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Chapter 9:Belarion
Outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania U.S.A. Two days 60 hours later
Speaking of the Lord Of the Most Ancient, Most Noble and Most Honorable House of Belarion, he was in America just as Amelia believed. The problem was he wasn't working for the Department of Mysteries as a researcher.
He worked for them as one of their best even beyond what Hit Wizards did. Because he wasn't just a wizard. He had worked his way up to Battle Master and the weapons he helped to develop were all his own.
Right now he was up to his wand in Death Eaters that were in-country to recruit mercenaries. The problem was, he had been stumbled over by a patrol that sounded the alarms as he took them down.
The Death Eaters had been tasked to use him as their audition and he was in the shit.
"Dammit! Where are you guys?" he said into a throat mike as he switched the clip in one of his combat pistols while he dodged the spells that were flying in his direction.
"Keep your pants on! We're almost there." a woman's voice came back at him.
"I'm stuck playing tag with these morons because I'm way the hell and gone out-numbered here." Jacks said as he dodged another "Avada Kedavra" and it blew up a tree off to his right.
"We're still ten minutes out because their wards are blocking our tracking spells." she said.
Before he could answer her, he was almost decapitated by a purple curse.
"HELL WITH IT! I'M GOING LETHAL AND YOU CAN ALL SOD OFF!" Jacks yelled as he switched clips and used his magic to charge the pistol while he grabbed another out of a back holster.
Doubling back, he cast another disillusionment spell on himself and went hunting for his hunters.
As soon as he got in range he opened fire with both pistols. When the first bullets struck one was charged with a "Bombarda Maxima" that blew the hunter up. The other was charged with an "Avada Kedavra" that killed on contact.
After that it was on and he wasn't being merciful. He made his way through twelve mercenaries before he ran out of ammo and changed clips.
That's when he reached the shack where the Death Eaters were waiting and he blew the door of with two shot.
He cast a quick "Sonorous" on his throat and settled where he could watch the door and one window.
"ALRIGHT BOYS. YOU'RE MUNDANE LACKEYS ARE PERMANENTLY OUT OF THE GAME AND YOU'RE ALL THAT'S LEFT! SO HOW DO YOU WANT TO LAY THIS! EITHER YOU COME OUT OR I DROP THE ROOF ON YOUR HEADS!" he called then canceled the spell.
"JUST TRY IT, MUGGLE LOVER! WE'LL FRY YOUR SORRY ARSE!" a voice called out and several spells began to fly from the cabin's doors and windows.
"Always the hard way." he said with a grin.
Then he took aim at the corner of the cabin that he could see and opened fire with quick trigger pulls. Where each bullet struck, they exploded and took out the corners that he could see.
When the roof started to creak and tilt down, then six men in robes ran out of the cabin and apparated away as fast as they could. He still managed to tag one of them before they could get away.
Just as he watched the last one fall, he heard a whistle across his radio and waited for his backup before he even thought about moving in.
"Where the hells are you, you limey bastard!" the woman snarled across his radio.
"By the only damned cabin in front of you, you jacked up wannabe." he shot back as he changed the charge in his left hand gun and set off a flare in front of the cabin.
He watched a woman and three guys ride surf boards down to the clearing where they found him standing over the Death Eater's body.
"Alright, Jacks, what have we got?" she asked.
"Twelve dead mercs and one dead scumbag while his buddies got away." he snarled as he rolled the body over and pulled off the mask. "Shite! Gregory Goyle sr."
"You know this perp, boss?" she asked.
"Yeah, English Death Eater with no brains and very little balls. Has to be told what to do, even when to take a leak. Get the point?" he said.
"So why the hell did you come in here alone?!" she demanded.
"I got a tip and I took the chance. I'm not about to let some Death Eater scum make in-roads here." he said as he looked at them.
"You egotistical son of a bitch! You always pull this shit! When are you going to grow up!" she shouted as she got right in his face.
His face turned to stone and he looked at her, his eyes going cold and dead as he met her glance. But she wasn't going to back down from him until he started to talk.
"Little Girl, you really don't want to push this issue. Stand Down!" he commanded.
"No! Not until you start to realize that you don't have to take on the world alone!" she ranted.
"Jade, Stand down and do your job. Let's get this tagged and bagged. I've got a t.v. Dinner waiting for me." he said coldly as he went to turn away from her.
Before he could take a step she grabbed his shoulder, yanked him back around to face her and hit him in the jaw. All she did was force him to turn his head and then she stood there with her fists balled ready to fight.
"NO! I will not fight you." he said as he turned away form her and walked to the cabin.
One of the other Hit Wizards turned to her in confusion.
"What was that all about?" he asked in confusion.
"Never mind. Forget it." she ordered as she went to do her job.
They started to process the scene and began to gather the bodies. After port-keying them to headquarters they returned to their boards while he returned back to his motorcycle and rode it away from the scene.
Jacks went to a local all-night diner and ordered a cup of coffee to relax and try to get himself under control. It was bad enough that he had to leave home to find any peace, but now the bloody bastard was sending his people over here to recruit.
He considered what he had seen tonight and it was tearing him up inside.
He had lost so many things to Voldemort and he wasn't ready to try and deal with any more.
James, Lily, Frank, Alice, Marlene, Bellatrix, Sirius, Remus. The list of names was endless as his memory took him down the old roads that he had to wander in his memory.
"Damn you, Voldemort! Why couldn't you just play in your own backyard? Why did you have to come here!" he thought, shaking so badly he almost spilled his coffee before he set the cup down.
Before he picked it up again, his cell phone rang, startling him.
He flipped it open and put it to his ear.
"Jacks here." he answered it.
"Samuel, it's Argo. I have a message for you here from across the pond." a voice said.
Samuel recognized the voice of the head of the American Unspeakables and he knew this couldn't be a good thing. The only time Argo personally called him was when something had blown up that only he could deal with. But this didn't sound right.
"What does it say, Argo?" Jacks asked casually as he tried to control his personal feelings on the matter.
"Samuel, you need to come to the office. I think its best if you read this personally." Argo said refusing to say anymore about it.
"What's wrong, Argo? Why are you asking me to come in?" Samuel asked.
"Please, old friend. Just do as I ask this one time. Argo said, his voice despondent.
Jacks thought it through and he realized that in all the time Argo had known him, he'd never made even one personal request of Jacks. That meant it had to be something almost earth-shattering.
"Alright, old friend. But it will take me some time to get there. I'm over here close to Philadelphia." Jacks told him.
"Get down to Liberty Hall. We've got a portal there that will bring you straight to my office." Argo told him.
"Alright. I'll be there soon." Jacks said as he paid for his coffee while he finished talking and hung up.