As soon as they appeared, they instantly noticed and recognized their surroundings.
"Isn't this that World War 2 base reserved for the Assault matches!?" asked Stacy.
"… yes… yes it is," replied Reiki.
"Well, if this is the battleground, then the advantage goes to us," said Harry.
"Why do you say that?" questioned Reiki.
"Well, think about it," reasoned Harry. "This arena is huge, with plenty of high places to hide in and a wide range to maneuver in. Considering this, even though we're outnumbered with the resent loss of our demolitions expert, considering our specialty when it comes to stealth, I'd say we have enough of an advantage to slaughter the opposition."
He paused in case any of the two had any questions. When he saw that they didn't, he continued.
"Keep in mind that most of the fighting will be taking place either in the engine room, in the boiler room, or on the shore, so we should find a way to exploit that. Stacy, you're up."
"Thank you Commander," said Stacy as the men gave her their attention. "Harry is right. I believe that most of the fighting will take place in either the Engine Room, the Boiler Room, or the Shore since they are the most wide open spaces in the arena. However, we can exploit the weaknesses in these areas in several ways. Reiki, for you, the most obvious would be to find a appropriate sniper position and take the enemies out one by one. Harry, your skills are very well rounded, and with the loss of our demolitions expert, I believe it best to leave you to handle the heavy duty weapons. I, with my expert skills as a tactician, can very well handle hand to hand combat with the melee weapons. Only refer to melee attacks either if the opposing team becomes daring and catches us off guard, or if they get too close.
"With these precautions, I am confident that we can slaughter the opposition with very little casualties on our side," finished Stacy.
"Excellent Lawler. Basara, look over the map of the arena. We need to familiarize ourselves with the areas that we'll be covering."
They spent the next five minutes organizing and strategizing with Reiki over different coordinates and points that they believed were crucial points of assault and defense.
As they finished their strategizing, they heard the automated voice of the judge.
"Attention all teams! Team Deathmatch will begin momentarily. Please make any necessary last minute checks and be ready to begin shortly!"
"We don't have much time left. We know what we must do, so lets go out there and dominate!" claimed Harry.
They took out their Enforcers out, took their positions and waited. They didn't have to wait long as the automated voice of the judge came to life.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Team Deathmatch!" it yelled out.
They knew that they were being broadcasting live as soon as they saw the holo-cams hovering about.
'This isn't good… no one has ever seen our team on wizarding television… I wonder how they'll take it when they find out that I'm not at Azkaban…'
"Today, we have the infamous Crow team, lead by Christov 'The Demon; Vladimir, against the deadly assassins known as the Fallen, being lead by none other than Harry 'The Enforcer' Potter!"
Harry closed his eyes. He could practically feel the vibration of the people cheering, stomping their feet, and jumping up and down in excitement as they watched the live feed.
'Unbelievable,' thought Harry. 'I'm a 'supposed murderer and traitor' and they still cheer for me?'
"The rules for Team Deathmatch are simple. All team members frag count will accumulate. The first team to reach a total of fifty frags will be declared the winners. Please note, that this is also team Fallen's Test of Passage. Should they win this match, they will be granted their rights once again, to retire from the Tournament and regain their freedom, allowing them to leave Alkatraz prison and live in the muggle society!"
Harry sighed. That was the catch: he or his teammates could not be caught in the wizarding world, or else he'd spend the rest of his life in Azkaban. No more Alkatraz, no more Tournament, just life rotting in a 6 by 8 cell with nothing but the rags he had to wear, the floor to sleep on, a bucket, and a few dementors for company.
He shook his head of those thoughts. He needed to concentrate at the task at hand.
Then, he heard the signal.
"Ready… FIGHT!"
Harry pressed his thumb to the Impervious charmed glass and instantly warped to his starting point; the Engine Room. The loud noise instantly disturbed him, for he could not perceive where his opponents were coming from. Knowing he needed to move, he did just that. He moved down and instantly found a Flak Cannon.
'Nice…' thought Harry as he let the rage in his body consume him. He felt the transformation commence, going from a human with morals and values to an inhuman killing machine who could care less. He had let himself turn into his alter ego. He was now the Enforcer.
He went into the downward spiraling hall and met a member of the opposite team, disposing of him quickly as heard an automated voice scream out "FIRST BLOOD!" He then heard the judge commentating.
"And Potter has drawn first blood in what is now looking to be a rocket buster of a match. And Basara has just blown 2 heads off with his Sniper Riffle, bringing the Fallen to the lead in the early going 3 to none!"
As the match continued, the Frags of Harry, Reiki, and Stacy started to build up. Reiki was the most accurate, and held the most headcounts of the match. Stacy was the most tactical, using her surroundings to her advantage, and Harry was the deadliest, using any and all weapons to extreme efficiency.
"And it seems that the Fallen is on a roll, the score now 48 to 12 in favor of the Fallen. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we can all agree were this match is – WAIT A MINUTE! POTTER JUST BLEW 3 CROW MEMBERS TO BITS WITH HIS ROCKET LAUNCHER! IT'S ALL OVER LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WITH AN ASTOUNDING FINAL SCORE OF 51 TO 12, TEAM FALLEN HAS WON THE MATCH!"
And so the Fallen stood in triumph, celebrating their victory, shooting off their guns and making sly comments to the holo-cams… well… lets just say that Harry's vocabulary has grown to be very exciting and colorful…
Right as they went into the locker room, Harry quickly snatched a holo-cam out of the air and shouted into the camera, "WHO'S NEXT!?" and threw it against the nearby wall, feeling smug with himself. It was finally over.
"So Harry, now that you've been set free, what are you going to do?" asked Reiki.
"I'm thinking of leaving for London. I've some… unfinished business that needs tending to," he said in nothing but seriousness. He then cracked a smile. "I just so happen to know of a flat about half a mile south of London, a normal muggle one mind you. It's a huge 8 bedroom 5 and a half bathroom flat with plenty of space and additions, so there's plenty of room for all of us. I read about it in the newspaper.
"So that means that we won't be needing to separate… but what about schooling?" asked Stacy. "And money?"
"The tournament officials will be paying for all of our expenses from now on. We'll each receive a debit card, which the track very carefully, that connects automatically to the Tournaments funding, which I might add, is short of limitless," stated Harry, chuckling as he saw the expressions on Reiki and Stacy. "It was all explained in the tournament manual… I expect that you read the manual?"
"Dude, no one reads the guide…" said Reiki.
"I sorta figured that," said Harry. "And don't worry about school, the officials made us records and should be sending us the information needed for our schooling."
"Well, schooling for me anyway. They arrested you just as you were about to get your diploma, right?"
Harry decided not to answer that question. He finished dressing and packing and turned towards his teammates.
"Well guys, this is it. We can finally leave this dump. Stacy can actually finish her schooling, and Reiki can start teaching his martial arts classes."
"What about you Harry? What are you going to do?" asked Stacy.
"Probably something slack, knowing him," shot Reiki.
"Actually, I was thinking of opening a business."
"…"
"…"
"… you don't think I can do it, do you?" asked Harry.
"Would you prefer a white lie or the truth?" replied Stacy.
"… let's just save it for later. Right now I just want to get the hell out of here!" he exclaimed.
"Excellent idea," said Reiki.
"That's why I'm the Commander!"
Stacy and Reiki looked at each other, then said at once: "It went to his head," and started cracking up.
Harry just started grumbling as he made his way out of the locker room and into the unsuspecting world.
To be continued…
A/N: So the second chapter is finally out! Man it took a while. I couldn't decide how I wanted to write out the match, so I just decided to keep it brief. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, and also, sorry for the delay.
I guess that's it. Keep reading, keep reviewing, and until next time, I'll be watching you…