Author's Notes: I would liketo thank every one of you for reviewing. Gives me that extra boost to add more of my twists into the story. This chapter's my longest yet. Hope you like it.
Dhapter 21: Mounting Tension
Harry raced across St. James Park, pigeons fluttering away from his path. Questions popped into Harry's head. Lots of questions. There was a reason why Mr. Lee had come to London, and whatever that reason was, it wasn't going to be good. Harry's day had gone perfectly so far.
He had finished planning his future home with his contractors in the morning and he located his new bank vault. Harry fingered the peculiar box that he had retrieved from his family vault before he left the bank. Its' carvings the most atypical symbols that Harry's ever seen.
Harry spotted Mr. Lee sitting in one of the park benches. He was wearing his usual tan colored silk robes and to Harry's amusement, he was feeding the pigeons. His face showed no sign of stress or anxiety as he had shown written in the letter.
"Mr. Lee." The middle aged man looked up, a brief smile emitting from his face before turning grave again. He sighed warily, his age in the fifties finally catching up with him.
"I am a bearer of tough news Harry." There was a long pause as Harry glanced slowly around the park, not moving from his stance. A family was nearby enjoying the peacefulness of the park. Harry had never felt that kind of family bond. The blood bond that most children had with their parents. The older brother tugged on his mother's sweater, pointing his finger at the Parliament building, apparently asking her a question.
The younger sister was picked up by the dad and squealed with happiness as he twirled her around in circles. He let her stand back on the ground, giggling, before kissing his wife.
A deep part in Harry's heart yearned for a mother and father to guide him through his childhood. Times were rough, living with his aunt. He had no one else in the world that cared for him at the time. No one related to him of any sort.
Harry struggled, and struggled, finding light in the most unusual places. That bond that he got, was from friends that he later called his family. The family he knew and grew up with.
Mr. Lee, after a long silence seemed to have chosen the right words to speak. "It is terrible news, that three of your comrades have been missing, presumably locked up somewhere by their captors." Harry's mind went blank.
"WHAT?" His voice was incredulous. Mr. Lee didn't look any happier.
"One by one, they disappeared from my grasp. Victoria was taken first in her hometown of Beijing. Then they tried to get Madison, she sent a distress signal to me. By that time I knew something was going on. I hurried myself to that distress signal. Once I got there, I found nothing, not even evidence."
"My last signal was from Lucky. He wrote that Madison was with him, and some shadowed figurewas chasing them. That was all, I've found nothing. Dr. Louis is safe inside the compounds of Harrison Manor." Mr. Lee took a breath.
"I thought they were coming for you. I had to message you quickly, leaving as little information as possible to make sure that it wasn't intercepted."
Harry lost his breath. "Lucky, Madison, and Victoria all missing? One after another?" The middle aged man nodded. Harry let out his breath. "Merlin."
"I have more bad news." Harry nearly toppled over. What, now Butler had been captured? He highly doubted that. No one could take that eight-foot bodyguard.
"You've got to be kidding me." Mr. Lee's face showed exhaustion and overwhelming grief.
"A murder was committed, near the Swiss Alps. Dr. Harvey Williams. His lab students gave me the call asking me to investigate." Harry braced himself, preparing to apparate. Mr. Lee noticed this and stopped Harry, shaking his shoulder.
"No Harry, you can't apparate. Anti-apparition wards are everywhere around his labs." Hay scowled.
"We'll just apparate outside the wards." Mr. Lee again shook his head.
"Harry, unless you enjoy apparating to the middle of nowhere, I suggest we take a jet. The lab has already sent us one of their planes." Harry scowled again.
"That could take hours! Flying all the way from London to Switzerland, not to mention his dead carcass probably rotting by the second!"
"The carcass isn't in the lab. A most aggravating picture was sent to us this morning. Dr. Louis has just announced that the Doctor's lab is quite enthralling. I myself am also curious." Harry sighed in defeat.
"Right, we'll just apparate to Heathrow airport, meet this jet they're taking us in, and get the hell over there." Mr. Lee nodded before both men apparated with no sign at all. Their presence today at St. James Park was never known.
Harry and Mr. Lee were now standing in one of Heathrow's airport's hanger '8' where they were informed to wait.
"So how long do we have to wait on the plane? Eight hours to get to the Swiss?" Harry was impatiently tapping his foot on the hanger concrete, checking his Rolex watch occasionally. Mr. Lee was starting to grow impatient also. The jet was supposed to meet them at the exact time. It was ten minutes late!
A large jet sounded in the horizon as the whole ground shook violently. Harry leaned onto the nearest hanger pillar, keeping himself balanced. Pretty soon, a pilot walked into the hanger.
On first glance, Harry thought that he was mistaken. This pilot was still wearing his lab-coat. Harry's eyebrows rose. The pilot walked forward and shook Harry's hand, then bowing the Mr. Lee.
Harry's instinct told him Dr. Harvey Williams probably knew Mr. Lee well in their younger days. The pilot had a sad aura surrounding them.
"The plane's outside." His eyes sparkled immediately. "She's a beauty. Flies roughly in sound shattering speeds. My first time too, took her for a wild ride."
Harry and Mr. Lee walked out of the hanger before spotting the plane parked outside. Harry nearly toppled over. "You're going to fly us in that?"
The pilot smiled. "The X-33, future of air travel, if I may suggest." Harry gulped. The jet looked more like on of those space shuttles he seen on one of those NASA launchings. The jet was all white except for two black miniature wings stretching from the main body towards the back of the plane hull.
"You must be kidding me, that thing can fly?" Harry stared, his mouth open at the weird contraption before him that was going to fly him through four different time zones. Mr. Lee immediately stepped into the plane without asking questions. The pilot followed.
Harry leniently followed, his stomach churning. The plane took off from Heathrow Airport causing tremendous airwaves to spread throughout the airport. Harry felt the sheer power of the jets located on the X-33 as he was lurched back into his seat. His mind was spinning.
He looked around. Surprisingly, this inside of the plane looked normal, almost. It was completely white, with no windows. Harry felt frozen in time in a box, with leather chairs. He glanced across the pathway to where Mr. Lee was sitting.
He was in deep meditation, having no stress at all. His calm self mocked Harry in the face. Harry felt turbulence and grasped his chair. He was too used on grasping the end of a broom to get used to flying in this thing.
"Mr. Lee." The middle-aged man opened his eyes and looked over Harry. "Uh, I was just wondering, is there another reason that you called me here?" Mr. Lee nodded.
"There is someone in China that I have been told to contain possession of some ancient tabloid. Indeed, he is a muggle." Mr. Lee looked thoughtful.
"That is the point of my concern. Muggles have a mind to, play with fire. The tabloid possesses dark magic and if that muggle somehow taps into it, who knows what would happen."
Harry breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. The X-33 had just hit another wave of turbulence.
"I have been talking to the English Ministry of Magic. It seems that they want you to accompany one of their agents on an undercover mission. They want you to buy that tabloid from him. I have arranged a meeting with Mr. Chang to buy the tabloid." Harry was confused.
"Why can't you buy it from him?" Mr. Lee scowled.
"I have tried Harry. The old fat joke didn't allow it. He said that the Chinese trusted young, wealthy couples to buy their artifacts, not some old coot like me who looked like I would burn the tabloid saying it was against my nationality." Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Sounds like you two didn't have a good conversation." Mr. Lee glared mockingly at Harry. Harry laughed and became silent again.
"Harry." Harry turned his attention back to Mr. Lee. "I want to talk to you about that spell you used on Madison two years ago." Harry sighed.
"Sir, I don't even know what it is. All I know is that the white ball that first appeared towards Madison drained all of her magical energy. The second white light is just a memory. It annihilates I guess." Mr. Lee looked at the ring in his hand. It was had a ruby engraved at the top.
"Harry, I want you to learn to control your magical power. Whenever you use magical curses and jinxes, they come out raw and inefficient. Although powerful, it has not reached up to its' fullest potential." Harry stared at Mr. Lee.
"What do you mean? What do you want me to do?" Mr. Lee sighed.
"People have different ways for relaxing Harry. I want you to find your own." Harry thought for a moment. During his lifetime, there was rarely any time where he relaxed, unless on a broomstick. He decided that it was not a good idea to relax on a broomstick. Crashing into a nearby tree or building was not some way to control your magical potential.
Harry would remember that. Little did he know, that spell could save his life...
The pilot's voice echoed into the cabin from the cockpit. "Almost at Geneva International Airport. You might want to buckle in, its' going to be a rough landing."
Alleluia thought Harry. He quickly buckled himself down, before checking his watch.
"Merlin, its' only been twenty seven minutes!" Mr. Lee looked appraisingly around the plane hull.
"This girl can fly." Harry clutched his seat when the X-33 began to descend fervently. The exhilaration was like riding a nonstop roller coaster falling stright down from probably 45,000 feet upin the horizon. Harry's trained stomach barely held.
The plane finally slowed down to a stop as the jets were slowing down. The Pilot emerged from the cockpit and opened the sealed doors. Harry felt fresh air waver in his face as the door was opened. Quickly, he unbuckled himself and walked off the stairs just outside the X-33.
The Pilot beamed. "Quite some ride, right?" Harry glanced warily at the Pilot.
"Right..." Harry's stomach churned. The pilot walked over to a BMW 318 I currently parked right near the hangar. Mr. Lee and Harry made their way to the back seats of the car.
The driver walked into the driver's seat, buckled his seatbelts, and gave the two men in the back seats a mischievous look. Harry pulled on the collar of his sweatshirt. Oh no, fast plane, fast car.
The BMW zoomed out of the airport grounds, passing numerous confused pedestrians to wave a fist at them. Harry sank lower into his seat. He looked over at Mr. Lee. His attention was currently focused towards the Geneva Lake. Harry glanced at the lake. Yes, it was magnificent and Harry could properly enjoy the Swiss scenery if the maniac driver could just drive slower.
The BMW swerved into the mountain roads, swerving around corners that dropped down several hundred feet. The BMW was driving higher and higher into the mountains.
"I can get you there in five minutes." The driver said, sounding proud of himself while twisting the steering wheel far to the left. Harry gulped.
"How 'bout you make it six and we get there in one piece." Harry glanced warily out the window as the car swerved again around the mountain road.
Harry swore he was going to complain to the driver after the ride.
What was with this guy and speed?
Mr. Lee chuckled. Harry always loved to be in control. Now he was like some test rat experiencing a space flight. Harry grasped the seat in front of him, trying to twist it like a broomstick. Instincts, flying instincts. Mr. Lee sighed. Too bad we're in a car with some guy obsessed with speed driving us up a steep mountain at maniac speeds.
"I'm too young to have my head missing from my shoulders." Harry looked at his boss. Mr. Lee shrugged, clearly enjoying the maniac driving. Harry swallowed a lump in his throat. How much did this guy bribe the old coot to get his driver's liscense?
"Almost there."
"Thank God." Harry looked out the window. The car had swerved uncontrollably onto another smaller paved road and was currently descending the mountains. A large, clearly illustrious building hung off the edge of the mountain.
It was made of pure, one-way look through glass on the outside shining blindly from the sun's rays. The car grinded into the small parking lot and halted to a stop. The pilot jumped out and opened the door to Harry.
Harry stood up, legs wobbling a bit. Mr. Lee came out next, seeming perfectly fine. Harry noticed a nearing sound of engines nearby. Looking up, Harry saw a helicopter just arrive near them on the parking lot.
"There's a heliport! Why couldn't we have just taken the chopper?" Harry yelled angrily at the pilot. That ride up the mountain twisting around the steep roads had been hell.
The Pilot shot a glance at Harry, a certain spark in his eyes. "Mr. Potter, would you like to have a tour of the Swiss Alps? I'm sure Mr. Lee wouldn't mind." Harry gulped. He edged closer to the facility main doors.
"Maybe another time." Harry's voice wavered as he entered the high-tech lab. The pilot and Mr. Lee gave each other a look of mirth before entering the lab also. A gasp of awe was heard as they entered.
Ginny sat on her Boeing 767 jet headed for Hong Kong, scheduled arrival at 9:06 p.m. She looked out her window at the darkening sky as the sun prepared to set below the horizon.
This was not Ginny's first time flying in a commercial jet. Over her last two years working for the ministry, she had flown all over England and France getting insides on the life of muggles. Her section of the investigation sparked interest in the wizarding world.
There was a man sitting in the seat next to Ginny. A man that Ginny definitely didn't like at all. He had dark brown hair currently styled in a mushroom cut. His body was probably the size of a small whale as part of his stomach was seen from his buttoned down Hawaiian shirt.
Ginny tried to ignore the large man's stares as his eyes probed to parts of her body. He made Ginny uncomfortably agitated. Ginny's fiery anger flared. Turning, Ginny glared at the large baboon.
"Who do you think you are?" Ginny's glare surprised the overweight sandy haired man. His shock wore off as a brief smile lit his face. He reached out a pudgy hand.
"The name's Dudley. Dudley Dursley." Ginny's eyes wavered a bit. Dursley, she recognized the name. Her mother would sometimes complain about their situation about someone. Now that she thought back, she finally recognized the name. Dursley, Harry's only living relatives.
A pit of loathing twisted in her stomach as she studied this Dudley's face. She could barely make out his face features that were covered in so much blubber that he could've passed for a hippo, or better yet, a male overweight sumo wrestler.
Her thoughts then reeled on Harry. Harry…his perfect personality. He had been so nice to her, and better yet, forgiven her. An image of Harry popped immediately in Harry's mind. His tanned and toned body, his messy hair that gave most women an immediate attraction to him. His boyish grin that never lost its' magic and never failed to relinquish females around the world to wobble slightly under his smile. Then, Ginny focused on one thing.
His eyes. Merlin those eyes were enchanting. A most uncommon eye color around the globe. Few people possessed the emerald color. The usual, being blue, brown, or black. Those hypnotizing emerald pearls drawing Ginny into Harry further and further. Ginny's stomach did several twirls as signs of her attraction were evidently apparent.
She was brought back to reality by Dudley's huge mass twirling around to face her again. He still had that hand outstretched, waving it a bit as if asking Ginny to shake his hand. Ginny hesitantly obliged, hiding her scowl.
Dudley's hand was like squeezing putty. He was holding on for far too long. Ginny tried to pull back her slender arm but was noticing Dudley eyed her tastefully. Agitation flared up in Ginny as she used her strength to free her hand. Dudley might've seemed large and strong but he was all blubber. There were no muscles apparent.
Dudley wasn't finished yet. He leaned over towards Ginny's side, giving her on of his best smiles. Ever since he was young, Dudley was praised by his mother and father, as a gift from god to women. If Ginny had heard of this, she would've snorted. That's a face only a mother would love.
Dudley's overconfident ego inflated rapidly as Ginny gave Dudley a small smile. To tell you the truth, she was just comparing Dudley to Harry again. She remembered clearly of how Dudley had tried boxing with Harry over their sixth year summer break. She had come to pick up Harry along with her father and saw, to her amusement, Harry sitting on a pile of rubbish. That rubbish, was a somewhat beaten up Dudley.
Ginny still remembered that day. Dudley had interpreted her smile completely wrong. "So pretty lady, what brings you to Hong Kong?" Ginny shook out of her daze and looked back at Dudley, inwardly trying not to laugh at Dudley's almost non-apparent grin. She kept her emotions tight.
"Just sight-seeing, you?" Ginny tried hard to be polite. Dudley needed some serious deflating in his ego. She noticed Dudley trying to make out a scheme.
"Say, how 'bout we sight see Hong Kong together. You know, women just love to be by my side. Then at night..." Ginny shot a blazing look at Dudley's teasing grin. Her anger flared up again. She breathed a few times to cool down. Try not to hurt the boy too much Ginny.
"Look." She pointed a finger at Dudley's whale frame. "I wouldn't go on a date with you much less share a room with you even if you were god. If any women in her right mind gave you a chance, god help her." Well, she tried. Dudley immediately backed away,depleted and egocontrolledfrom Ginny's cold glare.
The flight attendant passed by. "Drinks?" Ginny ordered a glass of orange juice while Dudley just sat there, staring at the exotic flight attendant. The flight attendant grew uncomfortable and annoyed under Dudley's stare.
"Drinks?" She asked this a bit louder. Dudley shook out of his trance. Ginny looked away, silently signaling to the flight attendant that she had nothing to do with this man.
Dudley tried his charm again. He was just about to stand up and boast his chest out when Ginny's steely voice echoed in his brain.
"Sit." Dudley obediently sat down. The flight attendant pushed her cart down the aisle admiring Ginny's authority over Dudley. Dudley sat down, defeated. He had nothing to do now. Bored, Dudley fell asleep, snoring. His last thoughts were:
Women these days...can't tell who are the good bachelor's around.
Ginny, thankful Dudley had fallen asleep, shuffled in her purse for her favorite magazine. Ah, there it was. Witch's Weekly. She turned to the first page where the number one bachelor of the globe winked back at her. Ginny spent the rest of the flight reading the magazine.
"Holy Mother of Merlin!" Mr. Lee glanced warily at the pilot.
"Harry's been saying that all afternoon." The pilot nodded.
"Guess he's excited." Harry was like a child plastering himself against the glass wall overlooking the lab. Down below, hundreds of tube shaped see-through containers held creatures that challenged Harry to the furthest points of his imagination.
"Sir, what in the world are these things?" Mr. Lee breathed for a few seconds, trying to find the adequate words.
"They are monsters Harry." Harry seemed nonplussed. These weren't like the goblins or ogres he's seen before at Hogwarts.
"Summoned monsters." This got Harry's attention. His boyish attitude quickly turned professional as he walked slowly towards Mr. Lee and the Pilot.
"Summoned Monsters?" Mr. Lee nodded. The Pilot took out his identification card and moved towards the high security door. There was a keypad with a slot on the right to slide a card. He punched in six numbers, all-resounding to have a certain sound when punched in, and inserted his card to slide down the slot. The blinker changed from red to green and the door opened with a click.
The Pilot turned his head towards the two international agents. "Coming in?"
Harry swerved around the numerous circular tubes, all containing some sort of creature bathed in a clear liquid. Bubbles rose to the surface every few seconds. "I thought that you couldn't summon these monsters." Mr. Lee looked tiredly at Harry.
"It seems that my friend Dr. Williams found some way." Mr. Lee walked over to a circular tube, observing the dead creature inside. Harry focused his attention towards the tube. The creature was the most decapitated thing Harry's ever seen in his life.
Looks like something from Hagrid's wild imaginations.
"Mr. Lee, Mr. Potter, this way please." The pilot wore his lab coat again and was heading down a deserted darkhallway. The overhead florescent lights blinked on as the Pilot walked forward, as if knowing where he was headed. After the Pilot walked further down the hallway, more florescent overhead lights turned on ahead of him, whilst the first few lights in the hallway shut off.
Harry and Mr. Lee glanced at each other before following the pilot. They twisted and turned into a maze of endless hallways until a final metal doorway could be seen. The pilot inserted his identification card before hearing a beep. The large door opened with a groan.
"The catacombs." The pilot informed the two agents.
"Merlin, this lab has a dungeon?" The pilot glanced back over his shoulder.
"The man needed some place to keep his creatures." Harry asked if there was any other creatures in the building. To his relief, the pilot shook his head, explaining that even though Dr. Williams was a cunning man, he understood when things were enough.
Dr. Louis met the three at a nearby opening in the doorway. "Welcome to Dr. Williams' office." Harry and Mr. Lee walked in. The pilot waiting outside, waiting patiently for the agents to finish their investigation.
Harry immediately walked over to Dr. William's desk. The room was all white. Furnished with uncountable cabinets and bookshelves, the room was definitely an office.
Scientific tubes and stacks of documents laid neatly on the desk. On several walls, the doctor had posters of numerous Egyptian locations. Gosh Harry thought, This guy should go live in Egypt.
He noticed that there was a picture on the desk. Walking over, Harry glanced at the picture. All of the air in his lungs got sucked out.
Mr. Lee walked over to the picture also, Dr. Louis following closely behind. Mr. Lee's eyes seemed sad and sympathetic.
"Scares you to your bones." Dr. Louis's ghostly voice was all that Harry heard. His mind was too busy focusing on the moving picture frame. The image was black and white. There, sitting in a chair with his limbs locked, was a man about Mr. Lee's age.
Harry could tell that Dr. Williams was dead in the picture. What chilled him to his bone were the number of scars tattered on his chest and abdomen. Dark fluid trickled down the man's chest. Harry looked at the head. What Harry saw would haunt him…
The head would twist one hundred and eighty degrees every few seconds as if someone in the background was playing with the Doctor's head with a wand. Once the face emerged, Harry noticed the Doctor's eyes were white and deathly. Harry looked away, about to vomit.
Dr. Louis turned the picture so that the backside was showing. "There's a message on the back."
Harry read the messy scrawl.
Don't mess with history.
Harry immediately looked over at Dr. Louis. "This picture was sent here. The Doctor's location is unknown?" Dr. Louis nodded.
"The Doctor was kidnapped while on his usual stroll in the mountains. Apparently one of his students, while opening the lab doors found the facility in this mess. I've been here all morning trying to sort things out. Someone's been in here…searching around."
Harry looked over at the pilot currently standing outside. This guy was one of the Doctor's students. "How did the Doctor summon these monsters? He had to have some kind of ancient text."
The pilot seemed to hesitate as Harry's sharp eyes burned into the side of his head. "I'm…not s-supposed to t-tell you anything."
Harry crossed the enormous office to the door in six great steps. "Listen, there is some way that the doctor summoned these monsters. From what I've read, the realm to summon was closed centuries ago! And more importantly, someone found out about this! This procedure is illegal against wizarding regulations. It has for centuries! What-"
"I shall explain this." Harry looked at Mr. Lee who was currently sitting behind the desk. "Dr. Williams was a great friend, and even better scientist. His immediate interest in history gave him the idea of trying to summon monsters that wizards summoned centuries ago." Mr. Lee stared directly at Harry.
"This facility is private, no-one knows about this except his closest friends and top students." Harry's gaze returned to the Pilot.
The pilot gave up. Harry towered over him. He was an authority. The pilot obliged.
"I have something to show you." Harry and Mr. Lee both walked to the Pilot.
"This way." The Pilot walked down the dungeons towards a metal staircase spiraling down. Mr. Lee and Harry followed.
Harry gazed at the passing cells. They were rusty and battered. These creatures must've had some strength, banging mercilessly on these titanium bars. The dungeon's lights flickered a bit, causing Harry to momentarily lose his step. The pilot was walking up ahead, his silhouette darkened and mystified by the flickering lights.
This place could pass for the next horror movie. At least there's no blood. Dr. Williams was known to be a professional scientist.
Do your experiment, document it, clean up. The Dr. was apparently finished with his experiment. Jesus Harry thought, he must've found something mammoth that triggered a kidnapping and death.
Harry felt chills go down his spine as he descended the staircase.
"Harvey had a reference of ancient text down here didn't he?" The pilot nodded. Mr. Lee sighed and continued questioning.
"I do also believe that he hides his most sacred works down there?" Again the pilot nodded.
"Sir, even I have only been down there once. His private labs only have two chambers. One for keeping all of his text and another, his personal lab. No-one goes in there." Harry and Mr. Lee pushed their legs and paced themselves. Their shoes clanging against the steely floor.
A large bronze doorway crossed their paths. The Pilot took a set of keys from his lab pocket and unlocked the door. The door creaked open with a groan.
"The library is in here. Dr. Williams is very neat—" Harry thought that the Pilot was being ironic. Mr. Lee's cool aura immediately buzzed with an unknown power.
"Someone's been through here…" Mr. Lee glanced at Harry. Harry looked at the library. Books were trashed all over the place. Someone had been in a hurry.
"Pilot, I want you and Harry to go directly to the airport. Send Harry on his way to Hong Kong. He has a mission to do. While I'm here, I'm calling every student the Doctor had. No-one's getting away with this." Mr. Lee's commanding personality kicked in.
Harry turned to walk back to the surface, the other two following close behind.
The three ran towards the lab opening, crossing uncountable white hallways until finally reaching the main lab area. The pilot opened the door with his identification card. They walked towards the parked Chopper.
"Harry, whoever did this knows about the ancient summonings. Their reason is unclear but we must stop them from obtaining every clue. That tabloid that you're supposed to get from Mr. Chang, do not fail me. Bring it to me immediately! You have a rival."
Harry nodded while the pilot started the chopper. Harry climbed in and stuck the thumbs-up sign to Mr. Lee. The middle aged man took the identification card from the Pilot and re-entered the lab. Mr. Lee and Dr. Louis were calling backup and making sure thatevery single student and friend of the Doctor's was to come here to be questioned.
The chopper took off, swerving around countless snowy mountain caps.
"Whoever this person that's messing with us, he's talking serious business." Harry looked over at the pilot.
"You've heard about the legend?" The Pilot's eyes widened as he descended from the mountains.
"Dr. Williams wouldn't stop talking about it. Sadly, I barely pay attention to his lectures. Says something about invincible power…destroy globe…and a set of ancient clues. Sounds like rubbish to me."
Harry had heard this legend too many times to question it. They all led to one thing, if the wrong person somehow re-awakened this monster, the world would be held mercy at this individual's feet.
The X-33 jet came into view. Harry and the pilot jumped out of the chopper and immediately boarded the aircraft. Harry groaned. His stomach wouldn't survive the day. Harry looked down at his watch.
7:00 p.m Swiss time. His scheduled meeting with his new partner was around 9. Harry gave the pilot a thumbs up sign before climbing into the X-33's hull.
Harry sat down in his seat on the X-33 with one thing in mind. Obtain that tabloid at all costs.
The plane exploded into the air, taking less than five seconds to be airborne. The afternoon mist swirled around the highway as the jet's huge engines blasted enormous amounts of power into the air.
Overhead, the sky was darkening. Faint flickers of lightning flashed around the Swiss Alps.
A terrible feeling churned up in Harry's gut. His instincts told him...he was going to be involved in something global. Something so ancient that threatened to destroy the globe milleniums ago. That power, was awakening from its' long slumber.
Author's Notes: Ah, the next chapter. But before I reveal it to my fellow readers, tell me how you feel about this one. The next chapter will be more light-hearted. The peaceful break before the storm surges in. The dark clouds are coming...