Chapter One: Between the Devil and the deap blue S.E.A.
The Dropship sped across the night sky towards its destination. Inside, a man standing at about six-foot-four prepared himself for his latest assignment.
His uniform was black, including a built in kevlar-vest, elbow and knee pads, a holster for his pistol, and everything else he'd need on this particular mission.
His name was Josiah Miller. He was an agent of S.E.A, the Supernatural Execution Agency. Their mission was to get rid of pesky anoyances that went beyond natural limits. This mission would be his last. The big one.
Eliminate specific members of the Hogwarts school. His briefing had made it clear that he was to do what he needed to, even if it meant killing those that aren't targets.
Even so much as blowing up the whole damned building.
He was ready. This would be his last hurrah.
He put his helmet on, sliding the respirator into place and moving to the back of the ship. The hatch opened.
"Five seconds to drop-off." The dive commander said. Josiah nodded, now standing on the edge of the world he knew, ready to dive off into that black darkness below.
The dropship swayed infront of the moon, the interior of the craft getting bathed in silvery light. Josiah took a deep breath, and heard the tell-tale ping of the clear-light going green.
He clenched his fists, then dove out of the ship and towards the landing point...
Earlier that day, Josiah sat in a chair facing the desk of his superior. Sergei Petrovich and his female partner Shakti. There was one light in the room, directly over Sergei's wooden desk. The carpet in the room was dark green and a kind of beige color.
The shape of the room called all focus onto whoever was behind the desk, giving Sergei more authority than even his pedigree deserved.
Sergei put his cigarette out and looked at Josiah. "Your last mission is going to be an easy one, Josiah..."
"What is it this time, offing a few dipshit Vampires at some lame "Goth club"?" Josiah asked, draping one arm over the back of the chair.
The silver-haired Sergei just laughed. "No, actually. This one will be a little more fun than that. You're aware of the Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and all that bullshit?" Sergei asked. "That's your mission. Go in, take care of a few of the students and teachers, get out."
"Who're the targets?" Josiah asked. Shakti, the egyptian shapeshifter stepped out of the shadows. She was in her Anubis-like form, dark furred and scantily clad. She held out a pile of photos, headshots of his targets.
"There's no order in which we need them taken out. Just so long as they're dead, we're happy." Shakti said. "The first is Harry Potter himself."
"The main character in those bloody books?" Josiah asked. "I get to kill that little bastard? You guys are being too kind."
"Well, he is the namesake for those books. How accurate those shit heaps are is beyond me, however." Sergei said, motioning for Shakti to continue.
"The second and third are his comrades. Ron Weasley and Hermoine. They should be particularly simple to kill, just lure the two into the same place and get two birds with one bullet."
"Alright, alright." Josiah nodded, glancing at the pictures. Ugly little nacker and some idiotic looking redheaded boy. "So I'm just killing off some kids?" Josiah asked.
"No, no." Shakti said. "Your fourth target is the big one, Dumbledore. The fifth is someone who simply can't smell very nicely, Hagrid."
"I get to bring down a giant?" Josiah asked, eyeing the picture. "Sounds fun..."
Shakti crossed her arms over her stomach, sitting on the edge of Sergei's desk. "The next target is Draco Malfoy. Then, Remus Lupin. After that one, you get to off Cho, Tonks, and Fleur or Flour or some crap like that. The other targets, we haven't yet gotten names on. I'm sure you'll be abled to locate them, though."
Josiah scanned over the pictures. "And these are all wizards and so on, right?"
"Yes." Sergei said, standing up. His pearl handled revolvers dangled menacingly from their holsters. "They should be no problem for you, though. Magic can't stop a .45 from behind, you know?"
Josiah laughed a little bit.
"My last hit and all I have to do is off a bunch of kids playing with their wands. This will be easier than that time I had to get rid of a few LARPers outside the firm building. I don't know if it'll be quite as fun, though."
Sergei smiled grimly. "You're a sick bastard, Josiah. It's going to be a shame to lose you." Shakti nodded in agreement. "Good luck. Your armament will be the usual, but you'll be given enough semtex to plant on the building's key structures to take it down."
"I get to kill things and blow shit up?" Josiah asked, standing up. "Is this my birthday present, or something?"
"No, no no. You only need to blow the building up if you can't kill all the targets effectively. If someone sees you, and you don't kill them, blow the place up." Sergei said.
Shakti snorted. "Or, you could just kill the targets and blow the place down."
"That sounds like fun..." Josiah said, turning and about to head towards the door. "How did you guys find this place, anyway?"
"S.E.A.'s hackers can get any satellite to snap a few photos for us. It was somewhat of a chance happening, but we've got the coordinates." Shakti said. Had he turned to look, he would see that she was standing by Sergei now.
Shame on them, mixing business with pleasure.
Josiah narrowed his eyes, seeing the shapes of the schools architecture come into view. He finished his count, then pulled the chord. His parachute came out and spread into the wind properly, he slowly drifted down towards the designated landing point.
When he landed, he shed his parachute gear, stashing them away into the surrounding foliage. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and looked up at the building.
With a slight grin, Josiah began his infiltration.
To be Continued.