"Okay, lets move people," Mike shouted with urgency. "Ready Marcel?",
turning down his voice.
"Yup," Marcel quickly shot back. He jumped into the air and morphed into a large brown hawk.
"Here," Mike held out a small, magical, spy eye. Using his left talon, Marcel grabbed the eye and stayed flying northeast towards the ranch.
"Hey, Randy, I need to show you something," Mike, said as he walked over to the HRT leader. "To view what Marcel's spy eye sees, hold your wand waist high and look down at it, and wave it back and forth a few centimeters each way." Mike demonstrated this to him. "The spell is Aero Senseo." After Mike casted the spell, the tip of his wand projected like a TV picture of what the spy eye was seeing. "When you're finished, waved your wand back and forth, and cast Finite." "I'll be ahead of our group in an invisibility cloak, two beeps on the radio means stop, and three means go, ok?"
"Alright, how far will you be ahead of us," Randy wondered.
"About 100 meters, that should give you a good enough warning distance," Mike replied informatively. "Anvil team, you ready?"
"Yup," Jim chirped, "Anvil team, if you hear two barks, that means, get down, three means follow me!" With that, Jim changed into a large gray wolf and scampered away. The rest of Anvil team ran to catch up. Mia called up Marcel's spy eye view before, running at full speed to get ahead of the "pack."
"Concealment Team, Jill darling," Mike spoke with a smirk and a half, "Be good dears and wait, till I buzz you when the party is over."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride," Jill said smiley. "See you, you monster you."
"Bye, see you at the reception then!" Mike's voice as he started jogging away from the road towards the woods, throwing the invisibility cloak over himself. He turned around and yelled, "Hello, lets go people, I don't have all morning!" Mike turned, and he vanished.
The forest was not the toughest Mike has gone through, but it was still a pain in the ass, literally. He fell at least twice as he was trekking towards the rally point. "I am such clumsy oaf sometimes," He mumbled to himself. He called up Marcel's spy eye, he saw the members of the Red Scorn milling about. Good, at least they have not aware of their presence, thank God Mike thought.
Finally, at 4:40 AM, Mike reached the edge of the ranch's clearing and hide behind some bushes and a tree. Even with the invisibility cloak, he was paranoid that he would be spotted somehow. Mike slowly handled the radio, put the ear piece in his ear, and quickly radioed, "Randy, this is Mike, I am at Point Echo, it is all clear, what's your sitrep?"
"We are close behind you, be there in five min," Randy whispered oh so quietly.
"10-4," Mike quickly said, and continued, "Anvil, are you there yet?"
"Close, I think I see the Point Bravo," Mia kept with the low tone everyone was using. "Jim, is probably already at the edge of the woods."
"Okay, hurry up; I can't have you late to the party," Mike softening laughed. "And fashionably late will just not be accepted!"
Mike stared at his watch, eight hands were in different positions, showing him where he was, his fiancé, and his owl, Milo, the moon cycle, but now he needed the basic function of a watch, the time. It was 4:50, he whispered Aero Senseo to his wand, and noticed none of the Red Scorn members were visible anymore. They must all be in the stables he thought, oh God! They may start their ceremony early! Have to move now!
"This is Mike to everyone," he said with a normal voice this time, adding as much urgency and authority as he could muster, "I think they are going to start early, break cover now, and move to Point Alpha."
"Ready to roll, want to go two by two or single file?" as Randy asked, Mike jumped. He was startled, did not even know Randy was there, although, Randy was looking around for Mike, since he still had the invisibility cloak on.
Mike removed the cloak and started his command voice, "Two by two, Randy takes point for the big doors, Linda for the side, and try to get a peek inside as soon as you get there." "Tom, you are back door for the side, I will be back door for the big doors."
"Rodger that," Randy acknowledged. "Cindy, you're with me, Hammer Two, get your partners; go in 5 second spreads, MOVE!" Randy and his teammate Cindy, broke cover in a controlled run, so not to make too much noise, and hot tailed it to the side of the stables.
After making sure the two aurors were there and were not spotted, Linda turned, pointed to the two HRT members next to her, "You two follow me, the rest of you, five seconds apart like Randy said." With that Linda was gone, hot footing it to the left side of the building. As they went, two by two, Mike looked at the bird's eye view from Marcel's spy eye. (Pun intended)
"That's the last two, we need to go," Tom motioned Mike to go first.
"I'm gone," Mike said curtly. He ran almost flat out to the side of the building. As he ran, he veered to the left of Randy. He stopped just short of the stable's wall, so not to hit it and make noise. Mike turned his he quickly to see Tom veer further left and go to the side of the stables out of side. Mike peered back to Randy.
"Let me flash Marcel down," Mike signaled with his wand, and Marcel landed next to him and morphed back to his human form. Marcel tucked the spy eye away and traded it for his wand. Mike turned to Randy and asked him earnestly, "Did you get a look inside?"
"Yeah, the inside has been changed around from a normal stable some. The noners are on the left towards the back, shackled to the floor. The Red Scum are on the right, and there is a magical fire in the center." Randy reported dutifully. "I think we should throw two flash-bangs in, smash the doors, blow back the back wall and give'em one hell of a surprise."
"Did you tell Anvil the inside situ?"
"I told Mia and my Jim," Randy whispered.
"Okay, one sec," Mike told him. "Anvil, do you copy?"
"We copy, this is Mia."
"Here is the game plan, we are going to throw in two flash-bangers, they go off, I say go, you and Jim blow back the wall and try to cover the hostages, but hold firm, we will press them to you, got it?"
"Rodger, Jim and I will blow back the wall to us, cover the noners and hold." Mia repeated to Mike.
"Good!" He looked at Marcel, "You open the door, Randy throws them in, they go off, I smash door and I go in first to cover, you go left, Randy," Mike turned his head to him, "you go right, got it you two?" Mike did not wait for a reply. "Linda, I say go, take the door down, head in and keep going straight, you copy that?"
"Copy, wilco, Linda out."
"On three boys, just one sec though." Mike stood up straight, closed his eyes, and chatted softly, "Shungo una." Mike began to morph, he grew in size, his muscles enlarged, the clothes he wore changed to fit is changed body, all is hair was gone, the tanned skin turned into splotches of gray and black. He opened his eyes, and they glowed an ice blue.
Mike began the countdown in a low demon voice. "One, two, three!" Marcel opened the with the door with Alohomora. Randy tossed both grenades in with his left hand, being craft to expose is left are and not the rest of his body, he withdrew, and Marcel closed the door.
Three seconds later there were two huge booms and two very bright flashes of light. The sonic blast and light were meant to overload the human senses and cripple, temporarily the people inside. Magical flash-bangs also had the added feature of sending out a stunning spell, to increase their effectiveness.
After they went off, Mike immediately slapped his hands together and swung them against the door, and casted the strength and damage spell Kronco. The results of his demon strength and the spell, were explosive, the door smashed into splinters, and Mike rushed in.
Mike summoned his most controlled, loudest and most demonic voice, "FBME, this is a raid, lay on the ground NOW!" Mike saw the small door to his left was gone with HRT members following Linda and Tom in the stables. The back wall was half gone with HRT members flooding in and holding steady, yelling for every one to get down and empty their hands.
Of course, it never failed, they actually thought they could actually get out of this. Some of the members started to run for the large door on the far right. A few stood their ground and decided to fight, with that, the spells started flying.
Mike rotated his ebony wand counter clockwise around his body and casted Antonda Ri. A circular shield emanated from his wand extending outward to cover him, Randy and Marcel. Green Avada kedavra spells bounced off the shield, and Marcel and Randy returned a number Stupefies in kind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a Red Scorn member scampering towards the noners, no doubt to use them as a shield. He clinched his left hand into a fist and pointed it at the fool, he extended his arm and yelled, "Lightena ball." A white ball of energy flow out of his fist and made contact with the runner, he flew a five meters into the air and came crashing down on the floor, out cold.
"We're going to cover the right door before any of them get out," Marcel yelled to Mike's ear. "You're on your own." Marcel and Randy, crouched very low to the floor, ran to the open door to guard it.
Mike said, "Finite" and the shield vanished. He began to walk towards two Red Scorn members using an upturned table as a shield. One launched an Avada kedavra at him, Mike deflected it with a Displaca spell. He reached the table, grabbed the Scorner on the right, and brought her face right next to his own. He saw the fear her fear and feed on it, "Federal Bureau of Magical Enforcement, you are under arrest, and flung her against the right side wall, she collapsed in a heap. He grabbed the next one and repeated himself, and flung him to the left; he landed next to an HRT member and did not move.
Mike swirled around looking for new targets and found one running towards the door he had just destroyed. He took out is wand again, pointed it at the fleeing member and calmly said, "Gripa Extense." A stream of milky blue light streaked out of the time of the wand with a grapping type hand on the end of it. The hand enclosed around the member, and stopped him dead in his tracks. Mike twirled the wand and lifted up in the air. The hand twisted the member to face Mike and lifted him into the air, almost to the roof of the stables. Surprise and angry were all over is face. "I think not, homey!" Mike barked at him. Mike ended the spell and his captive dropped to the floor and started yelping in pain. "Poor baby," Mike mocked sound like a demonic baby.
He searched the building again. It looked like situation is under control. "Randy. Linda, I are we Code 4?" "I think so, sir," Linda, looking around to make sure replied.
"Good," Mike decided it was time for a change, "Shungo uno", and before everyone's eye's he reduced back to his human self. He started barking out order, hey, it is what leaders do. "Linda, get a head count, anyone injured, have them portkeyed to Stern Hospital and have the prisoners processed, you know drill." "Randy, have some of your team check out the house and shed, make sure no one is hiding or captive, when they are clear tell the Concealment Team."
"I'm on it," Linda replied shortly and headed off to check everyone.
"Sheila, Tex, Chuck, Toby, Jim check the house, Frank, Daniel check the shed. Move it people, I want to get home to watch some of the games today." Randy's team got their marching orders and went to carry them out.
Mike pocketed his wand and withdrew his wireless. "Concealment team, we are Code 4 in the stables, I need you here now."
"On our way," came the replay.
Mike heard a few pops just outside the door he went through, members of the concealment team walked in and started casting lantern spells all around. Some soon began surveying the damed building, others headed straight for the noner prisoners.
"What a mess, a hell of a fight I see. They should call you the First Demolition Team." Jill Tanner said amusingly.
"Ha, Ha," was Marcel's reply from across the stables.
"The HRT are going through the house and shed right now, so just start with the prisoners, and this building, okay?" Mike looked at her with authority.
Before Jill could reply, Linda screamed, "Mike, get over here!"
"What?!!" he screamed, "What is it?" Mike turned sliding out his wand again and running over to Linda.
"Mia, she's dead!"
"WHAT?!!"
One of the HRT members was kneeling over her, putting away his first aid spell book. Mike saw Drake stitched into is name tap.
"What the fuck happened?" Mike was almost shouting again.
Drake looked sullen, "She caught an Avada kedavra on the side of her neck." He pointed the burn mark out. He swallowed hard, "She was dead before she even hit the ground."
Mike slid his wand back in its holster and put is hands on his face. They slid down off it, and he mumbled, "Great, just fucking great, how do I tell her poor mother? I don't know if I can do another letter home." Any of the rush from the raid he had in him, spilled out of him. He let his arms drop and he just stared at Mia's lifeless body.
"I can write it," Linda said as she started squeezing Mike's shoulder.
"No, No, it's my job, my responsibility, my leader's burden." "God damn it! The raid seemed like it was going so well." "I will visit her mom next week too, it is going to be tough." Mike let out a sigh. "Alright, Randy?"
"Yeah" came from somewhere behind Mike.
"Do you mind if Drake escorts Mia back to" Mike hesitated, "Stern's morgue?" Mike asked with a defeat in his questioning tone.
"Drake, you heard the man, portkey her to Stern, and make sure those hotshots give her some dignity. We will see you back at HQ in two hours for after action reps."
"Okay," was Drake's simple reply. He took out a medallion, placed it on her and touched a side of the top with two fingers. Then with his wand, he tapped the other side of the medallion's top and said, "Portus" they vanished.
"Hey, what the hell is this?" came stumped voice to Mike's right. A member of the Concealment Team was kneeling beside a dead bad guy and looking at is right forearm.
"Now what, " Mike groaned.
"I don't know what the hell this marking is. It is magical, but I never seen it before, "the team member looked really puzzled.
Linda, Mike and Jill, all walked over and looked at the dead man's right forearm. His sleeve had been crunched up be the member. Mike did not see any name tape, and noticed the guy was only about 20, maybe 22 on the outside a mere boy. The Concealment Teams always checked for group markings, it was a good way to track and identify these goons.
Mike immediately went pale. He had seen this mark before, in Britain, sixteen years ago. "Jesus H. Christ!" "I can't be, no way in Hell!"
"What is it sir?" The boy became very afraid and started moving away from the body.
"That's the Dark Mark!" Mike sputtered.
"Holy Shit! The Dark Mark?! No way! I am out of here!" the boy starting standing up and backing away from what it appears to be, a Deatheater's dead body.
Before Mike could get in another word, Jill angrily shouted, "Sam, stop, this man is dead for Christ's sake. He can't hurt you, hell not even his ghost can hurt you! Now get back here, and get to work!"
Sam slowed knelt down again and went about finishing is search of the body and clothing for an evidence.
Mike was going to say a snappy remark, but thought the better of it.
Linda tapped Mike's left shoulder, he turned, and she asked, "He's been dead for what, fifteen years? This scumbag was like seven or eight when Voldemort was causing havoc in England. I don't remember reading that he recruited kids to be Deatheaters. How could he get the dark mark then?"
"Volde did not recruit kids, I am positive of that, and he is the only one who would, or could give someone the dark mark." Mike explained to the people around him. "This is a problem."
"Something's is rotten in Britain I'd say," Randy muttered. Jill, Mike, and Linda turning around to see him, and he looked defensively at the three of them. "Well, there has to be something wrong there, right?"
"I would have to agree with Randy, something is wrong, make that rotten here." He swiftly turned to Jill, Jill jumped a little at the movement. "Jill, I need you to sit on this body for awhile. If it goes to Stern, it will be all over the news, and it will spin out of control."
"I can hold him for awhile, but you know, this will get out sooner or later." Jill said with a sympathetic sigh.
"I know, but it will buy us some time." Mike retrieved his cell phone and turned it on. "Great no fucking signal." "Does anyone have a comm. mirror I could barrow?" Mike asked looking around at everyone.
"Yup," Marcel quickly shot back. He jumped into the air and morphed into a large brown hawk.
"Here," Mike held out a small, magical, spy eye. Using his left talon, Marcel grabbed the eye and stayed flying northeast towards the ranch.
"Hey, Randy, I need to show you something," Mike, said as he walked over to the HRT leader. "To view what Marcel's spy eye sees, hold your wand waist high and look down at it, and wave it back and forth a few centimeters each way." Mike demonstrated this to him. "The spell is Aero Senseo." After Mike casted the spell, the tip of his wand projected like a TV picture of what the spy eye was seeing. "When you're finished, waved your wand back and forth, and cast Finite." "I'll be ahead of our group in an invisibility cloak, two beeps on the radio means stop, and three means go, ok?"
"Alright, how far will you be ahead of us," Randy wondered.
"About 100 meters, that should give you a good enough warning distance," Mike replied informatively. "Anvil team, you ready?"
"Yup," Jim chirped, "Anvil team, if you hear two barks, that means, get down, three means follow me!" With that, Jim changed into a large gray wolf and scampered away. The rest of Anvil team ran to catch up. Mia called up Marcel's spy eye view before, running at full speed to get ahead of the "pack."
"Concealment Team, Jill darling," Mike spoke with a smirk and a half, "Be good dears and wait, till I buzz you when the party is over."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the bride," Jill said smiley. "See you, you monster you."
"Bye, see you at the reception then!" Mike's voice as he started jogging away from the road towards the woods, throwing the invisibility cloak over himself. He turned around and yelled, "Hello, lets go people, I don't have all morning!" Mike turned, and he vanished.
The forest was not the toughest Mike has gone through, but it was still a pain in the ass, literally. He fell at least twice as he was trekking towards the rally point. "I am such clumsy oaf sometimes," He mumbled to himself. He called up Marcel's spy eye, he saw the members of the Red Scorn milling about. Good, at least they have not aware of their presence, thank God Mike thought.
Finally, at 4:40 AM, Mike reached the edge of the ranch's clearing and hide behind some bushes and a tree. Even with the invisibility cloak, he was paranoid that he would be spotted somehow. Mike slowly handled the radio, put the ear piece in his ear, and quickly radioed, "Randy, this is Mike, I am at Point Echo, it is all clear, what's your sitrep?"
"We are close behind you, be there in five min," Randy whispered oh so quietly.
"10-4," Mike quickly said, and continued, "Anvil, are you there yet?"
"Close, I think I see the Point Bravo," Mia kept with the low tone everyone was using. "Jim, is probably already at the edge of the woods."
"Okay, hurry up; I can't have you late to the party," Mike softening laughed. "And fashionably late will just not be accepted!"
Mike stared at his watch, eight hands were in different positions, showing him where he was, his fiancé, and his owl, Milo, the moon cycle, but now he needed the basic function of a watch, the time. It was 4:50, he whispered Aero Senseo to his wand, and noticed none of the Red Scorn members were visible anymore. They must all be in the stables he thought, oh God! They may start their ceremony early! Have to move now!
"This is Mike to everyone," he said with a normal voice this time, adding as much urgency and authority as he could muster, "I think they are going to start early, break cover now, and move to Point Alpha."
"Ready to roll, want to go two by two or single file?" as Randy asked, Mike jumped. He was startled, did not even know Randy was there, although, Randy was looking around for Mike, since he still had the invisibility cloak on.
Mike removed the cloak and started his command voice, "Two by two, Randy takes point for the big doors, Linda for the side, and try to get a peek inside as soon as you get there." "Tom, you are back door for the side, I will be back door for the big doors."
"Rodger that," Randy acknowledged. "Cindy, you're with me, Hammer Two, get your partners; go in 5 second spreads, MOVE!" Randy and his teammate Cindy, broke cover in a controlled run, so not to make too much noise, and hot tailed it to the side of the stables.
After making sure the two aurors were there and were not spotted, Linda turned, pointed to the two HRT members next to her, "You two follow me, the rest of you, five seconds apart like Randy said." With that Linda was gone, hot footing it to the left side of the building. As they went, two by two, Mike looked at the bird's eye view from Marcel's spy eye. (Pun intended)
"That's the last two, we need to go," Tom motioned Mike to go first.
"I'm gone," Mike said curtly. He ran almost flat out to the side of the building. As he ran, he veered to the left of Randy. He stopped just short of the stable's wall, so not to hit it and make noise. Mike turned his he quickly to see Tom veer further left and go to the side of the stables out of side. Mike peered back to Randy.
"Let me flash Marcel down," Mike signaled with his wand, and Marcel landed next to him and morphed back to his human form. Marcel tucked the spy eye away and traded it for his wand. Mike turned to Randy and asked him earnestly, "Did you get a look inside?"
"Yeah, the inside has been changed around from a normal stable some. The noners are on the left towards the back, shackled to the floor. The Red Scum are on the right, and there is a magical fire in the center." Randy reported dutifully. "I think we should throw two flash-bangs in, smash the doors, blow back the back wall and give'em one hell of a surprise."
"Did you tell Anvil the inside situ?"
"I told Mia and my Jim," Randy whispered.
"Okay, one sec," Mike told him. "Anvil, do you copy?"
"We copy, this is Mia."
"Here is the game plan, we are going to throw in two flash-bangers, they go off, I say go, you and Jim blow back the wall and try to cover the hostages, but hold firm, we will press them to you, got it?"
"Rodger, Jim and I will blow back the wall to us, cover the noners and hold." Mia repeated to Mike.
"Good!" He looked at Marcel, "You open the door, Randy throws them in, they go off, I smash door and I go in first to cover, you go left, Randy," Mike turned his head to him, "you go right, got it you two?" Mike did not wait for a reply. "Linda, I say go, take the door down, head in and keep going straight, you copy that?"
"Copy, wilco, Linda out."
"On three boys, just one sec though." Mike stood up straight, closed his eyes, and chatted softly, "Shungo una." Mike began to morph, he grew in size, his muscles enlarged, the clothes he wore changed to fit is changed body, all is hair was gone, the tanned skin turned into splotches of gray and black. He opened his eyes, and they glowed an ice blue.
Mike began the countdown in a low demon voice. "One, two, three!" Marcel opened the with the door with Alohomora. Randy tossed both grenades in with his left hand, being craft to expose is left are and not the rest of his body, he withdrew, and Marcel closed the door.
Three seconds later there were two huge booms and two very bright flashes of light. The sonic blast and light were meant to overload the human senses and cripple, temporarily the people inside. Magical flash-bangs also had the added feature of sending out a stunning spell, to increase their effectiveness.
After they went off, Mike immediately slapped his hands together and swung them against the door, and casted the strength and damage spell Kronco. The results of his demon strength and the spell, were explosive, the door smashed into splinters, and Mike rushed in.
Mike summoned his most controlled, loudest and most demonic voice, "FBME, this is a raid, lay on the ground NOW!" Mike saw the small door to his left was gone with HRT members following Linda and Tom in the stables. The back wall was half gone with HRT members flooding in and holding steady, yelling for every one to get down and empty their hands.
Of course, it never failed, they actually thought they could actually get out of this. Some of the members started to run for the large door on the far right. A few stood their ground and decided to fight, with that, the spells started flying.
Mike rotated his ebony wand counter clockwise around his body and casted Antonda Ri. A circular shield emanated from his wand extending outward to cover him, Randy and Marcel. Green Avada kedavra spells bounced off the shield, and Marcel and Randy returned a number Stupefies in kind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a Red Scorn member scampering towards the noners, no doubt to use them as a shield. He clinched his left hand into a fist and pointed it at the fool, he extended his arm and yelled, "Lightena ball." A white ball of energy flow out of his fist and made contact with the runner, he flew a five meters into the air and came crashing down on the floor, out cold.
"We're going to cover the right door before any of them get out," Marcel yelled to Mike's ear. "You're on your own." Marcel and Randy, crouched very low to the floor, ran to the open door to guard it.
Mike said, "Finite" and the shield vanished. He began to walk towards two Red Scorn members using an upturned table as a shield. One launched an Avada kedavra at him, Mike deflected it with a Displaca spell. He reached the table, grabbed the Scorner on the right, and brought her face right next to his own. He saw the fear her fear and feed on it, "Federal Bureau of Magical Enforcement, you are under arrest, and flung her against the right side wall, she collapsed in a heap. He grabbed the next one and repeated himself, and flung him to the left; he landed next to an HRT member and did not move.
Mike swirled around looking for new targets and found one running towards the door he had just destroyed. He took out is wand again, pointed it at the fleeing member and calmly said, "Gripa Extense." A stream of milky blue light streaked out of the time of the wand with a grapping type hand on the end of it. The hand enclosed around the member, and stopped him dead in his tracks. Mike twirled the wand and lifted up in the air. The hand twisted the member to face Mike and lifted him into the air, almost to the roof of the stables. Surprise and angry were all over is face. "I think not, homey!" Mike barked at him. Mike ended the spell and his captive dropped to the floor and started yelping in pain. "Poor baby," Mike mocked sound like a demonic baby.
He searched the building again. It looked like situation is under control. "Randy. Linda, I are we Code 4?" "I think so, sir," Linda, looking around to make sure replied.
"Good," Mike decided it was time for a change, "Shungo uno", and before everyone's eye's he reduced back to his human self. He started barking out order, hey, it is what leaders do. "Linda, get a head count, anyone injured, have them portkeyed to Stern Hospital and have the prisoners processed, you know drill." "Randy, have some of your team check out the house and shed, make sure no one is hiding or captive, when they are clear tell the Concealment Team."
"I'm on it," Linda replied shortly and headed off to check everyone.
"Sheila, Tex, Chuck, Toby, Jim check the house, Frank, Daniel check the shed. Move it people, I want to get home to watch some of the games today." Randy's team got their marching orders and went to carry them out.
Mike pocketed his wand and withdrew his wireless. "Concealment team, we are Code 4 in the stables, I need you here now."
"On our way," came the replay.
Mike heard a few pops just outside the door he went through, members of the concealment team walked in and started casting lantern spells all around. Some soon began surveying the damed building, others headed straight for the noner prisoners.
"What a mess, a hell of a fight I see. They should call you the First Demolition Team." Jill Tanner said amusingly.
"Ha, Ha," was Marcel's reply from across the stables.
"The HRT are going through the house and shed right now, so just start with the prisoners, and this building, okay?" Mike looked at her with authority.
Before Jill could reply, Linda screamed, "Mike, get over here!"
"What?!!" he screamed, "What is it?" Mike turned sliding out his wand again and running over to Linda.
"Mia, she's dead!"
"WHAT?!!"
One of the HRT members was kneeling over her, putting away his first aid spell book. Mike saw Drake stitched into is name tap.
"What the fuck happened?" Mike was almost shouting again.
Drake looked sullen, "She caught an Avada kedavra on the side of her neck." He pointed the burn mark out. He swallowed hard, "She was dead before she even hit the ground."
Mike slid his wand back in its holster and put is hands on his face. They slid down off it, and he mumbled, "Great, just fucking great, how do I tell her poor mother? I don't know if I can do another letter home." Any of the rush from the raid he had in him, spilled out of him. He let his arms drop and he just stared at Mia's lifeless body.
"I can write it," Linda said as she started squeezing Mike's shoulder.
"No, No, it's my job, my responsibility, my leader's burden." "God damn it! The raid seemed like it was going so well." "I will visit her mom next week too, it is going to be tough." Mike let out a sigh. "Alright, Randy?"
"Yeah" came from somewhere behind Mike.
"Do you mind if Drake escorts Mia back to" Mike hesitated, "Stern's morgue?" Mike asked with a defeat in his questioning tone.
"Drake, you heard the man, portkey her to Stern, and make sure those hotshots give her some dignity. We will see you back at HQ in two hours for after action reps."
"Okay," was Drake's simple reply. He took out a medallion, placed it on her and touched a side of the top with two fingers. Then with his wand, he tapped the other side of the medallion's top and said, "Portus" they vanished.
"Hey, what the hell is this?" came stumped voice to Mike's right. A member of the Concealment Team was kneeling beside a dead bad guy and looking at is right forearm.
"Now what, " Mike groaned.
"I don't know what the hell this marking is. It is magical, but I never seen it before, "the team member looked really puzzled.
Linda, Mike and Jill, all walked over and looked at the dead man's right forearm. His sleeve had been crunched up be the member. Mike did not see any name tape, and noticed the guy was only about 20, maybe 22 on the outside a mere boy. The Concealment Teams always checked for group markings, it was a good way to track and identify these goons.
Mike immediately went pale. He had seen this mark before, in Britain, sixteen years ago. "Jesus H. Christ!" "I can't be, no way in Hell!"
"What is it sir?" The boy became very afraid and started moving away from the body.
"That's the Dark Mark!" Mike sputtered.
"Holy Shit! The Dark Mark?! No way! I am out of here!" the boy starting standing up and backing away from what it appears to be, a Deatheater's dead body.
Before Mike could get in another word, Jill angrily shouted, "Sam, stop, this man is dead for Christ's sake. He can't hurt you, hell not even his ghost can hurt you! Now get back here, and get to work!"
Sam slowed knelt down again and went about finishing is search of the body and clothing for an evidence.
Mike was going to say a snappy remark, but thought the better of it.
Linda tapped Mike's left shoulder, he turned, and she asked, "He's been dead for what, fifteen years? This scumbag was like seven or eight when Voldemort was causing havoc in England. I don't remember reading that he recruited kids to be Deatheaters. How could he get the dark mark then?"
"Volde did not recruit kids, I am positive of that, and he is the only one who would, or could give someone the dark mark." Mike explained to the people around him. "This is a problem."
"Something's is rotten in Britain I'd say," Randy muttered. Jill, Mike, and Linda turning around to see him, and he looked defensively at the three of them. "Well, there has to be something wrong there, right?"
"I would have to agree with Randy, something is wrong, make that rotten here." He swiftly turned to Jill, Jill jumped a little at the movement. "Jill, I need you to sit on this body for awhile. If it goes to Stern, it will be all over the news, and it will spin out of control."
"I can hold him for awhile, but you know, this will get out sooner or later." Jill said with a sympathetic sigh.
"I know, but it will buy us some time." Mike retrieved his cell phone and turned it on. "Great no fucking signal." "Does anyone have a comm. mirror I could barrow?" Mike asked looking around at everyone.