Ron and Harry stared open mouthed as Hermione pushed a buzzer
on the door and a man's voice came through.
"Ye'llo?"
"Vin, open the door."
"May I inquire who this is?"
"If I can shove a boot up your ass. Open the damn door."
"Touchy, touchy."
"Not now, later!"
"Hermione, how.where did you..-"
She glanced at Ron "Get the money? Agency. I told you that." The door opened and Hermione walked in Harry and Ron following behind her. "Lights!"
Lights switch on luminating a giant living room with a light tan half circle couch. A giant TV with surround entertainment sat infront of it. A pair of foggy glass doors were on the wall right by a dark hallway and a stair case of burnished wood was only a few feet from the door.
"VINCENT!!!" Hermione's scream reverberated through the house as a man came out of the glass doors.
"My god!" He said rubbing his ears. "Wait till I finish those intercoms. Sweet silence."
Hermione grinned. "Not if I can help it." She turned to Harry and Ron. "Guys this is Vincent, my technician, weapon designer and finder of my shoes. Vin this is Ron and Harry."
"Hi""Hey" Harry and Ron both mumbled. Vincent grinned.
"Hermione's told be a whole lot..usually when she shooting bullets at my machines."
Ron and Harry looked scared and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Moving right along! The tracker?"
"Come on." Vincent walked back toward the doors. Hermione followed and after a moment so did Ron and Harry. The doors slid open automatically and a large open room was reveled. A long rope hung from the ceiling and bits of broken machine lay scattered on the floor. The walked towards a large glass booth where machinery was practically piled.
Vincent sat down in a chair and started typing on what looked like a computer only made of metal with a dark black screen.
"Did you get a tracker on him?"
"Yep," Hermione said tossing a bag that looked empty on the desk. "Got em on his two little bitches as well."
"You only had three?" Harry asked curiously.
"Nope," Hermione grinned. "Tiniest trackers in the world."
"Well then how do you know you got it on him?" wondered Ron. "It could have gotten on...a squirrel."
Every went silent and looked at Ron for a moment, who shrugged then they turned back.
"Got em!" Vincent said triumphantly. "And that's another point." A map popped up on the screen that looked like Diagon alley. Two dark red dots where parked in the pub.
"We'll see who he thinks he is!" Hermione turned and walked out. Harry and Ron went to follow her but Vincent told them to wait. After a second Hermione came back in a pair of black leather pants and boots. A tight black t-shirt was under a leather jacket. A belt around her waste held guns and a number of other things Harry and Ron couldn't make out. "Call in if they move."
"Got it." Vincent said typing again. Hermione tossed Harry and Ron a gun.
"Lets see what you're made off." She snapped and the room spun reveling a garage with a number of lark motorcycles. Hermione threw her leg over a large black one and looked at them both. "Pick and get a move on boys." She kicked started the bike just as Ron and Harry got on a blue and black one looking scared. Hermione flicked on a pair of sun glasses and gave a war cry then shot of the garage barely getting open before she hit it. Ron and Harry tried desperately to keep up.
"Ye'llo?"
"Vin, open the door."
"May I inquire who this is?"
"If I can shove a boot up your ass. Open the damn door."
"Touchy, touchy."
"Not now, later!"
"Hermione, how.where did you..-"
She glanced at Ron "Get the money? Agency. I told you that." The door opened and Hermione walked in Harry and Ron following behind her. "Lights!"
Lights switch on luminating a giant living room with a light tan half circle couch. A giant TV with surround entertainment sat infront of it. A pair of foggy glass doors were on the wall right by a dark hallway and a stair case of burnished wood was only a few feet from the door.
"VINCENT!!!" Hermione's scream reverberated through the house as a man came out of the glass doors.
"My god!" He said rubbing his ears. "Wait till I finish those intercoms. Sweet silence."
Hermione grinned. "Not if I can help it." She turned to Harry and Ron. "Guys this is Vincent, my technician, weapon designer and finder of my shoes. Vin this is Ron and Harry."
"Hi""Hey" Harry and Ron both mumbled. Vincent grinned.
"Hermione's told be a whole lot..usually when she shooting bullets at my machines."
Ron and Harry looked scared and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Moving right along! The tracker?"
"Come on." Vincent walked back toward the doors. Hermione followed and after a moment so did Ron and Harry. The doors slid open automatically and a large open room was reveled. A long rope hung from the ceiling and bits of broken machine lay scattered on the floor. The walked towards a large glass booth where machinery was practically piled.
Vincent sat down in a chair and started typing on what looked like a computer only made of metal with a dark black screen.
"Did you get a tracker on him?"
"Yep," Hermione said tossing a bag that looked empty on the desk. "Got em on his two little bitches as well."
"You only had three?" Harry asked curiously.
"Nope," Hermione grinned. "Tiniest trackers in the world."
"Well then how do you know you got it on him?" wondered Ron. "It could have gotten on...a squirrel."
Every went silent and looked at Ron for a moment, who shrugged then they turned back.
"Got em!" Vincent said triumphantly. "And that's another point." A map popped up on the screen that looked like Diagon alley. Two dark red dots where parked in the pub.
"We'll see who he thinks he is!" Hermione turned and walked out. Harry and Ron went to follow her but Vincent told them to wait. After a second Hermione came back in a pair of black leather pants and boots. A tight black t-shirt was under a leather jacket. A belt around her waste held guns and a number of other things Harry and Ron couldn't make out. "Call in if they move."
"Got it." Vincent said typing again. Hermione tossed Harry and Ron a gun.
"Lets see what you're made off." She snapped and the room spun reveling a garage with a number of lark motorcycles. Hermione threw her leg over a large black one and looked at them both. "Pick and get a move on boys." She kicked started the bike just as Ron and Harry got on a blue and black one looking scared. Hermione flicked on a pair of sun glasses and gave a war cry then shot of the garage barely getting open before she hit it. Ron and Harry tried desperately to keep up.