AN: Sorry this took three days, I needed time to build up a few chapters now that I know where I'm going with this story. my next post will be Saturday. by then I will have a four chapter bubble and start posting every two days again.
This chapter is Harry's first un-official day of work at SSI. This is what he'll be doing for the company, and how he'll be doing it.
After a quick shower he put on a fresh black suit with a white shirt and red tie. He was also wearing his vest under his shirt. It was something he would always do from now on. He was re-loading the rounds he fired out of his Sig. 226 when Sam knocked on the door.
"So, what are we doing?" She asked. She was dressed in a black suit and red shirt.
"We have to deal with these South American hit wizards and we have two retrievals we need to do today. Both of which are time sensitive. We might have another one later but the file says we're waiting for confirmation. We're also waiting for Mr. Smith. He should be here in a few minutes." Harry said handing her the three black files.
"These all look straight forward. I see dad outlined the way these two should work. He's mostly right, but just popping on to a cargo ship is a lot harder than he thinks. It's hard to get a good line of sight and there are people patrolling those ships constantly looking for thieves and pirates. Especially if they have stolen good on board." She said looking over the files.
"That's why we'll do that one last and wait until the ship leaves port at two. I can double line of sight on to the ship when it's out to sea and I can carry a Port stone with me so you guys can portkey onto the ship behind me. Then we can take the painting and portkey back to shore. As for the bank I don't know if his plane is sound." Harry said.
"This looks pretty straight forward tpp. I'll walk into the bank, you follow me under your cloak, I'll ask to see the vault and you follow us in. Wait until we leave and then magic open the box with a spell and take the jewels back. Then just pop out of the bank." She said.
"Just pop out of the bank? What if there are wards on the bank?" He asked reloading his MP5 Mags.
"I wouldn't worry about that. Most banks don't have wards because magicals know if they hit a muggle bank then the FBI sends Aurors after them, and Aurors are no joke in the US. They don't fuck around. They handle dark wizards, and major crimes. And they do it with an iron fist." Sam said.
"Good to know, so there's very low risk that there's going to be wards on the bank." Harry said.
"Very low. Besides look at this bank. It looks like a mom and pop shop. Old vault. Old building. Old surveillance cameras. Old guard. I doubt they have the money to hire a top end curse breaker to ward the bank." Sam said.
There was a knock at the door and Harry tossed his MP5 and all the reloaded magazines into his black case and shrunk it. He pocketed everything and headed out the door with Sam. Smith was standing in the hallway in his black suit white shirt and black tie. Drinking a very big cup of coffee.
"This is the last job for the week. Then I get some rest." Smith said yawning.
"Don't worry Smith. After we deal with these Hit wizards you can take off. Sam and I can handle the retrievals." Harry said patting Smith on the back.
"No, I'm good to go for the whole day. I just really need a break. I don't think I've worked this hard since the Russians and the Italians fought over Brighton Beach six years ago." Smith said as they rode the elevator down to the lobby.
"So Smith, how do we deal with these hit men?" Sam asked as they walked out to her father's BMW M5. Her new car was still being built.
"Well, we can go about this a few ways. One way is we kill them all. It's not too hard to do. We took out most of them last night. From the information I pulled from the guy in Harry's apartment. The hit team was 35 guys. Harry and I killed what, 24 of them last night?" Smith asked from the back seat.
"30. 6 guys in my apartment. 6 guys at the townhouse. 9 guys at the cabin. 6 guys on the roof. 2 guys in the hall, and the guy assigned to Ortega." Harry said.
"You forgot about the 3 in the lobby. That makes 33 by your count." Smith said.
"So two guys? are you fucking kidding me!? Marcus is worried about a threat from two guys!" Harry asked looking at Smith.
"Two guys and the men they work for. Harry you have to remember, hit men like this get hired by reputation. We just ruined theirs last night. That's going to cause a lot of problems for the men running things. You can bet they came here to see what the hell went wrong. Yes there are only two guys left, but it's the guys in charge you have to worry about. We have to either talk them into leaving SSI alone, or we have to kill them." Smith said.
"How do we talk them out of messing with SSI?" Harry asked.
"Actually i think we kill just them all. It's easier and cheaper and your legend grows in the black market of hitters. No one will ever fuck with SSI again if we kill them all. Especially if we send the all the bodies we collected back to Argentina in SSI body bags with your business card attached like you did with Ortega." Smith said coldly.
"And how do we find the men behind all this?" Sam asked.
"We find those two hit men. Let me make a few calls and ask around. I'll get us some information. Drop me off on this corner." Smith said as they drove up to a corner with a phone booth.
"I'll call you in an hour with anything I get." Smith said as they drove away.
"We have an hour, do you want to rob that safe deposit box?" Harry asked pulling his cloak out.
"Sure let's go." Sam said turning south and heading down to the East Village.
Ten minutes later and Sam was parked in front of a small old bank. Harry slipped out of the car around the corner under his cloak. She was sitting in her car when she heard a knock on the side window. She got out and felt someone walking behind her. She walked into the bank and over to an account manager. The whole time she felt Harry close by. It took a short conversation and some paper work to open a safe deposit box. The manager walked her into the vault to show her the box. It was all very friendly and boring. She walked out of the vault and smiled when she didn't feel Harry behind her. She walked through the lobby nice and slow. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. That really didn't matter because there was a commotion in a side room. An older man came out of the room and rushed to the vault with the two old security guards. She was about to make a run for the door when she felt Harry next to her again.
"Walk out nice and easy. I'm right behind you. They had wards on the vault." Harry said with a smirk in his voice.
Sam walked out to the car and got in she drove to the end of the block and Harry got in the passenger seat.
"So did you get the jewels?" Sam asked.
"DID I GET!?" Harry yelled before taking a deep breath. "What ever happened to Old bank. Old security? I'll tell you why they don't put much into security! They're all fucking wizards!" Harry said.
"So did you get the Jewels?" Sam asked again.
"Did you just…" That's when Harry saw her shaking trying to contain her laughter. "Why you little!" Harry said laughing as he tickled her.
"Harry I'll crash the Car!" She said fighting him off as they both laughed.
"Fine. You got me. Yes I got the jewels. I also swapped out fakes I made from the quartz stone I swiped from the planter box on the corner. They can spend all day looking at boxes and never know which one I swiped." Harry said pulling out a black velvet bag with an obscenely huge teardrop diamond on a platinum chain.
"Good job. So, how was your first retrieval?" she asked still laughing.
"It didn't go as planned, but it was fun. My heart's still racing." Harry said checking his pulse.
"You see Harry, my father was right. One job and you're hooked. You do have what it takes to be a retrieval expert." Sam said with a smirk.
"Yeah I guess I do." Harry said as his phone rang. "Hello?..sure, we can be there in about ten minutes." Harry hung up. "That was Smith. He said pick him up on the corner we left him." Harry said putting away his phone.
"On it." She said hanging a left and heading north.
"I hope he has good news." Harry said.
"I'm sure he does." she said.
They made their way back to the corner and found Smith standing there reading a paper. As they approached he folded his paper and slipped into the car. They pulled away and Smith smiled at the two.
"Hey Sam, hang a right up here and cut down the side street up a block. Harry keep an eye on the white cab following us. Tell me if he stays with us." Smith said.
"Did you pick up a tail Smith?" Sam asked.
"I did. That's what happens when you start asking the right questions to the wrong people. I thought they would send a hit man but it looks like the they sent the last two guy left from the team. I was hoping for this though, and hopefully, when we stop for lunch we can grab the two guys in the car and while you two have a nice lunch I can have a good talk with them." Smith said.
"And where are we stopping for lunch?" Sam asked.
"I know a guy named Boris. He runs a bar and grill in the old meatpacking district called the Boar's Head. He has a place in the back I can use. It's going to cost us two thousand bucks to use, but Boris gets rid of the bodies for us and he throws in lunch for free. Just don't order anything with pork. He keeps pigs in the basement." Smith said.
"Oh." Harry said looking green.
"Why does that matter?" Sam asked looking at Harry.
"Sam, pigs eat anything. I mean anything. Slop, garbage, meat, bone… do you see where this is going?" Harry asked.
"Right. I'm sorry I ever asked and now I have another fact in the back of my head I wish I didn't know. Thanks Harry. You ruined bacon for me." Sam said looking as green as Harry.
"Take another right and the bar is six blocks up on the right. Park in the lot across the street and we'll head into the restaurant. Then Harry and I will take them down." Smith said.
"You know, you two have been doing a lot of work together." Sam said with a smirk.
"Sam, are you jealous?" Harry asked with a big grin.
"No." She said.
"Sam, are you mad that I'm spending time with my new friend and not with you?" Harry asked.
"No." She said like a little kid.
"Would you like to help Smith kidnap these two guys?" Harry asked turning to see Smith laughing in silence in the back seat.
"Maybe." Sam said with a pout
"Do you want to finish the day with him?" Harry asked.
"No, but I thought we were going to be doing things together. Working together and having adventures." She said with a whiney voice.
"Is this because I took Smith to kill a bunch of hit men last night and left you behind?" Harry asked as they parked in the lot and walked to the bar.
"Maybe. You two just walked out and you didn't even think about taking me." She said still acting like a little kid.
"Well I'm very sorry." Harry said as the walked to the back of the bar.
"I'm sorry too. I had no idea I was stealing your friend." Smith said laughing.
"Now would you like to do the kidnapping?" Harry asked holding out the pouch he kept his cloak in.
"No, you two can do it." Sam said rolling her eyes.
"Okay. Mr. Smith would you like me to do the honor?" Harry asked pulling on his cloak in the alley.
"Please do. I'll be around the corner waiting for your call." Smith said.
Harry pulled up his hood and walked to the corner with Smith. He rounded the corner and walked up to the white crown vic. He reached into the car and stunned both of them with his hands.
"Two for transport." Harry called out as he took off his cloak.
"You are really good at that Harry." Smith said pulling the driver out of the car.
"What? Sneaking up on people and knocking them out." Harry said dragging his guy into the alley.
"Yes. It's almost like you're used to doing this." Smith said laughing.
"Not really, I'm used to sneaking up on people and killing them." Harry said dragging his guy into the back of the bar.
"Well it's always fun to watch you work." Smith said.
"Likewise Mr. Smith, likewise." Harry said as they dropped the two guys off in a back room. "Do you need anything else?" Harry asked.
"No, I have it from here. Go have lunch. I'm going to have a nice long talk with thing one and thing two here." Smith said coldly.
"Right." Harry said walking out of the room and closing the heavy metal door behind him.
He found Sam sitting at a table eating a huge sandwich.
"Harry this corned beef Reuben is the best. You got to try this." She said.
"Right, I'm sorry my kidnapping took so long." Harry said.
"You should be, Reuben's are only this good when they're hot. If they get cold the Russian dressing and the kraut get all congealed." Sam said taking a pull on her tall bottle of beer.
"Sam, please stop talking." Harry said taking a huge bite of his sandwich.
The truth was he was very hungry. Using so much magic last night and again today was really starting to burn him out. He was definitely going to need a break. Someplace nice and warm. With sun and a beach, and Abby in a bikini.
"Thinking about Abby?" Sam asked with a smirk.
"What?" Harry asked looking up at her.
"You had this really dumb look on your face just now. There's only two reasons to have that look. One, you've lost all your marbles. Or two, you're thinking about a girl and since my mother caught you two bumping uglys this morning I'm guessing you were thinking about Abby." Sam said wiping Russian dressing off her face.
"I was thinking about Abby for your information. And when did Margret?… you know what? I don't want to think about it." Harry said going back to his sandwich.
"So were you thinking about Abby's girl parts?" Sam asked trying not to laugh.
"I was thinking about how I needed a vacation. I was thinking about a nice sunny beach… and Abby in a bikini." Harry said smiling.
"There's that look again. But I can't say I blame you. Is there room on that beach for your cousin and her bust girl?" Sam asked.
"There is. But only if she stops giving me shit." Harry said.
"Right, like that's going to happen." Sam said finishing her beer with a very un-lady like burp. "We need to come back to this place again for more beer and sandwiches. You know, like when we're not torturing two hit men in the back room." Sam said waving the waitress over.
Mr. Smith came from the back room and followed the young Russian girl to the table.
"What can I get you?" She asked pulling out her pad.
"We're going to need another sandwich, and three more beers." Sam said.
"Right away." The girl said walking away.
"So Mr. Smith, did you get what you were looking for?" Harry asked.
"I did, it's always funny how fast someone talks right after they tell you they're not going to talk." Smith said with a cold smile.
"So where are we going and who are we looking for?" Sam asked as the waitress came back with a Reuben and three beers.
"We are headed to the Weston hotel. Room 1404. The two men that run things and came here to figure out what the fuck happened to most of their guys are Hector Von Lictionstine, and Wilhelm Lutsen. And yes before you ask they are both German descendants of Nazi that ran away to South America in the late 40's to escape trial. They are both wizards and they both know how to handle themselves. But there is one advantage we have. Lutsen is very allergic to peanuts. So I think we put a small hole in the wall and blow some peanut dust into the room. When Lutsen starts going into anaphylactic shock, we bust in and take out Hector." Smith said between bites.
"I agree." Harry said.
"We can get some peanuts on the way there." Sam said looking at her watch as Smith finished his sandwich.
A half hour later and they were standing in the room next door to the men that ran the hit team. They knew it was them because they were speaking rapid fire German to each other. Harry looked at his two companions.
"Any idea what they are saying?" Harry asked as he ground the peanuts into a fine dust with a spell.
"No clue." Sam said.
"My German is a little rusty but I think they are saying: 'Where are they? They should have been back by now. They must have been caught. Do you think were safe?' and a minute ago I heard the sound of an AK47 bolt carry slamming home. It's a very distinct sound." Smith said as he drilled through the wall with an old time hand crank drill.
"Paranoid and armed. Two things you never want your target to be." Sam said.
"Where did you hear that?" Smith asked.
"Mason, my training officer for tactical and uncle to me and my sister growing. He told us that that fearful and paranoid were good but when you add guns to the mix things can go bad. Fearful and armed could mean you get lucky and the guy accidentally shoots himself. But Paranoid and armed will get you shot." she said.
"Not always. Harry do you still have the blackout device?" Smith asked.
"I do. It's the best thing I ever took off a dead body." Harry said pulling out the silver lighter looking box and tossed it to Smith.
"What's the second best thing?" Sam asked.
"A sack full of gold Galleons. About 12,000 of them. There's an upside to killing rich pureblood Death Eaters scumbags." Harry said.
"I can see that. Now what we need to do in order is: Pump in the peanuts, black out the room, do that wall vanishing trick you do, and pop the two in the dark." Smith said pulling on a pair of glasses with night vision.
"So you boys get to have all the fun again." Sam said.
"If it helps, you can blow the peanut dust into the room." Harry said floating the dust off the table and into a tube. "Here just put the tube in the hole and blow as hard as you can. It should be easy for you, seeing as you're full of hot air." Harry said smirking.
"Fuck you Harry, just fuck you." She said trying not the laugh.
"You wouldn't be the first girl to offer, but you would be the first cousin to offer." Harry said wiggling his eyebrows.
"Eew Harry. Just call the play already. That was nasty." Sam said sticking the straw in the hole.
"Fine, are we all set?" Harry asked looking at the two. "Okay, Sam blow in the nut dust." Harry said. A few seconds later they heard stumbling and choking. Harry looked at Smith and when he got a nod Harry vanished the wall and Smith activated the blackout box. A second later they entered the room and Smith dropped Hector with a double tap to the chest. Harry found Wilhelm laying on the floor by the bed. Harry shot him twice but at that point it was more to put the guy out of his misery. The guy's face, chest and hands were blown up like balloons.
"Clear." Harry said sweeping the room with his gun.
"Clear." Smith said from the bathroom.
"Clear." Sam said from the other room causing Harry and Smith to laugh.
"What?" She asked walking through the hole in the wall. "All the cool kids are saying it." She said with a shrug. "Now someone turn on the fucking lights before I trip on a dead guy." She said. Smith turned off the blackout box with a smile.
"Working with you Steels is always a pleasure." Smith said.
"Does that mean you'll work for free?" Harry asked.
"Let's not go crazy here." Smith said.
"It smells like a rusty can, peanut butter and shit in here." Sam said calling for a clean up crew.
"That would be the blood and peanut dust. As for the shit, I think Wilhelm crapped his pants." Harry said waving his hand the clear the stink.
"So the clean up crew is on the way over now. They'll be here in a few minutes. Can you close up the wall Harry?" Sam said.
"Sure, and we need to head over to the docks because the boat just left harbor. It just after two. Smith, would you like to tag along or would you like to head back to the office?" Harry asked.
"I can stay here and wait for the clean up crew and catch a ride back with them. I wanted to look at my new work space anyways." Smith said.
"Okay then. Lets go Sam before the ship gets too far out." Harry said closing the hole in the wall with a wave. He shook Smith's hand. "Always a pleasure working with you Mr. Smith." Harry said.
"Like wise Mr. Steel." Smith said with a smile.
"You two are fucking gay for each other." Sam said walking out of the room.
"We are not." Harry said.
"So fucking gay you two almost made me straight." Sam said laughing.
"Fuck you Big Bird." Harry said laughing.
"Big Bird?" She asked exasperated.
"You know, because you tall and retarded." Harry said rushing out of the elevator and across the lobby with Sam hot on his tail.
"I'm going to kill you!" she said trying to laugh and run at the same time.
She caught him and hugged him from behind. "I'll show you Big Bird, I'll hold you off the ground so you can't run away shorty." She said.
"Are you having fun Sam?" Harry asked with a smile.
"I am. Now lets get going we have one, maybe two more jobs today and then we can try last night's date night again." Sam said getting in the car.
"That would be fun. Maybe I can even sleep on my own bed tonight." Harry said shaking his head.
"What? You've never slept in your own bed?" Sam asked looking confused.
"Nope, in fact I've never spent more than a few hours at a time in that apartment. Every time I sit for a few minutes I get a call and I'm on the run again. Tuesday I slept at the townhouse. The next night we were running assault missions all night. The night after that was last night. I slept at SSI." Harry said.
"Wow, you really need a vacation." Sam said trying hard not to laugh at him.
"No, I need time away from you Steels! Having a family is fucking hard." Harry said laughing.
"Well this has been a strange week. In fact this was the worst week we've had in a long time. I'm more inclined to say you brought all this drama with you." Sam said as they pulled up to the dock yard fence.
"I don't think so. Those hit teams were coming for you guys before I got here. You can't blame this on me." Harry said getting out of the car.
"True. So lets call it even. We started this drama but you made it bigger." She said.
"I'm good with that. So we have to leg it from here?" Harry asked looking at the fence topped with barbed wire and the containers beyond.
"Yes, unfortunately I'm not on good terms with the dock manager. I may have liberated a truck to haul a container full of art out of here once." Sam said as Harry vanished a hole in the tall fence.
"Why am I not surprised." Harry said shaking his head.
"I had every intention of bringing it back." Sam said.
"Sure you did." Harry said following the signs to the end of the dock.
"I did! I'm not a thief." She said.
"Sam, you described this job as being a white hat thief to me just four days ago." Harry said as they walked to the edge of the dock and saw the big container ship about twenty miles out.
"Is that the ship?" Sam asked
"It says the Kono, on the back in big white letters." Harry said picking up a few hand sized rocks off the ground.
He waved at two of them and they glowed. He tossed one on the ground and pocketed the other one in his left jacket pocket. He then waved at the other two stones and they glowed blue.
"Here, hold this and wait about two minutes before saying Go." He said putting the other stone in his right pocket. He pulled his gun and stared at the sky for a few seconds.
"Remember, two minutes." He said before vanishing with a very soft pop.
Harry repaired a few thousand feet in the air above the ship. He took a look at the deck and saw a spot near the back of the ship that looked empty and flat. He popped again and found himself on the deck of the ship. He checked the ship and found a set of stairs down to the lower decks. In the empty hall way he found a room with supplies and tossed the rock in his right pocket on the floor. A few seconds later and Sam landed next to the rock with her gun out.
"That was less than two minutes." Harry said looking at his watch.
"I got restless." Sam said shrugging with a smile.
"Well miss restless, that rock was in my pocket just a few seconds ago. You would have ported on top of me." Harry said shaking his head as he pocketed the two rocks off the floor.
"Is that bad?" Sam asked.
"Well, you could have killed me if you did. The force of a portkey… and you're not listening to me." Harry said.
"I'm sorry I tend to space out when I hear boring shit." Sam said smirking.
Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Come on, the file said the container is in the deep cargo hold." Harry said leading her down the hallway to the cargo hold. Deep in the ship they found a few more containers but only one under armed guard. Harry snuck up behind the guard and stunned him. He opened the lock on the red shipping container and found a vintage Mercedes, a bunch of paintings, and things in shipping crates.
"Sam, is all of this stolen?" Harry asked.
"Harry, it's a good rule of thumb that if one piece in a container like this is stolen the rest are too." She said looking just as shocked as he was.
"Right, we're taking the whole fucking container. Let the bean counters back at SSI figure it out." Harry said pulling them out of the container and shrinking it down to a small box.
"Holy Shit Harry." Sam said as he handed her the box.
"What? Now grab this rock." He said holding out the stone for her.
"You shrank the huge container." She said touching the rock.
"I did. It was something we used to do when we used to loot manor houses. GO." Harry said and they were flying. A second later they were deposited on the dock. "Lets get back to the car." Harry said.
"Wait go back to that last part. You used to loot manor houses?" She asked as she followed him to the car.
"Well sure, after you kill everyone in the house it's kind of stupid to leave all the gold and valuables in the house when you set it on fire. That's just common sense." Harry said with a shrug.
"What!" She yelled as the walked through the fence.
"Keep your voice down! We're trespassing remember?" Harry said.
"But Harry?" She said.
"In the car." Harry said closing up the fence.
When they were in the car and heading back to SSI Sam turned to him. "Harry, I know you did some things during the war…"
"Sam, by the second year of open war the Death Eaters used to shack up in old pure blood manor houses. They had everything they needed. Good strong wards and outer defenses. Underground dungeons to house prisoners and stolen gold. It's how they got out of paying banking fees to the Goblins. We would get tips, or we would capture a Death Eater and beat the information out of them. We would watch the house for a few days and wait until the right time to strike. Usually after a raid when they were all asleep. Two curse breakers would bring down the wards slowly. One at a time over the course of an hour. Then we would go in. ghosting around in a house full of killers. Silencing charms on yourself so you can't be found. We would sneak from one room to the next killing the evil bastards as we went. It's easy to say but it's different when you're the one doing the killing. You don't know what it feels like to hold your hand over a man's mouth and slit his throat. To feel the warm blood spray up you arms. To hold him down and watch the life go out of his eyes. To kill so many evil assholes that killing doesn't even faze you… After we were done with the Death Eaters we would rescue the prisoners. Usually young muggle girls between the ages of 6-14. They were so traumatized they couldn't stop shaking and they can't speak. Then we would clear out the house of valuables by filling up huge crates and shrinking them. As dawn approached we would burn the manor house to stop them from using it again." Harry said in a haunted tone while looking out the window.
The whole time Harry was talking Sam kept looking at him. He was cold and distant like he was trying to tell the story without reliving it. But when he got to the part about killing his body got tight and his left hand flexed like he was cupping someone's mouth. By the time he finished talking his eyes were wet and his throat was tight. Sam pulled over and grabbed Harry's hand breaking out of his stupor.
"Harry, I didn't…" She said looking shocked.
"Now you know what I did for the last three years. Now you know what I was running from. When Hermione told me I had to get on a plane and run away from that cursed island I was angry and sad and hurt and so many things, but a part of me was so relieved to be away from it all. To pack up and run away from the memories of what I did. What I had to do." Harry said looking sad but also tired.
"Harry I'm so sorry for making you tell me and I'm sorry for making you kill so many people." She said softly.
"No. Sam you never have to apologize for that. I would have helped in any way I could. You're family. And more importantly, you're my family. I would have done anything. In fact I will do anything for this family. That includes killing a South American hit team to the last man." Harry said patting her hand.
"Harry I think we should do this again. I told you before you need to talk to someone. If you don't want to talk to me about this sort of thing then find someone else you can talk to. Someone like my father or Smith. Someone that can understand what you went through. Someone with combat experience." She said smiling softly at him.
"Don't sell yourself short Big Bird. You did pretty good with this." Harry said laughing a choppy laugh.
"Yes well, I'm a big sister. It's what I do. Also I know you just called me Big Bird, but I'm going to let it slide seeing as you almost cried like a little bitch." Sam said pulling out into traffic.
"Little Bitch!?" Harry said smiling.
"That's what I said Sally. With all those girl feelings I'm surprised I can't smell your vag from here." Sam said laughing.
"Just so you know, I'm kicking your ass when we get out of this car." Harry said pushing her shoulder with a smile. "And, thanks Sam." He said.
"Hey, you did the same thing a few nights ago. I'm just paying you back." Sam said as they headed to SSI.
They made it to SSI just before four. Sam drove into the garage and to the back wall were a heavy door and an attendant was waiting. "Headed down Ms. Steel?" The guy asked.
"I am, Randle." She said.
When the door opened she drove down a ramp and into a huge garage with car twenty lift bays and about forty guys in work shirts and jeans working on black SUVs and BMWs. She drove past all of the work bays and pulled over in a open area that was clean.
"Hey Sam, did you break your dad's car." An older white guy with glasses wearing a work shirt and jeans asked walking up to the car.
"No Jimmy. I'm just dropping off a bunch of stolen goods that need to go into the vault. Harry set up the container over here but don't go over that red line on the floor." She said.
"Okay." Harry said setting the small box down and with a wave he expanded it back to it's original size.
"Jesus Sam what the hell?" Jimmy asked.
"Jimmy, meet my cousin Harry. Harry, meet master wrench monkey Jimmy Hicks." Sam said with a flourish.
"Nice to meet you Harry. Now what did you bring back this time?" Jimmy asked opening the door.
"All kinds of stuff. We went looking for one painting and Harry suggested we take the whole thing." Sam said as he opened the other door.
"Holy Fucking Shit!" Jimmy yelled when he saw the car.
"What?" Sam asked.
"This is a 1937 Mercedes 540 roadster! Sam this car is worth more than a million dollars. There's like less then a three dozen of these in the world. Boys clear a bay!" He yelled at the workers. "Also start unloading that stuff in the container." Jimmy said.
"You know that car is most likely stolen, and we're going to have to give it back right Jimmy?" Sam said with a smirk.
"I know, but when do you think I'll get the chance to see one of these up close again?" Jimmy asked looking sadly at the shiny silver roadster as the guys rolled it out of the container.
"Good point Jimmy. I'll have my team put it on the bottom of the pile. I'll also help get the elevator moving." Sam said grabbing a painting out of the crate and walking to the panel on the back wall.
Six workers followed her carrying crates and Harry floated a big marble sculpture of a naked lady after them. They all stood on the opposite side of the red line and when Sam saw they were all over the line she hit something and the red line extended up out of the floor to make a chest high gate and the floor lowered down into a sub basement. When they got half way down the lights kicked on and Harry saw two rows of race cars lining the long room and a huge vault door on the back wall. As the workers started moving things to the vault Harry walked the lines of cars. There was everything down there from F1 cars, and open top racers. To vintage muscle cars, and rally cars and trucks. There was even a section for BMW M3s that were stripped out with roll cages for track days. The one thing they all had in common was the color scheme. They were all black with silver SSI graphics and small manufactures stickers.
"Impressive collection isn't it Harry?" Sam asked walking up to him.
"I'll say." Harry said walking up to a F1 car.
"Get in, you should fit easy. The seat is made for dad." Sam said pulling the steering wheel. Harry slipped into the car and put the wheel back on the shaft.
"This is so cool." Harry said with a huge smile.
"Harry, this is my father's race collection. He tries to drive each one of these cars at least once a year. He's got track day events every weekend. I sometimes join him, that's why there are a few copies down here. I like GT racing myself. You take a stock BMW M3and you strip it back to bare metal and add just enough safety equipment to survive a crash and then you take it on a track and push the limit of tire grip and your nerve. We were just racing in Ohio last weekend. Maybe we can get you a few cars and you can join us on the track." Sam said helping him out of the seat.
"I'd like that a lot. Racing was one of Tonks' favorite things to do aside from me of course. We used to go flying around the streets at night with this Datsun car club she was a member of. We used to block off some streets on the dodge side of London and have some fun. Her little 1972 Datsun 240 was fast in the corners and fun as hell to drive. I bet on a track it's even more fun." Harry said looking at the black low slung 1969 Camaro sitting on fat racing slicks.
"It is. Now help me move this shit and maybe we can get out of here before dinner." Sam said.
"That reminds me, Abby wanted to try to redo last nights double date again. You up for it?" Harry asked moving the big marble sculpture.
"Sure. I like hanging out with you and Abby, and you know I like Melissa." Sam said grabbing a big Oil painting.
"Then lets get this done and call the girls. We can pick them up and head out to a nice restaurant." Harry said