Disclaimer: Yes, it took my brother entirely too long to get his notebook to me so that I could type this up. Yes, it took me entirely too long to convince him to actually write in said notebook. No, he's not JKR.

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About fifteen minutes later, out target arrived. I was surprised that he was behind schedule. But he was here nonetheless, and he started slowly walking to the front door. Excellent, he was moving towards my door. I pulled out my sniper rifle, which was loaded with tranquilizer darts, just like all the other rifles. As much as I dislike it, we did not have permission to shoot real bullets at him unless he attacked us. We still had to bring him in alive.

I looked through the scope of the rifle. Perfect, he was still walking slowly; easier to hit that way. I centered the crosshairs just below his shoulder blades and hit the laser aimer to make sure. Sure enough, I saw a little red dot appear on his coat through my scope, just where I wanted it to be.

At that moment though, he suddenly stopped and twitched his head slightly. I was afraid that he could sense us, so I pulled the trigger before he could move.

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Fate, fortune, and luck. What do you know. Not that any of the three previously mentioned things were good; quite the contrary. Although the silencer, the sound dampening coil, and the sound energy converting coil all worked fine and did their jobs well, the moment that the dart left the barrel of my gun, "the Shark" did something very unexpected: he sneezed. And a very powerful one too. Bent him right over, which meant that the dart whizzed right over his head. So much for that attempt. Once he had recovered and fully realized what had just happened, he twirled around and started looking about wildly. So much for secrecy and stealth. Crap.

Anyway, either he was being random or he heard something, but next thing I knew he was firing an "expelliarmus" in my direction. It was about five feet over my head and it almost hit a tree, but he had attacked nonetheless and now it was a real battle. Excellent.

He dove behind a small rock and I could see Taylor's dart flash by right next to his left ear. Now he was starting to look scared. I pulled out my machine gun as he started to bolt. Taylor's darts hit the ground just behind him as he tried to get away. However, I launched a two-second burst of blanks right in front of him and he turned around and went for the warehouse.

Taylor and I decided that this was a perfect time to charge in after him and we each headed cautiously for our own doors. I pulled out my automatic 9 mm pistol and my pistol-type machine gun as I kicked open the door that he had just shut.

I entered just in time to see him to see him disappear down a corridor. I fired two shots and followed him. I was very glad that we had proofed the building so that he couldn't just Apperate out of here. He turned right into a large room — the largest in the building — where you could see the roof. I barely saw Taylor hiding in the shadows on the second story walkway. I purposely held back so that she could get a few clean shots at him with one of her rifles. She fired four times, but he was a tricky one. He dodged all of them, seemingly with ease.

As I started moving towards him, he quickly fired a spell in Taylor's direction. It hit the guardrail not two feet away from her. I could see the fury spark in her eyes as she also made the switch to real bullets. She fired several more shots as I fired twice over his head to distract him.

Taylor was now running towards the stairs and the only other door. Our target turned sharply and started running up another set of stairs. In a few seconds, we were all on the second story walkway. Now he turned a corner and launched a spell in my direction. I ducked and it went over my head, but that action bought him some time. He took his chance and shot a spell at Taylor that I had never seen before. She dove for the ground, but just a moment too late.

The spell hit the wall behind her, but it had an unexpected result — it exploded, sending Taylor rolling down the stairs.

Now I was angry and it was one on one.

As he tried to see if she was dead or just unconscious on the ground, I pulled out my favorite weapon: the tri-barreled grenade launcher. I fired once, just as he looked up.

The explosion did two things to my advantage: it sent him crashing into the section of wall still intact from his attack by the stairs and it also sent his wand flying out of his hand.

As I closed in for hand-to-hand combat and turned his back to the stairs to face me, his wand crashed into the wall about twenty feet away with a satisfying crack.

He made the first attack with and uppercut and a punch aimed at my face. I dodged and ducked these, but then I did a combination: a fake kick, two fake punches, and a real kick aimed right at his hip. This attack was a success as it sent him sprawling off balance. He hit the guardrail hard, but he tried to get back up immediately. I punched him in the gut and kicked him in the groin and sent him to the floor. He got back up and then he tried to attack.

He tried a punch-punch-kick combination, but to his dismay, I blocked the first punch. But his second punch hit me high in the ribs by my right shoulder and his kick hit my left leg — hard; but my stance was better than his and he was not used to this kind of fighting, while I had experience in this field, so I kept my balance.

I prepared to launch another attack but found I would not need to. I heard a slightly metallic thunk and "Shark" looked stunned and fell to the ground, unconscious, to reveal Taylor standing right behind him on the stairs, a piece of metal debris in her hand.

"Come on," she said. "Let's take him in."