A/N Nope just checked again, still don't own Harry and cannon characters. The Stormchasers and typos are mine. Just a note on the last chapter. A reader questioned the use of "a Mutt and Jeff pair" in reference to Flitwick and Charles. Mutt and Jeff were characters in a comic strip here in the states years ago. The strip was about a big guy and his friend an itty bitty guy. The term slipped into slang over the years. Since Thoraxe357 said "A what Mom?" I thought an explanation was in order.
Severus was examining his life at the present moment. Snape was more than willing to play the double agent for Dumbledore. He wanted revenge on the Dark Lord for taking the only person he had ever loved away from him. The potions master was not a good man, but he was not the evil one he had been fast becoming when Lily Potter had died. But he knew that there was something different about the Headmaster. For the last few months, Professor Dumbledore had been very secretive and aloof. The old man had never completely confided in Snape, he knew that, but before the Dark Lord's return last term, he had discussed more of his plans with him. Snape had made a serious error in trying to read Potter at the beginning of this term, but how was he to know that Harry had learned Occlumency. That young man had always been an open book. Severus had not even had to try hard in the past to read Harry anytime he wanted too.
Severus had warned Dumbledore in the past when Harry was up to something he shouldn't be doing. Usually, the head master had let the boy get on with it. It was like he was testing Potter, seeing where his strengths lay, and what his weaknesses were. He had warned the Headmaster about Quirrell, not that he Severus had known that the Dark Lord possessed the DADA professor. He had just thought that the stuttering fool was greedy and wanted the Stone for himself. In the second year that Harry was at school, when the entire school had found out that the boy was a Parseltongue, Snape had been shocked. How had that happened? Had some of the Dark Lord's powers leaked when he had been destroyed that Halloween night? Even though he would have never admitted it, he had been impressed with Harry's abilities, considering his upbringing by those muggles. A leakage would explain some of the boy's talents. Not all, but some. Snape had a feeling that Harry was a powerful wizard in his own right. Look at his blood lines, hated James Potter he did, but the man was a wizard to be reckoned with. And his mother, she was very special. In more ways than just her magical power.
But when the diary's capabilities had come to light over two years ago, Severus was beginning to realize just how far Voldemort had gone to insure his own immortality. When he heard about the diary, he was shocked. Versed in the dark arts as he was, Snape knew what a Horcrux was. That diary had to have been a Horcrux made by the Dark Lord. And knowing the Dark Lord as he did, he suspected that there was more than one.
Snape also suspected that Dumbledore knew what that diary was too, but the older wizard had never mentioned it in Severus's presence. So Snape had been trying to track down any other suspected Horcruxs, on his own. So far he had not had any luck, but since the Dark Lord was back, there were obviously more than the diary. He was to the point of going to Dumbledore with his suspicions at the beginning of the term, when the students had returned. Then he saw the Potter brat for the first time in three months. In June, Harry had been devastated by the death of Diggory. He was small and under nourished as always. An entire term of good food could not make up for years of what Snape suspected were a lot of missed meals. He wondered if Petunia was actually starving the child.
But the young man that had returned to Hogwarts in September was not the Potter he had come to know. Potter had changed drastically, he was confident, he had grown physically and magically more than two months would account for, and he had shields that were impressive. Snape did not know how to handle this new young man. So he decided after the botched Occlumency attempt, that he would stand back and see what would happen. He had also come to a decision about the boy. Severus would see if he could help Lily's son defeat the Dark Lord for her sake.
Severus had been trying to figure out how Potter was supposed to destroy the Dark Lord, but he knew he did not have all of the facts. But there was one fact that Dumbledore did not yet have; one that Severus had learned when the Dark Lord discovered that Lucius had lost the diary entrusted to him for safe keeping. The loss of the diary had frightened Voldemort. It was the first time Snape or anyone had ever been allowed to see fear in their master's eyes. That was a good feeling for Snape. Not so good for Lucius however. That curse had almost ended Malfoy's life. The look of fear meant that if the Dark Lord could be frightened, just maybe he could be stopped. Severus didn't care if it was Harry or himself, just so long as somebody finished Voldemort once and for all.
Dumbledore was working on another missive to Fudge. He had hoped to hear back from him with Fudge finally admitting that Voldemort was back. Albus had wished that common sense would overcome the Minister's political aspirations. It had not seemed to have happened yet. At that moment, the floo network flared in the fireplace. Fudge's head appeared in the green flames.
"Dumbledore, may I come through? I need to talk to you please," Fudge's head said.
"Of course,"Albus said as he rose and went across the room. Fudge stepped out of the green flames.
"Won't you have a seat Cornelius? Here these chairs are very comfortable," the Headmaster gestured to the matching wing back chairs beside the fireplace. Fudge sat down, nervously twirling his lime green bowler hat. For once, he went straight to the point.
"Albus, I believe you. I have been checking some facts, Amelia Bones of course believed you to begin with. She has been working tirelessly finding facts and shoving them down my throat. She has also told me that someone has been helping by eliminating suspected death eaters; she is not pursuing whoever it is. She says that they are really helping her budget bottom line. I have to admire how they are doing it without the Dailey Prophet getting wind of it. Oh well, I can't deny it any longer. He who must not be named has returned. What are we going to do?" Fudge looked 20 years older than he had at the end of the last term.
Dumbledore looked at the Minister. What had brought this on? Had Cornelius been Imperioused? He felt no guilt in performing the Legilimence spell nonverbally on the Minister of Magic. Fudge's eyes lost their focus as Dumbledore checked for Death Eater tampering.
"What in the bloody hell was that for?" Fudge exclaimed. "I came here for your help, not a mind rape!"
"Minister, I had to be sure that you had come for help. I cannot be too careful. I apologize for the intrusion, but it was necessary. What has brought all of this about? I cannot believe that Madame Bones had been able to convince you, since you would not listen to me."
"Well, Dumbledore, many things have happened since we spoke last. First, Black's innocence when everyone thought him guilty. That is going to cost the Ministry a mountain of galleons. Then there is the other evidence presented by Pettigrew. I would have never believed it… I didn't believe it when Harry told us last June. I have wronged the boy so much. Lucius Malfoy, one of our oldest families, harboring He Who Must Not Be Named. Of course when the Aurors got to the Malfoy mansion, there was no one there at all. Not even a house elf. But there was plenty of evidence that terrible things had been happening there. Then there are these Death Eaters that Madame Bones tells me have been eliminated from the Ministry. They were trying to take over. Did you know that there have been two attempts to kill her! She said if you had not warned her, she would have been dead. Said something about constant vigilance! Whatever the bloody hell that means! I am at my wits end Dumbledore. What are we going to do?" Fudge was so upset he was trembling.
"Cornelius, we will come up with a plan. You must protect yourself as well as the rest of our people. We also have to protect the muggle Prime Minister too. Because this war will spill over into the muggle world if we do not act soon. We need to get someone close to him that we can trust. I would suggest that you let Amelia handle that before we make any sort of public announcement. Because once we bring it out in the open, the warfare will really begin.
But we will have to bring it out, so that our people can protect themselves. It will also make Voldemort's life a lot harder. You will have to remove the Dementors from Azkaban because I fear they have already joined him. If you don't want his best Death Eaters running amuck through the countryside, you had better increase the security there. And do it as of yesterday!
We have been working on his supply lines, safe houses, and followers but we have more work to do. Now that you are with us, we can expand our operations. We are not going to sit and wait for them to hit us. We are hitting them. Waiting didn't help us last time. The only thing that brought us any relief was a 15 month old child and his parents' sacrifice. Their sacrifice gave us 13 years. That is more than we could have hoped for. And we wasted most of that precious time. We will not depend on a child this time. We will be depending on warriors that are trained as much as humanly possible to fight this fight." The wizened old wizard's voice was strong. He knew that this was what they had to do this time even if he didn't like it. He preferred peaceful negotiations but he knew that negotiations without might to back them up are doomed. He had learned that in Voldemort's first war.
"You already are working on it aren't you? You didn't wait for an old fool to admit he was wrong, did you? I think that maybe you will be remembered as the one who saved us. "Fudge said in a quiet voice that held the first hope the old man had had in many a day.
"I will not be the one saving us. One person can't do this alone and certainly it will not be me. Yes we are working on plans, but we are keeping our plans close. I am not going to tell you right now. I trust you but we have to get more of our people around you. Trust Kingsley and Madame Bones, they will protect you. The ones that you know about are just the tip of the iceberg. Your department is not full of Death Eaters anymore, but there are too many of your people that will talk without thinking. And they will know that you have been here. Let us come up with a plausible reason for you to have done so." Albus drew closer and the two worked out a plan.
Ed and Sirius had been undercover for two days. Ed was using the form of a fox when he was out and about, while Sirius stuck with Toto. They were both small enough to stay out of sight. But they had seen plenty. Lucius Malfoy wasn't spending any quality time at home because he was at the manor house 10 hours out of 16. And he didn't look happy about it. The wards around the manor were thick and strong but they were designed to keep people out, not animals. The two commandos searched the perimeter of the grounds until they found a culvert that went under the drive up to the house. It was small and the brush had overgrown both ends. It was a simple matter for the two creatures to slip through to the other side. Wards didn't extend into the ground. First barrier overcome.
Ed discovered that someone had put up a detection ward; it worked like an infrared bugler alarm. Anything over a certain height would trigger alarms. It was set low, but not low enough to pick up the two short canines. It was set just about Goblin height. Perfect. They were actually able to station themselves at the front and back of the house to observe. The Death Eaters were fewer in number than they had been before Ed and Sirius had gone on the Warrior's Path, taking out their enemies as they found them but there were still around twenty either living in the house or just coming and going. No sign of Voldie, but that was to be expected.
He was here though. Ed could feel something in the house that, to be honest, made his red fur stand up on end the entire time he was near it. That was enough to let him know that Voldie was here. Storming this joint was going to be fun. Not good fun, hard, nasty fun. He wasn't sure that that was the answer here. Maybe they could lure Voldie out of his strong hold. Something to think about. If the Order did storm this place they were going to need A-10 Warthog to do it. Hey that ain't a bad idea, thought Ed, wondering where the Confederate Air Force was performing in the upcoming weeks. The two discovered two more ministry workers; Ed was even able to put a subcutaneous tag on them using a blow gun from his hiding spot. It is easy to carry a loaded blowgun between your fangs like a stick. He had been able to transform prone in his hiding spot for the moment it took to tag the Death Munchers.
Neither he nor Sirius could remain in human form for more than a few moments within the wards. It just wasn't a good idea. Each time he had done it, the evil had started searching for intruders. Sirius motioned for them to leave the evening of the second day. They went out the way they had come and high tailed it back to the hills. That night they both hid in their animal forms and watched the entire valley along with the manor. There seemed to be no alarms raised and no one was out searching. At dawn the next morning, Ed and Sirius drug their packs over the hill into the next valley before they transformed. Then they walked back to Little Hangleton and caught the muggle bus.
Once they got back to London, they found a secluded alley and apparated back to Hogsmeade. They set about compiling their notes. They had worked hard and a good report for the rest of their group, along with suggestions on what to do next.
"You know what mate?" Sirius asked Ed that afternoon. Sirius has been fidgeting for about an hour.
"What Padfoot? Need flea soap?" Ed teased.
"No you big Yank. I think I need to pay a visit to Madame Bones about my case. I think she would like to help us out here. I do believe she is sweet on me. Must be my fantastic charm! Well, anyway, I was thinking that we could use some help. She has proven herself to the Order and to us. Might be time to recruit her. She has resources that we can use. More feet to the ground so to speak. Maybe she can help us tail those two blokes and see where else they might lead us. Amelia could have Dora or Moody tail them at least, well maybe not Moody 'cause he isn't that inconspicuous, but you know what I mean. So what do you think?" Sirius asked as he cleaned his bow half heartedly.
"I think, Padfoot that you just want to talk that nice lady 'cause you think she is sexy. Must be the weapons. But you are right; she has proven herself to my satisfaction. I think that she took out Thickeness, he wasn't under the Imperious. He was just a Death Eater. Bet she kind 'a took it as personal insult that her second in command was Voldie's. I think the Prophet said he was on vacation in Polynesia. I think she fed him to the sharks myself! So why don't you pop on over and see the nice lady. I'll report to the boss and let both of them know what we found out. You just be careful. I don't want to have to come save your ass, you hear? Just remember she is the youngest head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement ever and she didn't get there using money. She got there by skill and cunning." Ed looked at Sirius from under his brows.
"I hear, I hear. I'll be careful. You don't think I am going to just go waltzing into the ministry, do you? The lawyers say it is all clear but I don't trust them not chunk me into prison just for jollies. No, I think I'll meet her for supper or something. Nice and quiet, private too, that would be nice. Besides I have my portkey. Never leave home without it."
Sirius did think that Madame Bones was sexy. But he wasn't about to admit that to Ed. He would never hear the end of it. Sirius sent Madame Bones a note with their owl, Reggie. He was almost as fast as Hedwig, but being very dark grey, he didn't stick out as bad. He would have Amelia meet him in muggle London for supper. That ought to slow up the Death Eaters that might be on the lookout for her in Diagon Alley.
Amelia Bones was in her office thinking about what had happened this afternoon while she prepared to have her tea. Fudge had disappeared from his office through the floo network. He had gone to Hogwarts. At least he was safe there. She could not convince him that he was in danger. The idiot! He had stayed a considerable amount of time and had returned before his usual afternoon tea time at 4:00. He had not told anyone what had precipitated the trip, but Fudge had told his secretary when he returned that Dumbledore had finished the report on the Umbridge incident so that it could be added to the record, which he did give her a copy of. Why had he not had a messenger pick it up? She hoped that he would listen to Dumbledore if not she, but didn't hold much hope out for it.
Amelia sat and looked out of her one small window. Rank does have its privileges; she had requested one of the few offices that had a real window to the outside. Just then a large dark grey owl landed on her window ledge and tapped the window. She looked at the owl and recognized him as the one that Sirius Black had used in earlier communications with her office. She opened the window and allowed him to come in to the edge of her desk. He politely held his leg out for her to remove the note.
My Dear Madame Bones,
I would like to discuss some issues that I feel need to be addressed in reference to my case against the Ministry. I hope you understand that I do not feel comfortable coming into an establishment that so persecuted me for so many years. I would like to discuss this over dinner this evening if it is convenient you. I have found that I love the muggle dish pizza, there is a restaurant called Pizza Hut on Camden High Street that I have found to be very good. If you would please join me there at 7:30, I would appreciate it.
Hoping to see you soon,
Sirius O. Black
Amelia found herself smiling. Pizza was much more delicious than the sandwich she had planned on eating tonight. She would meet Mr. Black. She would also be very careful that she would not be followed. Her old instructor had a saying, 'Constant Vigilance!' which she practiced every day. But she did find Sirius Black very intriguing.
Harry was leaving Care of Magical Creatures, walking back up the school with Ron and Hermione to get ready for dinner. Joshua had pulled him aside at lunch to tell that Ed and Sirius had returned from an information gathering trip and both were just fine. Harry had asked about Sirius the day before since he had not heard from his godfather since the weekend. For some reason, Harry was worried. As the afternoon had progressed, he had gotten very antsy for some reason. Every time he paused in his school work today, Sirius would pop into his head. Joshua had assured Harry that everything was fine, but the young man was having trouble believing it.
"Harry, what is wrong? You haven't touched your dinner," Hermione was looking at him with a worried look in those chocolate eyes.
"I don't know 'Mione. I am just worried about Sirius. I can't stop thinking that he is in trouble. Grandfather says everything is fine but I just have a bad feeling about this. I don't think that I can get any food down until I know for sure that he is ok. I sure wish he would walk in that door right now. I think I will go on up and start practicing. No, you go ahead and finish. I'll be alright once I start working on Katas, ok?" Harry placed his hand on her shoulder to keep her sitting on the bench. "You two just come up when you get finished. I'll see you then." He smiled at his friends and left the great hall.
Harry went into the room of requirement and began his evening routine. He worked the heavy bag until he was dripping with sweat. Then when Ron and Hermione came in with the rest of the group, he had already started working on katas. The group began working on various techniques, pairing off as needed, each working on their own weakness, turning them into strengths. Luna let Charles in about 30 minutes later.
"Harry, Ed is upstairs with the Headmaster and will join us later. Sirius should be by tomorrow. He went to see Madame Bones about his case. Harry, are you alright?" Charles asked as Harry turned pale and seemed to stagger.
"Sirius!!!! Charles he is in danger! They know where she is and they are coming after her!" Harry was straightening up now.
"How do you know? Do you see something?" Charles asked. Everyone in the room was watching Harry now.
"Pizza Hut, Camden High Street, London, that is where he is! Come on!" Harry turned and started to run out of the room. Everyone of the group was right behind him. Charles stopped only long enough to send a message to the Headmaster and Joshua by patronus.
Harry ran calling "Dobby! Star!" and the two elves popped into the hallway as they shut the door and it disappeared.
"How many of us can you pop to London?" Harry asked in a rush.
"I thinks I can take three," said Dobby. "Me toos," said Star.
"We need more help!" Harry said.
Just then Fawkes flashed into the space by Harry's head. Harry didn't even slow down in giving orders.
"Ok, Dobby take Luna, Neville and Ginny," Harry turned to Star, "Please take Fred, George and the Professor. Fawkes can take Ron, Hermione and me. Move everyone! Go to Sirius in London, Camden High Street, hurry they are coming!"
The entire group disappeared from the hallway with two pops and a flash.
Sirius and Amelia had a wonderful dinner of pizza and beer. Their conversation never seemed to lag. They both felt more comfortable with the person across the table from themselves than they had with anyone else in a long time.
"Amelia, my dear, I have to say that this is the nicest dinner that I have had in a very long time. We will have to do this again more often. Would you allow the honor of seeing you home?" Sirius asked as he pulled her chair out for her to stand.
As she turned to answer the smile died on her face. Since she was facing the door, she had a clear view of what was coming in it. Fenrir Greyback stalked into the restaurant along with five of his scruffy followers. Since the two had sat talking, the restaurant thank goodness had emptied except for the one counter person, which Amelia sent a compulsion spell to make him run fast and far. Which he did. The wizards that had come into the room didn't spare him a glance. They had bigger fish to fry.
When Sirius saw her smile disappear, he spun to face whatever had come through the door. Oh great, what a way to end the first almost date he had had in 14 years.
"I am a lucky buck tonight. Two for the price of one. I get to take out the great Sirius Black too. I can hear those galleons jingling now!" Fenrir smiled his ugly, toothy smile. The Grangers would have recommended that he change his dental hygienist and reported them to the National Health Board for incompetence. It was not a pretty site.
Sirius had always wanted to be the one to take out Fenrir for what he had done to Remus. For Fenrir had been the werewolf that had infected Lupin when he was a small boy. But he knew that the odds where definitely stacked against him. Six possible werewolves to two were not good odds. Even if the full moon was still three days out, Fenrir at least would be much stronger than a normal wizard. He felt Amelia shift beside him and realized that her wand was in her hand. Oh hell, she was some woman.
Sirius rolled his head and cracked his neck. He dropped into a ready stance and heard soft pops outside the restaurant. Anyone who didn't have the ability to tap into the hearing of a canine would have never noticed the sounds. Fenrir was too busy gloating to pay attention to what was going on behind him.
Fenrir started towards the witch and wizard looking forward to the carnage when he noticed a disturbing sight. Sirius Black was grinning at him. The werewolf was used to his victims crying, screaming, begging, soiling themselves and fainting but to his best recollection, none had ever grinned. Then he smelled something. Something that made the beast inside him cringe, another first. It struck a deep primal cord within the wizard. Slowly he turned as he heard the door open.
There on the threshold stood a slender, blond teenage girl with protuberant silvery grey eyes and faint eyebrows. She had surprised look on her face. She had some sort of long pole in her hand. Oh well, thought Fenrir, I'll just have her for afters.
The young lady stepped into the room and to the side of the door. Then a funny looking huge lion stepped in, along with a large bear of some kind, and behind them came six other young people. And only two of them had a wand in their hands. The others seemed to have weapons of some kind or another. Fenrir was just beginning to realize that there might be a problem here.
"What in the bloody hell is going on?" which was the very last thing that Fenrir ever said on this side of the veil.
The two animagus faced the six werewolves and the snarling began from the moon mad bunch. The lion stretched and rolled his head on his neck in an eerie imitation of what Sirius had just done. Then he leaped, claws retracted though. The bear roared and stood on his back legs to free his front paws.
The werewolves had been the Dark Lord's top assassination squad. They had never failed in a mission, always bringing Voldie just enough pieces to show that they had completed their assignments. This time however, they had gone from the hunter to the hunted in a few short seconds. They had never battled any creature other than man. And in this battle, werewolves were totally outclassed. The twin teenagers and the older witch maintained a perimeter and sent hexes into the fray, not allowing any of the werewolves to escape. The younger teens were using staffs, nun chucks, and other martial arts on any werewolf that got close. The young people all seemed to just slip past the cures flung at them by the desperate changelings. Anti apparition wards kept anyone from leaving or coming to the aid of the Death Eaters.
Sirius was dueling with Fenrir. Padfoot knew that he could not let the huge Death Eater get his hands on him. If he did, the Death Eater would use tooth and claw to rend Sirius to pieces. Black was poetry in motion, spinning, hexing and dodging Fenrir's clumsy magic. He was not unscathed though; he had several slashes across his torso and on other parts of his body. All from curses that, if they had connected squarely, would have cut him in two. However, on the dueling field, Greyback had met his match, more than that, he had met his master.
Soon it was very quiet in the restaurant. The only one that was dead was Greyback. Sirius felt that he owed Remus that. The rest were not going anywhere anytime soon. Their wands were broken and George reduced the pieces to ashes with a burst of fire from his wand. The prisoners would not be using magic tonight. There had not been any unforgivable curses used by the teens or Amelia but the ones used put a hurting on the bad guys. No jellylegs or leg locker hexes here. Amelia had been impressed. She recognized the Weasleys and Augusta Longbottom's grandson. All this time she had thought the boy shy and not very brave. Since two of the werewolves lying unconscious on the floor were there because of him, she realized that her assessment of the young man had been in error. Only two of the teens looked old enough to be using magic, but somehow the Aurors had not yet shown up. So no underage magic had been used. How had teens fought Death Eaters to a standstill and not used magic?
The bear and lion looked at Madam Bones and she could have sworn that the bear winked at her. The two immense creatures left through the door and disappeared into the night. The teens secured the remaining Death Eaters and the twins restored the restaurant to the clean and shiny condition it had been in before the altercation had started. The younger ones even body bagged Greyback. They waved goodbye to Sirius and followed the two predators into the night. They didn't say a word the whole time.
Amelia looked at Sirius. "Would you mind explaining what just happened?"
Sirius smiled his crooked sexy smile, "Yes my dear Madam Bones, but not until we take care of the official story first. I'll explain the rest somewhere a lot more private. Let's see how should we put this? Oh, yes I think this will do nicely. Why look here Madam Bones, you apprehended a gang of werewolves in a turf fight and saved my life. Never mind the life of the poor muggle that works here. Now don't you think that is what the DMLE needs to hear? And what makes you think they will believe a cave lion and a grizzly bear stomped the, oops, well anyway, defeated these morons along with kung fu teens? Which story do you think they will believe?"
"Sirius, I think that you need some of the credit on this one. Nobody who knows you is going to believe that you just stood by and let me take care of everything. We will take joint credit for this. And I'll expect that explanation as soon as we get this mess taken care of. Right after we get you patched up." Amelia smiled up at her former classmate. 'Damn,' she thought, 'even after everything he has been through, he is still hot!'
Sirius looked at the highest ranking woman in the Ministry of Magic and thought, 'Wow, she was ready to battle those werewolves right along beside me, she is so hot! Just maybe tonight is my lucky night!'
Amelia set up wards to keep the muggles out, oblivated the Pizza Hut employee when he peeked around the back door and sent a patronus to the Ministry. Whatever had happened here, none of it had set off anyone's tracer. After saving her life, she would have never arrested anyone for underage magic anyway. Sirius got himself more pizza and another beer. Sometimes life was good. A fine battle won along with good food and beer to celebrate. Never mind a beautiful woman to share it with. Yes, sometimes life is good.
The Aurors' Reversal Squad popped into the dining room to find the two eating beside the trussed up werewolves. And the body bag of course. If none of them believed their boss's story, they didn't bat an eye. They all respected her, she was one of them, not some stuffed shirt and if that is what she said happened, and then that is what happened end of story. Because what else could have happened?
And after all the paperwork was written up, the two returned to Amelia's flat. And it was Sirius's lucky night.
NOTE: According to the HP Lexicon, Grimmuald Place is several blocks from Camden High Street and according to Google Maps, there is a Pizza Hut located on that street. Why wouldn't Sirius, being the rebel he has always been, find that he likes pizza and beer?
The Confederate Air Force is a group of airplane enthusiasts that restore and fly military planes for airshows. And the joy of keeping the machines that they flew in the military in the air. Google for more information. I understand that they have now gone politically correct and is now called something else. A10s are not in their inventory. They fly WWII era craft.