapons before some sort of translucent shield appeared, stopping all of our bullets!"
Guiding the team over, the operatives of Rainbow found themselves staring at a group of four. One of them was an elderly lady with an expression of abject fear and horror on her face. The other three were men. One of immense size and strength with a face of rage as he glared at the men firing at him and the other, the second, an elderly man with a long white beard and abhorrent bright colored clothing, forced onto his knees, with sweat dripping down his expression of determination as he continued to project the translucent domed shield. The third was a younger man, draped entirely in black, as he helped the old man maintain the shield.
"Stand down!" Came a voice shouting through the radio.
One by one, the soldiers began to lower their weapons as they stared cautiously at the trio standing in the middle of the parking lot. Pushing through the crowd of soldiers, Six stepped in front of the crowd accompanied by Jordan and Monika. Noting the lack of projectiles coming his way, the elderly man and younger man carefully lowered the strange barrier.
"Glaz, are you in place?" Eliza whispered into her radio as she and the rest of rainbow pushed their way through the crowd.
"Yes, I have a clear line of sight to the old man." Timur's voice sounded. Eliza noticed that Six almost gave an imperceptible nod when Timur finished his transmission.
"Good evening." The elderly man greeted as he took a small step forward, causing for the men and women of the compound to tighten their grips on their weapons. "My name is Albus Dumbledore. I've come to see if a certain charge of yours has been receiving our letters."
"You've broken into a secure military facility, injured several of these men, to come asking questions?" Six questioned with an expressionless gaze. "I could have you detained and locked into a deep dark hole where no one will remember you for the act of trespassing alone."
"And for that I sincerely apologize." Albus Dumbledore smoothly continued as the man draped in black besides him sneered. "I understand that our worries for the child may have caused for some unwanted problems to occur, but I assure you that we mean no harm."
"No harm?" Six scowled. "I do believe that your presence here may cause many to disagree. Now, if you would kindly evacuate from the property, I will assure you that no charges will be filed against you or your companions."
"Then I'm sorry to say that we have arrived at an impasse." Albus spoke, his eyebrows slightly narrowed. "We will not be leaving here without the company of one Harry James Potter."
"Is that a threat?" Six questioned, narrowing her eyes. "I'll have you know that there is currently a high-powered, semi-automatic marksman rifle capable of firing a 7.62x54mmR round at eight-hundred meters per second aimed straight at your head. Threaten me one more time and I'll have your brains scattered across the parking lot faster than you can even blink."
"Enough!" The elderly woman spoke, color finally returning to her face. "Albus, these muggles are clearly hostile. We should just leave and return another time before things go from bad to worse!"
"Calm yourself Minerva." Albus said slowly. "They just misunderstand our intentions. I'm sure if we take the time to explain, they will understand."
"Oh, we understand all right." Six sniffed, glaring at the strange group. "What we understand is that a strange old man is asking me to hand over a child to attend a fictional place with no proof of existence after hounding said child with numerous letters without response."
"Petulant muggle." The man in black snarled, drawing a harsh glare from the old man and women which caused him to withdraw.
"Please, if you would just let us speak to Harry Potter, I am sure we could all come to an understanding." Albus smiled only for the expression on Six's face to worsen.
"There is no Harry Potter here. Please evacuate from the compound or I will have you executed for crimes against the country." Said Six, each word short and stiff.
"Do not lie to me Ms. Arnot." Albus thundered, causing for the African American woman to freeze. "I know he resides here and if I find him in any sort of unacceptable condition then I will be forced to take certain measures to ensure his safety." A silent standoff began between the two, neither willing to budge. After several silent moments in which the soldiers slowly started to become antsy, Six sighed.
"Make the call."
"Ma'am?" Monika said nervously, eyeing the old man with suspicion.
"Just do it I.Q." Monika nodded at Six's order before radioing in.
"Valkyrie? This is I.Q." Monika spoke, gripping her rifle tightly.
"This is Valkyrie, what's the situation?" The faint sound of chopper blades could be heard through the radio.
"We are currently in negotiations." Monika reported, her eyes flickering suspiciously towards the twinkling eyes of the old man. "We have agreed to allow Harry to talk to the people that have been sending him the letters. To see what they want."
"Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" Meghan questioned in disbelief, drawing Harry's and Marius's concerned gazes her way. "Did you just say you've agreed to let a bunch of child smugglers talk to Harry?"
An affronted look crossed the group's expressions standing before them causing for smirks to appear on the faces of the Rainbow operators.
"You've heard correctly, discussion will take place in the correctional facility in interrogation room four-B." Monika growled, glaring at the offended trio. "Rally at building in five."
"Oh boy, what fun." Jordan muttered, shooting a fierce glare towards the benevolent old man.
A/N: Please give me your feedback by leaving me a review. It's easier to understand and gauge what your audience thinks when they respond. Ideas, constructive criticism, these are things I could use to help better improve this story. Thank you.
