Veritas
Part One: Dawning on the Horizon
Chapter Nine - New York City
New York City had one of the biggest wizarding enclaves in the entire world, which was no big surprise. Many wizards from around the world gathered in the large metropolis. In fact, the head offices of The Agency of Magic of the United States were located there. New York City served as the wizard capital of the United States rather than the Muggle capital in Washington, D.C. It was also a cultural Mecca for both wizards and Muggles.
Percy had Apparated to New York City. He had reservations at one of the finest hotels near the boarding school that Jason Quinn was attending. Percy read the file on Jason. He found he was only sixteen years old. He was awfully young for recruiting. He would be the youngest agent yet to be asked to join the Veritas.
Percy found out on his own that Jason was not living with his family. Boarding schools in the United States were not as prevalent as they were in England. Even the wizards' schools were not like that. The schools sent the children home at the end of the day. Jason was attending one of the few wizards' boarding schools in New England.
This was Percy's first visit to the United States. Some wizards still referred to it as "The Colonies." A name that was already out of date with Muggles in Europe, but still used by wizards regularly. Percy was enjoying his time in New York City.
Percy did not venture into the wizarding parts of the city. He posed as a Muggle on a weekend business trip. Most anyone would have easily mistaken him for a Muggle. This mission was also a test of his skills. He was out of the safety of London, testing his skills in another environment all together. He was not nervous at all.
Prior to his departure, Percy had told his parents that he would visit them later in the week, even though his mother had invited him over. The family was getting ready for the children's return to Hogwarts. They were all going to go to Diagon Alley. Even Bill and Charlie were going, but Percy turned down the invitation. He said that he had to catch up on his work, which was not a complete lie. Percy was really catching up on his work, just not the work that most people thought he was doing.
His current mission was to recruit Jason Quinn into the Veritas. Percy quickly discovered that Jason's trips home were infrequent. He was an only child born into a mixed marriage. Percy only had a vague idea about how Jason probably felt about it. Percy thought that Jason's situation was very similar to Harry Potter's. He had to come up with a way of talking to him. Percy still thought he was not right for this mission; it would have been better to send Dennis or Sidney. They were more experienced. Percy had consulted with Dennis before leaving for New York City via email. There were procedures, but they were very vague. Dennis said that they were like that on purpose. If the procedures were too rigid, they would not be able to recruit people as easily. To Percy that made little sense.
Jason stayed in the school even during holidays. Percy found that the school had summer programs, and Jason was attending them. Percy suspected that Jason did not want to go home at all unless he could avoid it. A feeling that was familiar to Percy.
Percy was able to find the school easily because the directions were in the file. He had to look for Jason among the students. It was very hot in New York City. It was hotter than England. It was also very humid, but Percy kept up the appearance that he was undisturbed from it. He wore black slacks with a short-sleeved light blue shirt. He wore a black leather jacket over it and a pair of black leather shoes. His blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. They worked the same way as his regular glasses and built to read magical energy signals. He kept his eyes open.
There were more and more people with magical energy signals as he approached his destination. Percy knew that there were more and more wizards and witches walking around. There was at least one out of every ten people under normal circumstances, but he noticed the number going up.
New York City was very spread out more, but there were still lots of people. The wizards and witches blended into the crowd. They were better at pretending that they were Muggles than most European wizards and witches. Percy assumed that it had something to do with moving to the New World and adjusting to it. Percy also knew that the Veritas network in the United States was wider, but looser.
Percy was given a list of contacts who were living and working in New York City. Percy was assigned a rental car, which was waiting for him in the hotel. He drove it out to the school.
The school on the outside resembled an old manor house. It was over two hundred years old, and it was the oldest school in the entire United States devoted to the education of young wizards and witches. The school was not know as a school. Most Muggles could not drive up there at all. It was still in New York City, but hardly any Muggle noticed it.
Percy got out of his car and walked up to the gate. The gate swung open before he even touched it. He saw a group of teenage witches chatting on the steps of the school. They looked up at him and stopped talking.
"How may I help you?" asked a girl as she stood up. "My name is Melissa. This is Rachel and Anna."
"I am look for Jason Quinn," replied Percy. His accent made the girls giggly. They were all blushing like mad now as they looked at him. He was a good head taller than them. The tallest girl was Melissa.
"You're English, aren't you?" asked the girl named Rachel. Percy nodded. "You have such a wonderful accent."
"Thank you," said Percy.
"You're looking for Jason? What for?" asked Anna. She seemed the most aware of the three girls. She was looking at him accusatorily.
"It is official business," replied Percy. "I am not at liberty to say."
"Don't tell me that he's finally getting arrested? It's about damn time," said Melissa. "Did you know that he's the one who set loose those imps in the courtyard? He's done a lot of stuff. I'm not surprised that he's done something illegal."
None of this information was in Jason's file. At that moment, Percy was reminded strongly of Fred and George. He suppressed the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. He kept his face neutral.
"He did that?" asked Rachel with wide eyes.
Anna rolled her eyes at her. "You're so stupid. Of course, he did it. He's always the one doing that stuff."
"I didn't know," said Rachel; her feelings were mildly hurt.
"Look, I don't know where Jason is right now, but I'm sure that he'll show up one way or another," went on Melissa.
"Is there a main office I can go to?" asked Percy.
"Yeah, just straight down this hall," replied Anna. "Just talk to Mrs. Gonzales at the front."
"Thank you," replied Percy. "Have a nice day."
"Yeah, have a nice day!" called out Rachel as he walked off. He was not even out of ear shot when he heard them explode into a fit of giggles. He shook his head and kept going.
Mrs. Gonzales was a young witch. She was dressed in crisp robes. Her hair was up in a tight bun and she wore glasses that were perched practically at the end of her nose. She strongly reminded Percy of Professor McGonagall. Percy was sure that she was younger, but her style spoke otherwise.
"I am looking for Jason Quinn," said Percy. He presented the forged identification that the graphics department had created. He had his real identification in his other pocket. Mrs. Gonzales took a glance at his identification.
"You're from the Agency of Magic?" asked Mrs. Gonzales. "What business do you have with Mr. Quinn?"
"I came to discuss his current situation," replied Percy in a firm voice. He really did not want to use his magic to convince Mrs. Gonzales to let him through. He could not blame her, but she was starting to become a nuisance. Percy had to find Jason Quinn; he only had the weekend. He had to show up at work in the Ministry of Magic in London by Monday.
Mrs. Gonzales pursed her lips before picking up a piece a paper. She wrote down a note on it and sent it along. It was one of those flying memos, just like the ones used in the Ministry. Percy waited patiently for a good fifteen minutes.
Jason was a Metamorphmagus, so Percy could not be sure about what he looked like currently. To his surprise, a young boy came up to the office. He had dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. His eyes were wide with a twinkle of mischief. He appeared to be younger than sixteen, but he was about average in height. Percy was taller than him.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Gonzales," greeted the boy. He was smiling. "Why did you summon me?"
"Because he wants to talk to you," replied Mrs. Gonzales as she nodded towards Percy. The boy's smile faded away immediately.
"Oh," he said. "I'm Jason Quinn, but you already know that."
"Hello, my name is Percy. Would you mind giving me a tour?" asked Percy pleasantly. This was the first time that Percy had ever set foot into another wizardry and witchcraft school, so he was a bit curious about it. He thought about how his family was gathering at Diagon Alley, preparing to send Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny back to Hogwarts. Percy knew that Jason was by himself.
"What?" asked Jason with a raised eyebrow.
"Mr. Quinn, do not be rude," warned Mrs. Gonzales. Jason scowled at her before glaring at Percy. "You came all the way from England just to ask me to give a tour?"
"Yes," replied Percy steadily.
Predictably, Jason rolled his eyes at him. "Fine," he muttered. "I have nothing better to do anyway." Percy followed him down the hallway.
England had much cooler weather than New York in the summer. It was not as humid, but of course, the Weasleys did not know that. Most of them were gathered at Diagon Alley, but it was not just for the purpose of picking up school supplies. Bill and Charlie came along to protect Harry during the trip. They had to be careful. Other members of the Order would be joining them. The only member who ducked out of going was Percy, which bothered Fred and George immensely. However, Percy managed to excuse himself by saying that he had to catch up on his ever growing amount of work at the Ministry. He told them that almost every weekend he had to take the time to catch up. It was all so that he could keep up appearances with Minister Fudge. Unfortunately, for Fred and George, their father had agreed with Percy. Arthur thought it was best for Fudge to think that Percy was still loyal to him. Fred and George both agreed that Percy was just looking for an excuse out of something as mundane as guard duty.
Harry was aware of all the trouble that was surrounding him. Every time he tried to apologize for the inconvenience, he was quickly stopped. Ron told Harry that it was so much more interesting seeing some of the members without a meeting and being able to talk to them more. Hermione agreed with Ron. It had been ages since they had gone to Diagon Alley. For their fourth and fifth years, Molly Weasley had gone to Diagon Alley and picked up all their supplies.
"If you ask me, Percy should have come," said Fred as casually as possible without being accusatory.
"He couldn't, so just let it go," said Charlie.
"I can't believe he's still pretending that he actually likes what he's doing," said George. "Makes you kind of think, doesn't it?"
"What do you mean?" asked Bill. "He's only doing it because he needs to stay there."
"That's not what I mean. Doesn't it make you wonder sometimes? I mean he's really good at doing that. I would have never guessed it until that meeting. It's sort of deceptive if you asked me," said George thoughtfully.
"Percy is not a liar," stated Charlie in a firm voice. "He's just got a high tolerance for things."
"Yeah, it's so high," said Fred sarcastically.
"People act differently around their family than they do around other people," pointed out Bill.
The four brothers were waiting outside of Gringotts Bank for the others. Bill waited outside because he just did not want to think of work. His weekends were his weekends away from the bank and work. Bill thought of Fleur whenever he thought of work. She was a wonderful girl, but he was starting to have the feeling that he was being fettered and constrained. He knew she was not doing it on purpose, but he could barely stand it at times.
Fleur had a tendency to spend a lot of time with Bill during their free time. It was partially due to the fact that Fleur did not know a lot of people in England, but Bill thought that if she went out more by herself she could make more friends that way. He was starting to dislike being dragged around and her insisting that they spend every waking moment together. Sure, Bill liked being around her, but he wished that they would spend time apart as well. Fleur was always talking about how things were either at work or in France. She did not really think that England was very comfortable. Bill had to admit that she was a little self-centered. She was beautiful and had some Veela magic in her, so she was able to attract the attention of most men, Bill included. Whenever Fleur noticed Bill's attention slip even the slightest bit, she would turn on her Veela charm. Unfortunately, she would inadvertently attract the attention of other males within proximity, causing more trouble than good. It was as if she had such a tentative hold over him. Fleur was simple to understand, while Bill was harder. Maybe, it was the age gap. She was younger than him a year younger than Percy.
Bill had the feeling that Percy did not like Fleur very much. He did not say it in so many words. When she was mentioned, Percy did not join in. Bill had a feeling that Percy was indifferent towards her, but it was bordering along the lines of dislike. If there was one thing that Bill knew about Percy for sure, it was the fact that one could never really tell what Percy's motives were. Not that was it a bad thing, but it made it difficult to get along with him.
"Well, let's go and get the supplies," said Molly. "Now, no one is to go off anywhere by themselves. I will go and have tea with the Grangers and your father, so you will listen to Bill and Charlie. They're in charge."
"Yes, Mum," chorused Ron and Ginny, while Harry and Hermione nodded. They knew all the security proceedings. Bill and Charlie managed to convince their mother that they could watch the children, while she had some time to herself.
"All right, be careful," added Arthur. "We'll be at the Leaky Cauldron. Do not get separated." All the parents left together with a last, lingering look from Molly.
"Let's see what do you want to do first?" asked Bill. "We could go and get your spells and potions supplies last so that we don't have to carry that stuff around."
"Let's go to Fred and George's shop," said Ginny. "Too bad Percy couldn't make it." She added as an after thought.
"Ministry business, even though he didn't sound too enthusiastic about it," Ron reminded her. "He was as happy as he was when he was measuring cauldron bottoms."
"He could have used coming here as an excuse to get out of his work," said George.
"Let's not talk about it," said Charlie. "Here's the plan, we'll go and get some new robes and some potion supplies. We'll just drop the stuff off at Fred and George's shop before going for some ice cream, then the books. Okay, who's got the money?"
Ron held up the sack of gold that his mother had handed to him. "Here, take it," he said. He had already almost mixed up his Galleon for Dumbledore's Army with the gold that was in the sack. He had no idea that his elder brothers, except for Percy, were putting part of their pay into the family vault. No one out of the D.A. told anyone about the Galleon, not even Fred and George, who were no longer members since they left school.
"All right, that's the plan," said Bill. "Let's keep our eyes open."
They were not the only ones who had to keep their eyes open. Another man was watching them carefully and reporting their movements. The Veritas knew that Harry Potter would be in Diagon Alley because of Percy's report. They also had to keep an eye on him. Just in case.
Jason Quinn was wondering what was going on. He watched Percy from time to time, who had remained silently observant. Jason wondered who Percy was. He was a very observant young man. He could tell just by watching that Percy was no ordinary person. He carried himself with an air of silent confidence that disguised an undercurrent of power that Jason did not noticed at first.
"What the Hell are you doing here? Who do you think you are?" demanded Jason as soon as they were out of ear shot of anyone who could reprimand him. He was already skating on thin ice with most of the faculty and staff. They had threatened to expel him, if he did not stop. Jason did not want to go home to either of side of his family, so he had toned down his behavior.
"You don't like here much do you?" asked Percy out loud without preamble. "You don't feel like you belong anywhere, not since your parents' deaths." He watched Jason's features contort again. Jason was a very emotional person. His face first twisted into anger before settling on a forlorn, almost lost look.
"What do you know about it?" spat Jason. He glared at Percy whose calm façade irked him greatly. "You're here because you feel sorry for the little orphan boy? I've had enough of people feeling sorry for me. And don't you stand there and tell me you can relate! You can't!"
He was breathing deeply. His mother had disappeared last year, only to have her body found nine months later. The Muggle authorities, who had found her body, could not determine cause of death, but the wizarding community knew what it was. Many people tried to understand, but they couldn't. He stared at Percy as if to dare him to say something. Anything. To his surprise, there was a touch of sympathy in his eyes, not pity.
The silence was almost unbearable. "Say something! Go ahead say something!" he shouted.
"I will not pretend to understand, Jason," said Percy quietly. "I am merely here to offer you an opportunity."
"What?"
"You have a lot of potential, Jason. You and I know you don't belong here. You have certain talents that you can use."
"What are you talking about?"
"Didn't you break into the Muggle government computers? Or how about your ability to change you features at will?"
Jason paled. He stepped back a little away from Percy. No one in the wizarding world knew about his little computer escapades. His father had caught him before he had died, and told him never to do it again. Jason complied, but kept his skills up.
"You work for the government, don't you?" asked Jason.
"No and yes," replied Percy. "I have two jobs. Anyway, I work for an organization that believes in the preservation of life."
Jason looked at him skeptically with an eyebrow raised. "Who are you really?" he asked.
"My name is Percy Weasley. I am from England. I don't work for the Agency of Magic in the United States, but I work for the Ministry of Magic in England."
"I have news for you: your Minister's a moron. You-Know-Who's been back for a year and he covered it up," said Jason.
Percy nodded. "I know. He was the one who told me that Professor Dumbledore was mad. I did not know what to think. Over time, I grew to believe things that were different from people I knew."
"What is this organization? You're not talking about the Ministry of Magic, are you?" asked Jason, his curiosity piqued. Percy was looking at him, reading him. Jason found himself a little uncomfortable.
"I cannot tell you right now. I do know that you don't like it here. I know that you've been tossed back and forth between family members. You only attend this school so that you don't have to go to either family. You don't cause trouble because you're deprived of attention. You cause trouble because you're smart and you're bored. This place is making you go stir crazy, isn't it?"
Jason opened his mouth and stared at Percy for a moment. He was about to say something, but he looked away from him. "You and your organization just want to use me," he muttered. "You don't think that the Agency of Magic isn't interested in me."
"I don't doubt that they are. You don't like the establishment anyway," said Percy wisely. "You like to live on the edge, don't you? That's partly why you do what you do. And confidentially, your pranks lack a little imagination." He said the last part in a lower voice.
"What do you mean 'lack a little imagination?'" asked Jason indignantly. He gestured with his fingers, making quotation marks.
Percy smiled a little bit. "You're a rank amateur. I've seen better," he replied. Jason narrowed his eyes at him. "In England, there's a new joke shop. I know the owners."
"Look, I don't know what game you're trying to play, but I'll have to decline," said Jason.
"You know that Voldemort wants to kill not only Muggles, but those of Muggle descent and any other Muggle supporters," stated Percy.
Jason gasped. He had never heard anyone say Voldemort's name out loud like that. He stared at Percy. He felt a shiver ran through him as he looked at Percy's very calm face. "You happen to be one," he added in a whisper. "You and thousands of other people. Do you really think that your Agency of Magic or any another magical government cares? You may not want to be around your family, but I'm sure that you don't want anything to happen to them."
"I can't believe you just said it," murmured Jason.
"A name cannot hurt us," said Percy firmly. "Do you understand that I am not here because I seek to harm you?"
"I know what he wants to do," said Jason. "What can I do about it? They think that the Death Eaters were the ones who attacked and killed my mom. There's nothing I can do about it. Do you know how easy it is for him to find followers in this country? This country has more hate groups than any other in the world. And different kinds as well. Wizard and otherwise."
"As I have said, I am here to offer you an opportunity. A chance to help. You have so much potential, but it is your choice. This is the only chance you get. Are you ready to hear me out?" said Percy in a quiet voice. Jason nodded, more and more intrigued by the second. "Then, let me explain."
The man who was watching Harry and the rest of the group was still reporting back to the offices. His codename was Oberon. He was careful to keep himself obscure. "Asmodeus, do you read me?"
"Yes, what's your status?"
"It remains the same."
"Tell me, if there's any change."
"Will do, Sir."
Oberon continued his watch. He had to make sure that everything was safe. He did not know much about the other agent, Omega. Oberon thought it would have been better if Omega had taken the case rather than go off on a recruitment mission. Oberon did not voice his opinions because the orders came from Alpha. Questioning Alpha was not done regularly, and only those with the highest of rankings could do that. So, Oberon had little choice, but to keep watch. He knew how important Harry Potter was to the future of the wizarding world.
Jason had a lot to think about. He heard Percy out, and was surprised to find out about an organization that was devoted to not only the preservation of the wizarding world, but to the protection of the Muggles. It was a group that represented what Jason was.
"You're also part Muggle, aren't you?" asked Jason quietly when Percy was done.
"No, but my parents have taught me to appreciate all life," replied Percy mildly.
"What happens to me, if I agree to it?" asked Jason.
Percy studied him for a moment. "You will start your training for the field. You can't start immediately because you are still working on your schooling. Besides, you need more training than what any school can give you."
"How will that happen?" asked Jason.
"This school isn't exactly safe. You'll probably be transferred to Hogwarts in England," said Percy. "I went there along with the rest of my family."
"It's the school that Albus Dumbledore heads up, isn't it? The same school that Harry Potter attends," said Jason.
Percy nodded. "They're both good people. I've met them both. I was still attending school when Harry Potter came in. You're the same age as him."
"After that I get trained, right?" asked Jason.
"Yes, but you can also get trained during the summers. You've got two more to go," said Percy. "If you don't agree to this, I'll wipe your memory clean along with everyone else who saw me here today."
"How long will you give me?" asked Jason softly.
"As long as I am here," replied Percy.
"I need to think about this," said Jason.
"Is there any place to grab a cup of tea?" asked Percy.
"Yes, the cafeteria. This way," answered Jason as he led Percy to the cafeteria.
An hour passed before Jason said anything. He was thinking about his life. He had no direction ever since his parents had died. He did not have some grand destiny like Harry Potter. He had no purpose and no guide. Part of Jason envied Percy for having confidence, inversely Jason admired him as well. He wished that he could be as self-assured.
"Fine," he said when the hour was up.
Percy looked at him with raised eyebrows, but settled again. "Very well. Let's get going. We've got to get you out of here." He opened the case that he had brought with him and dug up a file. "These are documents for your transfer. All we have to do is submit them to Mrs. Gonzales. Do you think there will be any other problem?"
"No, I don't think so," said Jason as he shook his head. "I think they'll be glad to be rid of me. Too bad I couldn't leave with a bang."
Percy knew that was a Muggle phrase, so he did not have to ask. He knew about Fred and George's departure from Hogwarts, which was no doubt the stuff of legends. "There are worse things," he said.
"What about my family?" asked Jason. "Not that either side will care really, but what about them?"
"They will be informed," replied Percy. "The others will take care of it. My job is to escort you to England and get you acquainted with the organization."
"Oh," said Jason. "When do we leave for England?"
"Not right away, but you can get out of the school now, if you want," said Percy.
"Yes, I want to get out of here," said Jason happily. For some odd reason, he felt like he was doing the right thing. It was the first time in over a year that Jason felt some kind of happiness. At that moment, everything made sense.
It did not take long for Jason Quinn to transfer over his records to Hogwarts. His family was contacted and the wizarding side gave their approval. Jason had his stuff packed up in a hurry; it was being sent ahead of time to one of the Veritas' safe spots. He left the school with Percy.
Everything was going off without a hitch. It was now evening time in New York City. Percy had brought along his laptop to send messages back to the Veritas. Jason, not to Percy's surprse, had one as well. He was using it to type something.
Percy was only on the network for a moment when he noticed something odd. There was something waiting for him on the network, not even an email message. Just something for him that was waiting there, the moment he logged on.
"What is it?" asked Jason, noticing Percy's change in expression.
"It's a message," replied Percy as he brought it up. The message read:
"Omega…come…and…help…me…"
Jason stood up and looked at the screen. "Omega?"
"That's me. This was waiting for me," said Percy. He went to go check his email. To his puzzlement, it had been swamped with messages.
"Looks like a lot of spam," said Jason. "But it's all from the same person. Weird. Do you mind?"
Percy did not know as much about computers as Jason did. He was after all a computer hacker. Percy moved aside to allow Jason access. Percy watched Jason open a message. "Definitely weird."
Omega…come…and…find…me…help…me…please…Omega…
"It looks like someone really needs to get some help from you, but why you?" asked Jason.
"I don't know," answered Percy, utterly puzzled.
"Let's see if I can trace the email. Almost anything on the net can be tracked back to its original source. Unless, of course, this person used something to keep the IP address moving," said Jason, trying to keep the computer terms in layman's terms. "This is quite a network you've got here. I've hacked into the CIA and the FBI computers for fun before, but this network is more secure. I'm a bit out of practice because of the school. Before my mom died, I was attending a public wizards' school that allowed me to go home everyday. She made sure that I stayed in touch with my Muggle roots and obeyed the law of underage use of magic by not allowing any magic to be used at home. She let me use my computer…I don't think she ever realized what I was doing."
"I think that the company has people like you on staff. They're the ones who built the network," said Percy. "It's all mumbo jumbo to me."
"Hmm," said Jason as he kept doing things to the network that Percy could not understand. "Whoa." He muttered after a moment. "No way."
"What?" asked Percy in alarm. "This is a security breach. How bad is it?"
"I thought that was only a rumor," said Jason.
"What?" demanded Percy again.
"EVE. It's this computer program that can hack into any system in the world. I thought it was only a rumor, but this computer doesn't just hack. On the web, specifically in IRC, there's this thing about a computer program. It works just as fast as the human brain, but that's impossible to do. The human brain is highly complex. However, this computer can move just as quickly and can plan things accurately. It can also hack into any system in the world. Even I can't do that," explained Jason.
"What does EVE stand for?" asked Percy.
"Don't know. No one does," replied Jason. "EVE is supposed to be in this corporation's headquarters. No one knows exactly where though."
"Why would the computer contact me?" asked Percy.
"No idea," replied Jason. "However, this is one hell of a breach of security."
Percy frowned. He did not like the sounds of it. "I'll have to send a report."
"You better do it quickly, but I don't suggest using the computer. I'll have to check to see if there's a worm virus in your computer now," said Jason. He knew a lot about high tech security; after all, he had broken a couple of laws himself, but was never caught.
"I'll use my cell," said Percy. Just then, his cell rang. He looked at Jason before picking it up. "Hello?"
"Omega…help…me…"
The line went dead.
Written by kirikarin
Beta Read by IvyDragon
AN: This is the second to last chapter for this first part. Jason's codename will be revealed in the next chapter. What will happen next? Needless to say, not all will be going as planned. I've been writing this story at this point for just over a month. Part of the problem was me, but I was changing things to suit the story better. I've got so many influences running through me with this one. I am trying my best for it to fit. I've watched and read a little too much.
Wow, I didn't know people actually read the author's notes. I just casually mentioned that I didn't think people were following this story. I guess I was wrong. Sorry for the lack of updates even though I was off hiatus. I ran into technical difficulties. My backspace key broke, so I had to get it replaced. The good news is that I now have a new keyboard for my laptop. ^_^
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