After leaving the Three Broomsticks Laura had grabbed his arm and apparated near what looked like a decrepit block of muggle apartments. Harry silently followed her to the eighth apartment where she unlocked the door with a series of taps of her wand, revealing within a safe house that certainly seemed to be lived in.
The living room was small and was illuminated only by the light filtering through the windows, shining light on a coffee table littered with takeout boxes and quick meal packages. The adjacent sofa appeared worn with balled up sheets and a pillow that was nearly flat atop one of the headrests.
Harry awkwardly moved the sheets and almost didn't sit at the face Laura made in his direction. He only took his seat when she finally sat across from him in a recliner that creaked loudly. With a wave of her wand, a scroll that was already on the table unraveled, knocking over some of the trash to reveal the manic face of a man that looked oddly familiar.
"Our target is Augustus Rookwood," Laura began as she stared directly at him. "He's been rumored to be hiding out somewhere in the forest near Great Hangleton."
"He looks familiar," Harry muttered aloud. "What did he do, you know, besides being a deatheater?"
"He looks familiar because you've likely already met him," Laura crossed her arms and legs as she continued to study him. "Does the Department of Mysteries ring a bell?"
Harry felt a hot flash of anger course through him as he finally remembered exactly where he saw the man before. "He was there the night Sirius died," he said as calmly as he could. He was now aware she was gauging him for his reaction and he suspected going off the rails wouldn't look good for him.
"That's right, but he's also wanted for many other crimes including murder and rape, among other such niceties. Our mission is to capture him, alive," Laura emphasized the final word. "We need more information about any other remaining deatheaters and their locations."
"I understand," Harry said through grit teeth, and he did. What he didn't understand were his own feelings of anger. Of course he had every reason to hate the man for his part in his godfather's death, but he was more so angry at the fact they needed to capture him instead of the alternative.
But was he willing to kill if he needed to?
Of course Harry knew the answer to that. He killed Voldemort, but he was an undeniable evil in his own plane of existence. What he didn't know is if he could approach his followers with the same prejudice. Even if they were just as capable and culpable of the same vile behavior.
The real question being if he was ready to kill, even if he didn't need to.
"I need to know you'll be able to control yourself, Potter," Laura said pointedly. "Again, we need him alive if at all possible. Now we won't be going in with our hands tied behind our backs. If he leaves us no choice then we'll do what we have to, but he might have intelligence that'll lead us to more of them."
Harry took a breath he couldn't fully keep even. "I understand," he repeated, more resolute this time. "Is there anything else I need to know?"
"We'll be flying over the forest to try and locate his hideout. You have your map?" Laura asked.
"Well yes but it doesn't display anything outside of Hogwarts," Harry narrowed his eyes at her. "I was wondering how Madam Bones knew about my map."
"Intelligence is vital to aurors," Laura said while tapping the side of her head. "But sometimes our information is outdated or just plain wrong. We were hoping to find him using your map but now it looks like we'll just have to do things the old fashion way."
"So you don't actually know where he is then?" Harry asked feeling slightly incredulous.
"Oh we'll find him," Laura stated confidently as she stood. "We've got his location narrowed down to a manageable radius. We haven't moved into confirm so as not to alert him, which is where we come in."
Harry followed her with his eyes as she trotted across the room to a cabinet filled with potions, his attention briefly straying to her body and his mind to places they shouldn't. "How old are you, if you don't mind my asking?" She seemed rather young, actually.
"Not something you should ask a lady," Laura said dryly as she glanced at him from over her shoulder. "But if you must know, I'm twenty five."
Tonks was the same age.
"Did you know Nymphadora Tonks?" Harry asked.
Laura paused briefly but never answered his question. She returned a moment later with four potion vials, two sets of differing potions. She set two down in front of him and then put the other two away within a bag on the table that reminded him of Hermione's.
"These potions are to help us with our mission. One'll give you enhanced night vision and the other increases your natural magical defenses for a time. You'll still die if you get Kadabrad, but it should make you much more resistant to magical attacks," Laura said, pointing out each potion in the process.
Harry took a moment to study the potions. One was dark pink in color and the other pitch black. The former was for night vision and the other for magical defense. He couldn't believe he didn't think of brewing such potions while he was on the run with Hermione, a walking and breathing wealth of knowledge on the subject. Though he supposed ingredients wouldn't have been easy to come by.
"When do we head out?" Harry asked.
"Once night falls," Laura walked out of the room again, this time to the kitchen. "Have you eaten anything yet? Figured we'd have a bite before we get into the nitty gritty."
Harry could see her rummaging through the cabinets from where he sat. "What is the nitty gritty exactly?"
"Well, if you do become an auror, you'll have to suffer through pre mission briefings like the rest of us," Laura returned with an uncut half loaf of bread. She stared at it, smelled it, made a face, before throwing it in his direction on the table.
It made a loud thumping sound.
"I'm not hungry," Harry said as respectfully as possible.
"Then we'll get started," Laura said with a shrug and allowed herself to fall back onto her seat, reclining back with her hands behind her head, one holding her wand. With a flick of her wrist, the picture of Augustus levitated above the table. "Augustus Rookwood, born April 17th…"
Harry listened intently as Laura droned on about their target's history of crimes and his known magical abilities with all the enthusiasm of Professor Binns during a History of Magic lecture. She then proceeded to explain that he was merely there as support. She would be taking point on the mission and and according to her, he wasn't even allowed to sneeze without her first saying so.
All in all, it seemed like he was just a tag along.
"Right then, it's time we go," Laura was on her feet again. "Wait here, I got something for you from Madam Bones."
Harry blinked and looked out of the window, realizing that it was getting dark out. He didn't realize how long the lecture had lasted.
Laura returned a moment later with a red bundle in her hands which she tossed roughly into his lap, surprising him by the weight of it.
"Madam Bones insisted you have this already. Feels like a bribe if you ask me," Laura said with a smirk.
Harry stood and unraveled the clothes with a gasp. In his hands was a Gryffindor red auror's robe. It was a soft cloth material with a white trim along the arms, chest, and around the high collar with golden buttons along the chest. On the right shoulder there was silver stitching in the shape of an M.
"Magically enhanced to repel low level spells and most tears, along with a few other surprises I'll let you discover on your own. If you go to the bathroom you'll find the rest of your clothes there. Can't have you fighting in your school clothes now can we?" Laura said humorously.
Harry hurried to the restroom to get changed and found a bundle of clothing neatly stacked on the toilet. He ignored the decrepit look of the restroom and quickly made to dress himself. When he was finished he looked at himself in the mirror and admittedly liked what he saw.
Beneath his red auror robes he wore a dark brown and heavily padded button up with matching colored pants. There were straps on his right thigh where he could house his primary or a secondary wand, something he was beginning to consider, and a pouch on his upper left thigh. Along with the outfit there were a pair of dark leather boots that were heavy to lift, but felt extremely light once on his feet.
Over all, Harry quite liked the look and shook his head with a smile at the thought that becoming an auror seemed that much more interesting to him. He even allowed himself to wonder what Hermione would think if she saw him but just as quickly banished the thought.
He returned to Laura, who whistled at him appraisingly, making him blush slightly.
"Looking good, Potter. You'll be batting girls off left and right if you show up to Hogwarts dressed like that," she joked.
"Ah, I don't know about that," Harry mumbled as he palmed the back of his head nervously.
"Don't let it go to your head," Laura rolled her eyes and offered him her hand. "Come on then, we'll be apperating in a predetermined location in the forest. Our brooms will be waiting for us there."
She grabbed his arm and with a twisting of his vision, the feint scent of mold was replaced by the fresh smell of pine. Laura held out both hands and closed her eyes and before he could question what she was doing, two brooms flew into her hands.
"Here," she tossed him a broom before mounting her own.
"I need to learn more wandless magic," Harry admitted as he followed her lead.
"Sure comes in handy," Laura kicked off and rose slowly into the sky. "Control those quidditch instincts of yours now. We're not racing here, I just need you to follow me. We'll be flying pretty high in the sky in an effort to avoid detection."
"Scared you'll lose?" Harry wasn't sure what prompted him to say that.
Laura surprised him by offering him another cute toothy grin. "You don't know where we're going for one, but beyond that, wouldn't want to hurt your pride."
"Oh yeah, how's that?" Harry asked, his own smirk stretched his face.
"I heard you were kind of good at quidditch," Laura's grin became a smirk as she leaned forward on her broom. "Well, so was I!"
She shot off into the sky very quickly. Harry was also smiling as he gave chase on his own broom, finding himself impressed by her ability as she maneuvered through the trees with precision befitting a seeker.
After a short time, Laura broke the tree line and slowed down considerably to a casual cruise.
"Seeker?" Harry asked as he pulled alongside her.
"For a couple of years, Hufflepuff," Laura stated casually. She was currently side saddling her broom as she looked down at the sea of green and then to the map in her hands. "Keep an eye out for any signs of human activity, you know, smoke or light. Also, keep an eye out for large bodies of water, most people camp near them."
"What if he's using a concealing charm?" Harry asked.
"That's where these come in handy," Laura tossed him the night vision potion. She immediately knocked hers back with a grimace and tossed the empty bottle into the air and destroyed it with a quick blast from her wand.
"Your eyes!"
Her eyes had become yellow with pupils narrowed into slits, almost like that of an animal.
"You might want to pinch your nose," Laura suggested, ignoring his comment.
Harry downed it all in a single swing and destroyed his own vial. It tasted like black licorice mixed with ear wax. "Madam Pomphrey has an extensive collection of tasty potions," he replied to her slight disbelief. "This wasn't the worst I've tasted."
That distinction went to the skelegrow potion.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Laura grinned at him again. "Brewed them myself."
Harry was beginning to enjoy her smile. A smile he could see very clearly as everything became an odd shade of grey, but much more defined than even his usual vision in the day.
"The wind is in our favor tonight. Keep an eye out for trees that aren't moving. That's how we find Rookwood because if you were listening to me earlier, you'll know his specialty is, as is with most deatheater grunts, offensive magic, not illusionary. Pay close attention to anything that doesn't quite match the surrounding environment like a bunch of trees that are still where others move," Laura explained as she began to drift away. "You go that way and I'll go this way. If you find something channel magic into this."
Harry didn't take his eyes off her as he caught something above his head.
"Not bad," Laura offered a half grin, dimpling her left cheek again.
Harry felt immensely satisfied by her reaction and looked down to the pocket watch in his hand before he was accused of staring.
"When activated the watch hands will point you in my direction or vice versa. It's currently tuned to me but you can add more signatures to it for other aurors," Laura briefly explained. "Now let's get started. Good luck, Potter."
Harry decided maybe working with Laura wouldn't be so bad. Not only did she play quidditch as a seeker, a big plus in his books, but she was quick with her wit and very easy on the eyes. There was certainly a lot to like about her but inevitably, his thoughts strayed and heart lingered on his best friend.
With a shake of his head, Harry placed the watch within his robes and flew in his own direction.
Hermione paced back and forth within the common room, her teeth biting painfully into her lower lip as she waited for Harry to come through the portrait door. She couldn't stay angry at him anymore and in fact, wanted nothing more than to apologize for striking him the moment she turned away from him, but her anger and pride got the better of her.
She'd never hit Harry before, or really anyone outside of a duel, for that matter and the guilt of doing so was eating away at her insides. Her actions were even more vile considering the life he lived before coming to Hogwarts.
It was only an assumption but Hermione was almost certain Harry faced abuse at the hands of the Dursleys. The muggle family he very rarely mentioned, and on the rare occasions in which he would, he seemed to often pale. At least he did so when he was younger. Thinking back on his first few years of Hogwarts, it was obvious he was smaller than most his age, a clear sign of malnourishment. There were other signifiers of a troubled home life and she was ashamed to have overlooked them all as a byproduct of her constant concern for him.
Ironically, her own worry had blinded her.
Oh and how she worried about him. It's all she did for all their years of friendship and implying he had nothing to live for truly hurt her feelings.
Did Harry not consider her reason enough to live for? Had all their years together, their friendship, did they all mean so little to him?
Because it meant everything to Hermione.
Something had changed between them in their time together on the hunt for the horocruxes. Feelings she thought to have long since buried resurfaced and she could no longer deny the fact she loved her best friend, Harry Potter.
All it took was almost kissing Ron to realize it. She wanted to like him because it meant not having to face a world in where she couldn't be with her best friend and so Ron would have to suffice as a replacement. A vapid mindset to be certain, but Hermione didn't realize just how much a mistake she was making until they moved to kiss.
She saw Harry in place of Ron and so Hermione turned her head at the last instant. Even feeling his clammy lips against her cheek felt wrong. As if she was betraying her feelings for Harry in doing so.
Much to her surprise, Ron seemed to understand. In fact he seemed to immediately know why whatever they may have had came to an abrupt end when he muttered Harry's name in defeat.
They decided to remain what they always were, just friends.
Of course Harry had chosen the time of her realization to make himself scarce. He always seemed to have something to do on the weekends as of late, leaving her and Ron to visit the burrow to keep the still grieving Weasley family company. Though she missed spending time with Harry, her time with Ron helped to further cement in her mind the fact their relationship would have never worked.
They were just too different.
"Hermione?"
Neville was descending the stairs while rubbing his eyes.
"Good evening, Neville," Hermione greeted respectfully but she was in no mood to speak with anyone that wasn't Harry at the moment.
"Don't you mean goodnight?" Neville said following a yawn. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I'm waiting on Harry," Hermione reluctantly admitted. She was well aware their row was a rather public affair and would rather not hear others opinions on it. "I need to discuss something with him."
Neville looked at her strangely. "Did he not tell you?"
"Tell me what exactly?" Hermione approached Neville. "What do you know about Harry?"
"Oh, uh, well he's away on his first assignment," Neville said nervously.
Hermione felt her stomach drop and worry grip her. "He's what?"
"I thought he would have…" Neville speed to think better of what he was about to say. "Erm, he told me that he was going on his first assignment with the aurors today."
"Did he tell you what he was doing?" Hermione asked. "Well did he?"
"No, he didn't seem to know what it was himself," Neville took a step back onto the stairs. "He only said he'd be back as soon as he could. I don't know anything else."
Hermione realized she must have been making a face because Neville looked nervous, almost frightened of her. He had changed much during their time away. Though he could still be shy from time to time, he was no longer the boy who was scared of his own shadow. His reaction was telling.
"Thank you for telling me, Neville," Hermione said softly, apologetically. Her thoughts were now with Harry, hoping dearly he was okay.
A stupid, irrational side of herself hoped their argument was not the last memory Harry had of her.
No!
Harry would return to her. He alway did and he always would. And she would always be waiting for him when he did.
"You know he cares about you a lot," Neville suddenly spoke.
Hermione was ashamed to have already forgotten about him.
"What?"
"Harry," Neville repeated with a smile. "I don't know why you guys were fighting but I can only imagine it has to do with him working with the aurors. Either way, I can tell it was eating him inside every time he looked at you. He's never really himself when you aren't around, you know."
Hermione felt her eyes burn but she smiled regardless. "Thank you for letting me know, Neville. I think I'll apologize to him when he gets back."
"Anytime," Neville suddenly looked bashful again. "You guys are my friends. I hate to see when you fight."
"Me too, Neville," Hermione sighed. "Me too."
Harry had been searching for the better part of an hour when he felt the watch within his robes vibrate softly. He pulled it out, feeling it was also warm, and opened it to find all three watch hands were pointing at three, which became twelve when he reoriented himself.
He felt a jolt of exhilaration as he flew in the direction the watch hands pointed and shortly encountered Laura. She was now seated properly on her broom, looking downward. He pulled up alongside her and looked down as well.
That's when he saw it. A particular thick bunch of trees remained deathly still despite the wind and there were a few felled trees in clearings with cuts that were too clean to be naturally occurring falls.
"What's the point of disillusioning the area if you're going to leave evidence you cut firewood?" Harry asked in a whisper.
Laura glanced at him. "Good catch. That's actually how I found him."
"How do we proceed?" Harry asked.
Laura handed him the second potion, this one for magical defense. It tasted worse than the first, like a bitter lemon dipped in acid. She drank her own and took his empty vial and placed them back within her bag. She then drew her wand and tapped it against her broom and hung her bag on the front end of her broom. She surprised him by jumping behind him onto his own, wrapping her arms around his midsection.
"Drop me off on the north side near the beaten trail," he shivered as her breath tickled his ear. "You'll come in from the south. I'll try and apprehend him and you'll be there to catch him if he tries to run or if he kills me," Laura said.
Harry looked over his shoulder to find their faces were very close to one another. "What?"
Laura looked at him directly in his eyes. "Don't act surprised or dwell on it too much, Potter. Just stay focused on the mission and observe. Don't interfere unless you absolutely have to. You'll know when that is; I'm trusting your judgment here."
He reluctantly nodded and vowed silently to follow her instruction.
Laura dropped off his broom and he circled around slowly before jumping off his own broom and drew his wand. The disillusionment charm really did seem sloppy compared to what Hermione could do and it became more apparent that the surroundings didn't match the charmed area. Fallen leaves piled around the affected area in a loose square; the border of the illusion.
Harry had the expelliarmus spell on his mind as he moved through the illusion, revealing within a worn beige tent, illuminated faintly within by a flickering fire. He saw Laura on the other side of the tent, who motioned for him to stay put where he was. He did as he was told, watching and waiting.
His heart began to race and somehow, his altered vision seemed to sharpen. He held his breath as she disappeared into the tent. All was silent for a painfully long while before the tent exploded in brilliant flashes.
It took all of his will power not to rush in and help her, but he had his orders. Instead he cast a shield charm over himself less he catch a stray spell.
A purple flash ripped the tent in two, revealing the dueling witch and wizard. It was a sight to behold. They circled each other, casting spells in near rapid fire, some without verbal incantations, others not. Augustus was firing forbidden curses which were aptly deflected or all together blocked by Laura, her concentration almost tangible.
"Avada Kadavra!"
Laura looked panicked as she cast a spell that hit the ground, springing up a wall of dirt in between herself and the spell. The wall exploded when the spell impacted, throwing her off her feet and sending a plum of dust into the air.
Harry was about to step in when a blue streak erupted from within the wall of dust an instant later, striking Augustus in his right knee, bending it back in an unnatural angle, eliciting a painful screech from the man.
Harry winced at the sight as Laura appeared from within the cloud, casting an incarcerous spell to bind the dark wizard in place from his legs up to his arms, snapping his broken leg back into place.
"Let me go you cunt!" Augustus growled as he writhed in vain.
Laura punched him in the face, leaving his lip bloodied. "Keep your mouth shut or I'll cut your tongue," she threatened. "Remember, we have ways of growing back extremities, many times over if needed."
Harry wasn't sure what to make of her sudden change in behavior so he continued to observe.
"You'll not get anything out of me," Augustus spat a bloody glob at her face. "Except maybe my prick. I suspect you're in need of one after I killed poor little Eli."
Laura's glare became venomous and with a flick of her wrist, the binds around the man's arms extended up to his neck, butting off his breathing. "You're not the first to claim you'll not speak and yet here I am."
Harry stepped forward but didn't say anything or move to stop her. He could see the man's face growing purple but he expected Laura still had the situation under control. A sentiment he was quickly beginning to question as she continued to strangle the man.
He wouldn't exactly be upset if she were to kill the man, but at the same time it felt wrong and he didn't want Laura to get into any trouble for doing so. Also, there was an anger in her eyes that he could recognize all too well.
A branch snapped behind them and Harry acted on instinct by casting a shield charm over Laura just as he felt something white hot hit the center of his back. The shield he placed over her shattered as a result of a sloppy last minute cast and he fell to the ground.
"Protego!" Laura cast the spell over him just as another lanced towards him.
Soon spell after multi colored spell began raining down on them like shooting stars streaking through the night.
"Get up Potter!" Laura shouted at him. "I need your help to cover our rear!"
Harry pushed through the pain and was on his feet behind Laura, joining her in casting multi level shields which were shattered almost as soon as they were cast. They were back to back, fending off spells from almost all around them, flashes of light revealing masked figures encroaching on them steadily.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked. "We're surrounded!"
"We need to get out of here!" Laura continued to cast the shield charm but he could hear she was breathing hard. "Can't apparate us away while holding them off! I need you to cover us!"
Without further prompting, Harry focused all of his magic and concentration into a spell. "Protego Maxima!"
The shield he cast around them became visible in the form of a golden sheen, deflecting instead of dissipating the spells. He could feel the immediate drain on his magic with the continued assault threatening to shatter their protection.
"Hurry, I can't hold this much longer!" Harry felt his hold on the spell slipping.
Laura grabbed his arm and with a twisting of the world around them, they reappeared still within the forest, a few feet above the ground, Harry realized with the familiar feeling of brief weightlessness before he fell.
"Oh shit!"
Harry felt the burning sensation on his back spread as he hit the ground, breathless. His altered vision swam with black splotches for all of an instant before something entered his line of sight. What little breath he retained was expelled when Laura crashed onto him.
She rolled off him, breathing hard.
After a few excruciating moments, Harry finally regained his breath with a gasp. He looked up at Laura standing over him. "What in the bloody hell was that?"
"Ambush," Laura was now glaring at him. "You were supposed to be watching our backs. How did you not notice we were being surrounded?"
Harry felt indignant but was in too much pain to stand. "I didn't hear or see them until they attacked! How the hell was I supposed to know we were going to be surrounded?"
"It's always a possibility," Laura said pointedly. "You of all people should now that!"
"Then fucking tell me that!" Harry winced, feeling his back quickly growing wet. With a groan, he rolled onto his knees.
"Oh shit, you're hurt," Laura kneeled down next to him. "Fuck, Bones'll never let me off shit detail if I let the bloody Boy Who Lived, die."
Harry somehow felt betrayed and angry hearing her words. He pushed her away and stood. "I'm fine," but he wasn't. He took two steps before dropping down to a knee again.
"No, no you're not," Laura pointed her wand to the sky. "Accio, my broom."
After a few moments, Laura's broom descended from the sky.
"The broom didn't take long to get here which means we need to get moving soon," Laura said as she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a very familiar red potion. "Drink this and take your robe and shirt off. I need to clean your wound."
Harry downed the potion, recognizing it as a typical healing potion, and tossed the bottle aside with a crash.
Laura pointed her wand at him and muttered an incantation under her breath. He his entire body grow numb and heavy. Harry looked at her oddly.
"It's a numbing spell," Laura answered the unasked question. "I imagine you won't be able to pull your clothes off otherwise but you'd better hurry, it won't last long."
Harry allowed his robes to fall off and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling as if his mobility was very limited. Laura helped pull his shirt off and he cringed seeing how blood soaked it was.
He oddly lamented seeing his awesome new robe had a hole in the back, its edges singed black.
"I guess it was a good thing Bones made me give you the robe," Laura commented as she uncorked a second potion and handed it to him. "Don't know what that spell was, but it looked like a piercing spell. Probably would have gone straight through you if not for the coat and probably the potion."
Harry downed the second potion and tossed it to the side to shatter along with the other. "I think that's the most potions I've taken in a day," he muttered.
"If that's the case you'll be feeling it later," Laura said from behind him.
"What do you - " Harry winced at the sudden feeling of a cool blast of water on his back. "What are you doing?" He glared at her from over his shoulder.
"Making sure you make it to Saint Mungos alive," Laura stated flatly as she unraveled a bandage and slapped it onto his back.
"What the hell is your problem?" Harry hissed and pulled away.
"My problem is this damned assignment!" Laura snapped. "If I didn't have to babysit you, I would have killed him!"
Harry stared at her with narrowed eyes. "I thought we were supposed to capture him?" he said.
He recalled Augustus' words and wondered if they may have played a part in her change of demeanor.
"That's what I meant," Laura looked frustrated and turned away. "Expecto Patronum!"
Nothing but a silver whisp shot out from the tip of her wand.
"Expecto Patronum!" Laura tried again but was no more successful. "Fuck!" She curse and tried twice more to no success.
"Trying to report to Madam Bones?" Harry guessed.
"Yes but I can't bloody…" Laura trailed off angrily. There were unshed tears in her eyes and she seemed truly frazzled.
"What do you want to say? I'll send it," Harry offered but there was no kindness in his words.
"Just tell her to meet us at Saint Mungos," Laura sighed as she mounted her broom. "We're flying. Can't risk appareling there in your sorry state."
Harry closed his eyes and thought of Hermione and the time they danced together in the tent. With a smile, he summoned his patronus. The large shimmering stag bound away immediately with its orders.
"Must have been some memory," Laura sounded bitter. She tapped the broom with her wand and it extended at least a foot in length. She motioned behind her. "Hop on and hands on the broom or you're walking."
With a painful sigh, Harry bent over to pick up his robes and shirt, threw them over his shoulder, and then mounted the broom. As they took to the sky and the chill made his back ache, he began to question whether or not he made the right choice considering his first mission was a total failure.
Probably won't update this quick again. I just happened to have most of chapter two already completed. I'm shooting for one update a week, two weeks at the most, but we'll see.