Mike looked over his team, like a loving father looking over his team, he
spoke with a soft voice. "Which movie is he going to see, and what time?"
Linda kept with the hushed tone, "He is going to the 10:30 Con Air." "At least he has a decent taste in movies", she added in.
Mike snickered at that one. "Which screen is that one, and does it have an outside exit?" Mike stared down, his brain was whirling, if there is an outside exit, we can get him outside.
Marcel was reading his mind, and chimed in, "It is screen one, the outside exit is on the left side of the building half way down from the entrance."
"How did you know that?" Mia shot at him, with a look of amazement.
"I look around, don't you?" Marcel said blankly.
"Bullshit!" Mia started to yell, but immediately muffled it.
"Naw, I was joking", Marcel relented. "I came here three days ago to see the Lost World." "It sucked, I guess that's why they moved it from the big screen and put Con Air in its place."
"The TRUTH has come out, Marcel is not all knowing!", Jim teased. He smiled and the team started laughing. Marcel's face turned a little red, Mike adjusted his green Polo shirt and jeans, but Linda interrupted everyone.
"Sorry to bother you'll, but the last time I heard, we had a job to do." Linda looked at everyone's face one at a time; everyone started getting serious, deadly serious. This was not a pick up game of Quidditch.
"Okay, Linda's right", Mike started again. "I want Mia and Jim to sit next to the tag, after 15 minutes into the movie, give him a shot of the stumbler potion, and get him out the side exit." Mike caught his breath and continued, "Tom, Linda, cover the side exit, Chris, I want you to bring up the van and collect them after they have the tag outside, Marcel and I will cover Mia and Jim inside the theatre, the inside entrance and memory charm any of the noners, (American for muggles), if we need to." Mike paused to make sure this was sinking in, then he looked at Mia, stop that you horny man, he had to mentally slap himself again, "After Mia and Jim are out, Marcel and I will exit through the front." "Chris, make sure to pick us up this time." The last part brought a few laughs again, and then they calmed down. "Okay First SIG, lets do this." Mike raised his voice to signal it was time to break and get the plan into action.
Linda and Tom where the first to break the groups loose circle and moved out. They walked outside and starting hanging out, like they were waiting for a movie or a ride. Chris soon followed, going out the front doors and turning left to head to the parked van. Jim, outstretched his arm and spoke in the best gentlemanly voice he had, "After you me Lady." Mia signed with her head and shoulders and proceeded to walk over to the line for the 10:30 showing of Con Air. Making sure they got close to their tag.
"Com'on Marcel, Mike waved to him, "lets get a few spots down from them in line." "Do you want anything to drink, my treat."
"Pleeeeease" Marcel wined, "I know you charge everything to the Bureau."
"Hey, if I have to put my ass on the line, the Bureau can pay for a damn Diet Coke." Mike muttered.
"Relax, relax, I was kidding, I do the same thing, homey." Marcel said motioning his hand back and forth in front of Mike. Let's just get in line and make sure none of Sam's buddies are looking in on him."
Him, Samuel Longstone, their snatch and grab target or "tag" in Bureau speak, for this evening was a follower, more like a peon, of a Dark magic sect named "The Red Scorn". The group formed Colorado about three years ago. At first they were just a nuisance, some destruction of property and harassing people. They graduated six months ago to killing noners and even a few witches and wizards in Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona. The FBME decided it was time to end their little party, either for them to met justice or their Maker.
The Bureau laid out some gallons, and was able to recruit an insider informant. She told her handler that there was going to be some sort of noner killing ceremony happening on Saturday, but he handler was not able to get anything else. She had to move out with the group, and left no other information.
Now it was up to the First SIG to locate, which they had, and interrogate Samuel. Pump him for the location of the "ceremony" and any other information he had, and stop the Scorn's idea of a fun day.
Mike and his team had been at this before. America had its share of bad wizarding apples, but none as bad as Lord Voldemort. It seems, America's 51st state, (sorry, but watch the movie "Tailor of Panama", and you will understand) had a knack for raising the really bad ones.
Mike started his 1000 yard stare and began remembering, all those years ago, being in England. Seeing the fear in every magic user's eyes, reading about the death toll climbing everyday in the Daily Prophet pages, and seeing the evil side of magic. Him, helping a small band of wizards and witches fight this madman and bring end to the carnage.
Marcel poked him softly back to the present. "Hey homey, the line's mov'en." He said softly. He had seen this stare before, he knew what Mike was doing. Hell, they all had that stare after all these years of being an auror. After seeing all the combat, the horror and receiving the wounds. Mike had it the worst, he had been at this job in one shape or another for two decades.
"Thinking about '80, '81?" Marcel using a soft and caring tone.
"Yeah, it's hard to forget dude." Mike replied, still gathering his thoughts into the present.
"You going to be okay?", "I can get Tom or Linda in here."
"No, really, I am fine,
Marcel and Mike joined the crowd as then moved into the stadium seating style movie theatre. Mike quickly made note that in fact, Mia and Jim were right next to their tag. Mike and Marcel slid up to the top left of the theatre and relaxed in some pretty comfy seats Mike noticed.
After about twenty minutes the lights, dimmed to a very low leverl. It was show time in more ways then one. First the annoying commercials, like we paid to see stupid commercials Mike thought. Then the trailers for Scream 2, Titanic, Tomorrow Never Dies, and Jackie Brown began rolling.
Marcel said "Cool" at the end of the Tomorrow Never Dies preview.
"Looks like there will be some decent movies to see over Christmas time" Mike remarked. Marcel nodded in agreement.
After that the lights went out all together, and the movie started. Mike put his right hand over his eyes and quietly spoke, "Night site." He removed his hand and his eyes were now seeing in the dark, just like night vision goggles. Unlike night vision goggles, his eyes to not "green out" when there was a sudden increase in light. Magic, it works wonders. (
"What is she doing?" Marcel wondered out loud.
"Well, I hope her job," Mike replied in a low tone.
Sam Longstone, was not an ugly guy Mia thought sitting right next to him. Although, he was no stunner like Pierce Brosnan, now, he was yummy. She began watching the movie and relaxed. It looked pretty cool, Mia, made a mental note to go see it again, since they would not be seeing it here.
A few moments later, Mia got a nudge on her left shoulder. She looked over and Jim looked at her winked. It was time to distract Mr. Longstone.
Mia accidentally on purposely brushed the tag's arm. She immediately looked left and saw him turn right, as he looked at her, she mouthed, "Sorry", and smiled. It must have been a killer smile, because Sam smiled and squirmed a bit in his chair.
Mia kept eye contact then moved her eyes down to her legs, hoping his eyes would follow. She moved only her eyes right and saw he was looking at her still. She slowing started move her left hand up her shapely thigh, getting closer to the bottom of her shorts. She looked, he was still looking, really gawking at her, this guy was so easy she thought. No challenge whatsoever.
Marcel had trouble seeing what Mia was doing, and ask Mike.
"She is using all her womanly charm, Marcel", Mike said smiley. She is getting him hot and bothered, and he was rows away from them.
Sam watched the girl next to him, start moving her shorts up revealing her purple panties. He starting feeling horny, when he felt a pin prink on the back his neck, and then his body started to short circuit.
Mike saw this and immediately told Marcel to cover the entrance to the theatre. He hoped nobody else from the Red Scorn were here, and that the noners would not notice too much.
Mia stopped teasing him and turned toward him.
"Are you alright dear?" using a voice of genuine concern. She felt she was acting more then the actors on the screen.
"Hey guy" Jim said in the same soft of concern, "Are you alright Sam?"
"Maybe we should get him out of here Tony", Mia said with concern to Jim, making sure that the fake name stuck out.
"You're right Beth" Jim following Mia's lead, "Let's get him out of here.", "Excuse me madam" Jim said in his sweet Midwestern way, "I need to help my friend here get some air."
Sam did not know what was going on. He did not know these people talking to him. As they started to stand him up and escort him out, Sam tried to fight them, but it was no use. His body simply was not responding to his brain's commands.
Mia and Jim brought the Scorn member to the exit and then outside.
Mike got up, took one more survey to see if any of the noners, or anyone else, noticed or did anything out of the ordinary. Satisfied, nothing was amiss, Mike hurried to the door, where he saw Marcel standing guard in a casual way.
Mike got close to him "They got tag, lets get out of here" he said in a soft haste. With that, they both walked out the theatre and walked to the main entrance.
When Mia and Jim got outside with Samuel, Tom rushed immediately over to help, before Linda even stepped a foot. Linda, decided to do the other job.
"Chris, get your cute butt over here" Linda spoke into her hand mic.
"On the way Linda" Chris happy said.
A dark blue van pulled up to the curb, right by the four of them. Linda opened the sliding side door for them and the front right door for herself. She watched Tom, Jim and Mia wrestle the tag inside the van, she slid the door closed, and got into the front right seat and closed the door. Chris sped away to the front on the building.
"Secure him good" Linda told them.
"We got him" Jim replied.
Tom, Jim and Mia were securing their new prisoner with magical restraints.
"He is not going anywhere" Tom told everyone in van as he took Sam's wand and gave it to Linda. "Put this in the glove box, we can go through it later." Linda complied and locked the glove box for good measure.
Marcel and Mike made it to and out the front doors without a hitch. They both went outside and saw the blue van heading for them. I love it when a plan comes together thought as he smiled silently. At least for once everything worked out right.
Mike turned to Marcel, "Hey guy, catch", and threw him the car keys. Marcel caught them one handed. "My car is over there" Mike pointed with his left arm, "Take my car back to the motel; wait for us in my room."
"You got it chief." Marcel said in a louder voice to make sure Mike heard him as he started half walking half jogging over to Mike's rental car.
Mike turned and saw the blue van come up on him.
Chris stopped the van right by Mike, "Tom, open the door for Mikey please."
"Your got it darling", Tom answered. Tome flung the sliding door open and Mike stepped inside, taking a seat behind Chris. "I told Marcel to take my car and head back the hotel" Mike said to no one in particular. He followed up with "Chris, lets get out of here." With that, Chris drove out of the parking lot.
"Unstumble him Jim" Tom said after a pause.
Jim took out his wand, and spoke the spell "Stumba Una."
Sam's body stopped wiggling and he immediately yelled, "What the hell is going on here?!!"
Tom looked Sam in the eyes, "Federal Bureau of Magical Enforcement, you are under arrest."
Jim continued, "For murder, conspiracy to commit murder, being a member of a Dark Arts group, and I think we can come up with a few other things, unless you talk."
"Talk" Sam yelped, "Hell's no, I ain't talking"
Jim hit Sam in the back of the head, "That is I am not talking, get your grammar correct."
"Mia, get the Veritaserum" Tom reaching to grab it from her as he asked.
"I have rights you know, you cannot make me take Veritaserum" Sam said objectingly.
Linda turned around in her seat and spat back, "Noners have rights, you do not."
Sam finally looked at Mike who had been looking at Sam the entire time. "Who the hell are you?"
Mike grinned, reached out and grabbed Sam's collar with his left hand and pulled him closer to him, he slowly allowed his head, face, left arm and hand to morph, his eyes to glow blue, and said in his best demon voice, "I am your worst FUCKING nightmare." Mike saw Sam's eyes go wide, and he started looking very pale. He also noticed Tom, Jim and Mia trying very much to stop from cracking up laughing. "Now, you will tell us what we want to know, or I will rip it out of your mind!"
Marcel decided to wait downstairs for the van. He figured it would not be very far behind, and whichever method of interrogation used, it would be very short. The dark blue van pulled into the motel parking lot. Right on time Marcel thought.
The two front doors and the sliding door opened up. Chris saw Marcel first, "Fancy meeting you here."
"Did he talk" Marcel asked in a serious voice.
"Of course" Linda told him. He song like a bird after Mike showed him his charming self.
Mike walked around the van and addressed everyone, "Porthole him to the Denver Detention Center, after that, I want every one get their gear ready to move out." "I am going to get some info on the location and then we are blowing this pop sickle stand and checking out."
Mike started walking up the outdoor stairs, and flipped open his cell phone. He dialed the number to the night duty officer.
"Hey cutie, how are you?" Mike knew it was his fiancée, Amy Fosterman.
"I am good, missing you of course" she lovingly said to him.
"I miss you too love!"
"So, did Mr. Longstone tell you what we needed to know?"
"Of course silly, this is me you are talking to!"
"Just wondering if you had lost your touch"
"Hey love, I need to get all the overhead pictures and any other info you can on the location I am going to give you, also I need a Hostage Rescue Team and a Concealment team ready to go ASAP."
Linda kept with the hushed tone, "He is going to the 10:30 Con Air." "At least he has a decent taste in movies", she added in.
Mike snickered at that one. "Which screen is that one, and does it have an outside exit?" Mike stared down, his brain was whirling, if there is an outside exit, we can get him outside.
Marcel was reading his mind, and chimed in, "It is screen one, the outside exit is on the left side of the building half way down from the entrance."
"How did you know that?" Mia shot at him, with a look of amazement.
"I look around, don't you?" Marcel said blankly.
"Bullshit!" Mia started to yell, but immediately muffled it.
"Naw, I was joking", Marcel relented. "I came here three days ago to see the Lost World." "It sucked, I guess that's why they moved it from the big screen and put Con Air in its place."
"The TRUTH has come out, Marcel is not all knowing!", Jim teased. He smiled and the team started laughing. Marcel's face turned a little red, Mike adjusted his green Polo shirt and jeans, but Linda interrupted everyone.
"Sorry to bother you'll, but the last time I heard, we had a job to do." Linda looked at everyone's face one at a time; everyone started getting serious, deadly serious. This was not a pick up game of Quidditch.
"Okay, Linda's right", Mike started again. "I want Mia and Jim to sit next to the tag, after 15 minutes into the movie, give him a shot of the stumbler potion, and get him out the side exit." Mike caught his breath and continued, "Tom, Linda, cover the side exit, Chris, I want you to bring up the van and collect them after they have the tag outside, Marcel and I will cover Mia and Jim inside the theatre, the inside entrance and memory charm any of the noners, (American for muggles), if we need to." Mike paused to make sure this was sinking in, then he looked at Mia, stop that you horny man, he had to mentally slap himself again, "After Mia and Jim are out, Marcel and I will exit through the front." "Chris, make sure to pick us up this time." The last part brought a few laughs again, and then they calmed down. "Okay First SIG, lets do this." Mike raised his voice to signal it was time to break and get the plan into action.
Linda and Tom where the first to break the groups loose circle and moved out. They walked outside and starting hanging out, like they were waiting for a movie or a ride. Chris soon followed, going out the front doors and turning left to head to the parked van. Jim, outstretched his arm and spoke in the best gentlemanly voice he had, "After you me Lady." Mia signed with her head and shoulders and proceeded to walk over to the line for the 10:30 showing of Con Air. Making sure they got close to their tag.
"Com'on Marcel, Mike waved to him, "lets get a few spots down from them in line." "Do you want anything to drink, my treat."
"Pleeeeease" Marcel wined, "I know you charge everything to the Bureau."
"Hey, if I have to put my ass on the line, the Bureau can pay for a damn Diet Coke." Mike muttered.
"Relax, relax, I was kidding, I do the same thing, homey." Marcel said motioning his hand back and forth in front of Mike. Let's just get in line and make sure none of Sam's buddies are looking in on him."
Him, Samuel Longstone, their snatch and grab target or "tag" in Bureau speak, for this evening was a follower, more like a peon, of a Dark magic sect named "The Red Scorn". The group formed Colorado about three years ago. At first they were just a nuisance, some destruction of property and harassing people. They graduated six months ago to killing noners and even a few witches and wizards in Colorado, Utah, New Mexico and Arizona. The FBME decided it was time to end their little party, either for them to met justice or their Maker.
The Bureau laid out some gallons, and was able to recruit an insider informant. She told her handler that there was going to be some sort of noner killing ceremony happening on Saturday, but he handler was not able to get anything else. She had to move out with the group, and left no other information.
Now it was up to the First SIG to locate, which they had, and interrogate Samuel. Pump him for the location of the "ceremony" and any other information he had, and stop the Scorn's idea of a fun day.
Mike and his team had been at this before. America had its share of bad wizarding apples, but none as bad as Lord Voldemort. It seems, America's 51st state, (sorry, but watch the movie "Tailor of Panama", and you will understand) had a knack for raising the really bad ones.
Mike started his 1000 yard stare and began remembering, all those years ago, being in England. Seeing the fear in every magic user's eyes, reading about the death toll climbing everyday in the Daily Prophet pages, and seeing the evil side of magic. Him, helping a small band of wizards and witches fight this madman and bring end to the carnage.
Marcel poked him softly back to the present. "Hey homey, the line's mov'en." He said softly. He had seen this stare before, he knew what Mike was doing. Hell, they all had that stare after all these years of being an auror. After seeing all the combat, the horror and receiving the wounds. Mike had it the worst, he had been at this job in one shape or another for two decades.
"Thinking about '80, '81?" Marcel using a soft and caring tone.
"Yeah, it's hard to forget dude." Mike replied, still gathering his thoughts into the present.
"You going to be okay?", "I can get Tom or Linda in here."
"No, really, I am fine,
Marcel and Mike joined the crowd as then moved into the stadium seating style movie theatre. Mike quickly made note that in fact, Mia and Jim were right next to their tag. Mike and Marcel slid up to the top left of the theatre and relaxed in some pretty comfy seats Mike noticed.
After about twenty minutes the lights, dimmed to a very low leverl. It was show time in more ways then one. First the annoying commercials, like we paid to see stupid commercials Mike thought. Then the trailers for Scream 2, Titanic, Tomorrow Never Dies, and Jackie Brown began rolling.
Marcel said "Cool" at the end of the Tomorrow Never Dies preview.
"Looks like there will be some decent movies to see over Christmas time" Mike remarked. Marcel nodded in agreement.
After that the lights went out all together, and the movie started. Mike put his right hand over his eyes and quietly spoke, "Night site." He removed his hand and his eyes were now seeing in the dark, just like night vision goggles. Unlike night vision goggles, his eyes to not "green out" when there was a sudden increase in light. Magic, it works wonders. (
"What is she doing?" Marcel wondered out loud.
"Well, I hope her job," Mike replied in a low tone.
Sam Longstone, was not an ugly guy Mia thought sitting right next to him. Although, he was no stunner like Pierce Brosnan, now, he was yummy. She began watching the movie and relaxed. It looked pretty cool, Mia, made a mental note to go see it again, since they would not be seeing it here.
A few moments later, Mia got a nudge on her left shoulder. She looked over and Jim looked at her winked. It was time to distract Mr. Longstone.
Mia accidentally on purposely brushed the tag's arm. She immediately looked left and saw him turn right, as he looked at her, she mouthed, "Sorry", and smiled. It must have been a killer smile, because Sam smiled and squirmed a bit in his chair.
Mia kept eye contact then moved her eyes down to her legs, hoping his eyes would follow. She moved only her eyes right and saw he was looking at her still. She slowing started move her left hand up her shapely thigh, getting closer to the bottom of her shorts. She looked, he was still looking, really gawking at her, this guy was so easy she thought. No challenge whatsoever.
Marcel had trouble seeing what Mia was doing, and ask Mike.
"She is using all her womanly charm, Marcel", Mike said smiley. She is getting him hot and bothered, and he was rows away from them.
Sam watched the girl next to him, start moving her shorts up revealing her purple panties. He starting feeling horny, when he felt a pin prink on the back his neck, and then his body started to short circuit.
Mike saw this and immediately told Marcel to cover the entrance to the theatre. He hoped nobody else from the Red Scorn were here, and that the noners would not notice too much.
Mia stopped teasing him and turned toward him.
"Are you alright dear?" using a voice of genuine concern. She felt she was acting more then the actors on the screen.
"Hey guy" Jim said in the same soft of concern, "Are you alright Sam?"
"Maybe we should get him out of here Tony", Mia said with concern to Jim, making sure that the fake name stuck out.
"You're right Beth" Jim following Mia's lead, "Let's get him out of here.", "Excuse me madam" Jim said in his sweet Midwestern way, "I need to help my friend here get some air."
Sam did not know what was going on. He did not know these people talking to him. As they started to stand him up and escort him out, Sam tried to fight them, but it was no use. His body simply was not responding to his brain's commands.
Mia and Jim brought the Scorn member to the exit and then outside.
Mike got up, took one more survey to see if any of the noners, or anyone else, noticed or did anything out of the ordinary. Satisfied, nothing was amiss, Mike hurried to the door, where he saw Marcel standing guard in a casual way.
Mike got close to him "They got tag, lets get out of here" he said in a soft haste. With that, they both walked out the theatre and walked to the main entrance.
When Mia and Jim got outside with Samuel, Tom rushed immediately over to help, before Linda even stepped a foot. Linda, decided to do the other job.
"Chris, get your cute butt over here" Linda spoke into her hand mic.
"On the way Linda" Chris happy said.
A dark blue van pulled up to the curb, right by the four of them. Linda opened the sliding side door for them and the front right door for herself. She watched Tom, Jim and Mia wrestle the tag inside the van, she slid the door closed, and got into the front right seat and closed the door. Chris sped away to the front on the building.
"Secure him good" Linda told them.
"We got him" Jim replied.
Tom, Jim and Mia were securing their new prisoner with magical restraints.
"He is not going anywhere" Tom told everyone in van as he took Sam's wand and gave it to Linda. "Put this in the glove box, we can go through it later." Linda complied and locked the glove box for good measure.
Marcel and Mike made it to and out the front doors without a hitch. They both went outside and saw the blue van heading for them. I love it when a plan comes together thought as he smiled silently. At least for once everything worked out right.
Mike turned to Marcel, "Hey guy, catch", and threw him the car keys. Marcel caught them one handed. "My car is over there" Mike pointed with his left arm, "Take my car back to the motel; wait for us in my room."
"You got it chief." Marcel said in a louder voice to make sure Mike heard him as he started half walking half jogging over to Mike's rental car.
Mike turned and saw the blue van come up on him.
Chris stopped the van right by Mike, "Tom, open the door for Mikey please."
"Your got it darling", Tom answered. Tome flung the sliding door open and Mike stepped inside, taking a seat behind Chris. "I told Marcel to take my car and head back the hotel" Mike said to no one in particular. He followed up with "Chris, lets get out of here." With that, Chris drove out of the parking lot.
"Unstumble him Jim" Tom said after a pause.
Jim took out his wand, and spoke the spell "Stumba Una."
Sam's body stopped wiggling and he immediately yelled, "What the hell is going on here?!!"
Tom looked Sam in the eyes, "Federal Bureau of Magical Enforcement, you are under arrest."
Jim continued, "For murder, conspiracy to commit murder, being a member of a Dark Arts group, and I think we can come up with a few other things, unless you talk."
"Talk" Sam yelped, "Hell's no, I ain't talking"
Jim hit Sam in the back of the head, "That is I am not talking, get your grammar correct."
"Mia, get the Veritaserum" Tom reaching to grab it from her as he asked.
"I have rights you know, you cannot make me take Veritaserum" Sam said objectingly.
Linda turned around in her seat and spat back, "Noners have rights, you do not."
Sam finally looked at Mike who had been looking at Sam the entire time. "Who the hell are you?"
Mike grinned, reached out and grabbed Sam's collar with his left hand and pulled him closer to him, he slowly allowed his head, face, left arm and hand to morph, his eyes to glow blue, and said in his best demon voice, "I am your worst FUCKING nightmare." Mike saw Sam's eyes go wide, and he started looking very pale. He also noticed Tom, Jim and Mia trying very much to stop from cracking up laughing. "Now, you will tell us what we want to know, or I will rip it out of your mind!"
Marcel decided to wait downstairs for the van. He figured it would not be very far behind, and whichever method of interrogation used, it would be very short. The dark blue van pulled into the motel parking lot. Right on time Marcel thought.
The two front doors and the sliding door opened up. Chris saw Marcel first, "Fancy meeting you here."
"Did he talk" Marcel asked in a serious voice.
"Of course" Linda told him. He song like a bird after Mike showed him his charming self.
Mike walked around the van and addressed everyone, "Porthole him to the Denver Detention Center, after that, I want every one get their gear ready to move out." "I am going to get some info on the location and then we are blowing this pop sickle stand and checking out."
Mike started walking up the outdoor stairs, and flipped open his cell phone. He dialed the number to the night duty officer.
"Hey cutie, how are you?" Mike knew it was his fiancée, Amy Fosterman.
"I am good, missing you of course" she lovingly said to him.
"I miss you too love!"
"So, did Mr. Longstone tell you what we needed to know?"
"Of course silly, this is me you are talking to!"
"Just wondering if you had lost your touch"
"Hey love, I need to get all the overhead pictures and any other info you can on the location I am going to give you, also I need a Hostage Rescue Team and a Concealment team ready to go ASAP."