Chapter 24: A Night in Hong Kong

She was stuck in a timeless capsule, with no apparent indication that time was going to start again. Ginny looked straight into Harry's sharp eyes, knowing that the truth would be let out soon. He was still staring at her, every ounce of his undivided attention directed on Ginny.

Ginny felt herself racking her brain for an answer to Harry's question. Was this Harry's Ministry Ball Robe? The answer, it was a definite yes. Ginny had remembered Harry departing from the Ministry, with a crack, unbelievably knifing his way through the Ministry's wards.

The house elf greeting guests at the front of the elevator arrived curtly to Ginny, holding out a fine midnight robe sewn with green linings at the edges. He explained to Ginny that this was Mr. Potter's robes.

Gently taking the robes in her hands, Ginny eyed the spot where Harry had been before staring back at the robe. It still had the faint scent of Harry on it. He smelled like the fresh woodlands, with the hint of pine from his aftershave. Ginny had kept the robe, keeping it in her possession.

Harry was gone, gone from her forever. That was what she had thought. Slowly, dangerously, Ginny began to have nightmares. The only escape from her nightmares was Harry's robe. It provided for Ginny a sense of warmth and protection that no one could give her at the time.

Dean had broke things off with Ginny, after a particularly large quarrel the two had over Harry. Dean, angered at Ginny's sudden departure from the ball, asked Ginny one life-changing question. It sounded simple, but meant the world to Ginny. Dean had promptly stormed into Ginny's room without her knowing, shrugging Ginny awake from her night's rest.

Dark eyes met with chocolate. As Dean's flare grew, Ginny's fear increased. The time was midnight. Mrs. Weasley was still at the ball with Mr. Weasley, trying to calm the twins down. Ron and Hermione were still discussing the situation with Minister Samson. He was not pleased that Harry had left all of a sudden, especially when the ball was made to congratulate him.

Ginny slowly clambered out of bed, rubbing her tired eyes as Dean's angry stare made Ginny feel uncomfortable. He crossed his arms, hardening his expression. With a grunt, Dean pushed Ginny into the wall, his whole body pressed up against hers. Ginny tried her best to wiggle away. Her actions failed, simply because she was literally still half asleep.

Dean leaned his face close to Ginny's, his expression serious. She could smell alcohol in his breath. He asked one simple question.

Did Ginny love him.

Ginny opened her eyes towards Dean's, some sense kicking back into her. She grew up to be a well-mannered lady, and was not going to lie straight out to Dean. He deserved to know the truth.

Ginny did not love Dean. The couple had broken it off a long time ago. Apparently, no sparks were flying in the direction that they liked. Dean was attracted to Ginny, but his feelings weren't returned.

Dean's angered face raged from within, like a volcano on the brink of exploding. Ginny braced herself, having left her wand in her evening gown.

Dean backed away a few steps, before pulling out his wand. His grip was strong. If it had not been for Fleur, who had been at home taking care of Grace, her four year old, Ginny would probably be at the hospital that night.

Fleur hadpeeked inside the room at the time, hearingsome unusual noise. Sheopened the door a bit,before opening the wooden passage completely. Walking in, the half-veela noticed Ginny straight up against a wall, with Dean standing a few paces back, wand apparent.

Instincts flew into Fleur's mind as she pulled out her wand and silently disarmed Dean, causing the dark-haired drunk to fall back, confused. Ginny let out a breath. Fleur had the sense to walk up from right behind you without anyone noticing. She had that special talent, and it definitely came in handy.

Dean lay unarmed on the floor. His eyes wide, he quickly clambered into a standing position, his body proportioned into a fighting stance. Fleur's eyes grew wide, Dean was drunk, angry, and had the intention to injure. Ginny walked forward, her composure calm and steady.

Dean smirked at Ginny, pitying the young woman in front of him. He let his stance down.

"If we can be together again, I won't have to hurt you." Ginny's eyes darkened. He had just insulted her in the worst way possible. This was blackmail. She walked swiftly up to Dean, his smirk annoyingly situated on his large face.

With a cunning move, Ginny slapped Dean. The sound echoed around the room. The male hadn't expected such a response, recoiling backwards several paces. Ginny was not finished yet. While Dean had both of his hands on his face, Ginny took the chance to kick Dean in the shin. Ginny's next few kicks were situated on his gut, ankle, and lastly, the place where Dean didn't notice to protect.

Dean's hand was on his face, while his other was trying to soothe his pained gut. Ginny took the chance to land one last blow to the family jewels, causing a painful groan from the dark-skinned drunk. He fell flat down, landing hard on his face. Fleur took the chance to tie Dean up with her wand, before landing an impressed nod towards Ginny's direction.

The redhead stood there, panting slightly before walking towards Fleur and the crippled Dean.

"Zat waz impressive Gin." Fleur's accented voice echoed throughout the room.

Ginny smiled, releasing the tension in her body. "Women's self defense. Best ten galleons I've spent."

Ginny was brought back from her thoughts at Harry's sparkling eyes.

"Ginny, you awake?" Ginny thanked Merlin that the dark room held her blush unnoticeable. "Ginny?"

Ginny turned back to Harry, shifting her body to face his. "Hmmm?" Ginny couldn't help but notice the moon's reflection upon the room. It made the atmosphere rather romantic. She reeled from those thoughts as Harry ran a hand through her rich, burgundy hair. Ginny felt herself shiver. Harry smiled – no grinned, before reaching out his hand.

"Can I have my robes back? I've been wondering where they've gone to." Ginny reluctantly handed the ministry robes to Harry, feeling a part of her being taken away also. Sleeping with that robe, the only sense of safety provided to her for the last two years. It was like loosing your favorite teddy bear.

Harry slowly took the robes, examining them before slowly getting out of bed before returning the robes to the closet. Harry walked back, noticing that Ginny was staring at the closet, a sad expression evident in her chocolate eyes. Harry could sense the girl feel a sense of loss surround her. Harry climbed back into the warm bed beneath the covers.

"Ginny?" Ginny shook out of her thoughts, returning her attention towards Harry. Harry felt his heart break at the sadness evident in Ginny's eyes. "Why was my robe so important?"

Ginny swallowed. Harryneeded to know the reason. She trusted him. A long silent period followed when Ginny racked her brain, trying to find the right words to explain her situation.

"Harry, the robes gave me warmth, and a sense of protection. They gave me comfort when I have nightmares. It's just like a teddy bear. I like to cuddle with it, and I have for two years." Ginny looked expectantly at Harry, awaiting his reaction.

Harry's silence worried Ginny. Maybe he was angry. He had made it apparent that he searched for the robes.

More silence.

At last, Harry turned his attention to Ginny, his face emotionless.

"Ginny, forget about the robes. Why cuddle with it?-" Confusion overtook Ginny as she felt another wave of sadness come over her. It was like someone was yanking her favorite possession out of her grasp and forcing her to forget that she ever had it. Ginny felt tears welling up. She pushed them back with all of her will.

"Harry…" she said softly. Harry's emotionless face was now sporting a rather boyish grin.

"When you can cuddle with me?" Harry didn't know what came over him when he asked the question. He felt brave, reckless, and a bit of anxiousness in him. He was taking a big risk already. He was already in the same bed as Ginny. He could not cause a more uncomfortable situation on Ginny.

Harry was mistaken when he heard a squeal of delight. Turning his attention rapidly towards Ginny, he noticed that any sad feelings that loomed over the girl's face were now completely gone. Replacing those expressions were surprise, shock, and a large amount of delight.

Harry was reeled from his thoughts when he felt the redhead urgently sliding closer to Harry, before her soft body was pressed against Harry's. Ginny willed herself to stop from jumping on Harry. She placed herself comfortably into Harry's wide-open embrace, before nuzzling into Harry's side.

There was no robe now to protect and give her warmth anymore. She had traded it in for something hundred of times better. The real thing. As Harry carefully placed a strong arm around Ginny, the redhead felt herself relax into the embrace and fall quickly into a peaceful sleep. A sense of strong protection loomed around the girl.

Harry didn't need to look at Ginny to know that the young woman was happy. He could feel her smile on the side of his neck. Yawning, Harry tightened his grip around Ginny's soft body, before falling into a peaceful dream himself.

Thousands of miles away in another country, Lucky was kept in a locked room. With a few chairs and beds situated around the medium sized room, Lucky knew that his captor would use him in some way or another. The room was painted red. Lucky looked towards the only exit. A giant steel door with a small hole in the middle. It was probably used to sending in food to him.

Lucky stood up slowly, having just woken from his rough nap. The dark-skinned man scratched his head, trying to breathe in the atmosphere. Just this morning, Lucky had been romancing a couple of Hawaiian girls upon the private Wahi Beach. He was perfectly sprawled against the ground, a large beach blanket beneath him, with two girls cuddling into his side. This was the life.

Everything went wrong minutes later. A woman with long, shiny blonde hair ran frantically to Lucky, panting and out of breath. Lucky immediately recognized his work partner, Madison. She seemed to be a bit tense, with an expression of fear evident on her face. He stood, saying his goodbyes to the two beautiful girls. Lucky turned his attention back to Madison, a scowl apparent on his face.

"Madison, what-" Madison didn't have time for this. She grabbed Lucky's arm and led him off towards the nearby forest. She pushed Lucky against the base of a tree trunk. Lucky stared at Madison, wide-eyed. The blonde was definitely tense, she was shaking.

"Lucky, we're being hunted!" A long silence fell over the forest, the sounds of exotic birds the only sound heard.

Lucky didn't need evidence, for a large shadow was speeding from thebeach right towards him. He grabbed Madison's arm and ran deeper into the forest. Along the way, he scribbled a messy letter to Mr. Lee. He called out the nearest tropics bird and tossed it a knut. The bird took the rolled up letter and flew away.

The shadow was moving at speeds that couldn't be human. It was gaining on them.

Madison stopped Lucky. They only had one option left. Fight for their lives. Stopping, both Lucky and Madison whipped out their wands and pointed it at the large shadow. The black pool of darkness spread throughout the ground, surrounding the two before ingulfing both of them in darkness. Lucky saw blackness.

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He woke up, checking his watch. It was still the same day he had been captured. Late December. Looking around, Lucky observed the room, trying to find a way out. He was just about to bang on the large steel door before a small rolled piece of parchment flew through the door opening. Confused, Lucky grabbed the parchment and ripped it open.

We need to talk.

That was all. Lucky didn't know what to think. The room thought for him. With a great screech, the large steel doorway opened enough for Lucky to slip through. Walking out into a darkened hallway, the dark-haired man looked both left and right. Both ways were completely pitch black.

Suddenly, as if the lights were leading Lucky towards his visitor, the florescent lights flashed on towards Lucky's right before disappearing around a corner. Looking both ways again, Lucky took the chance. He followed the path of lights through numerous corridors and hallways. Looking down, the carpet was red. Lucky had a bad feeling about this.

Madison and Victoria were nowhere to be seen. They, to Lucky, were both gone.

The path of lights ended at the opening of an elevator. With no other option, Lucky walked into the elevator. The electronic elevator had no buttons on it. The box closed its' doors and began to move downwards. After several moments, the doors opened, revealing a completely white room. Lucky walked out of the elevator, taking a glimpse around the room.

There was someone standing right in front of Lucky. A spark of instant flare and shock raged inside Lucky.

"YOU!"

A ring was heard, cracking through the peaceful atmosphere. Silence. After several short seconds, the ring was heard again. Harry groaned as he was awoken from his peaceful and refreshing sleep.

Turning slightly in the comfortable bed, Harry felt something warm and soft on his side. He smiled softly, Ginny was sleeping peacefully, nuzzled into Harry's side. Her head was comfortably situated near the crook of Harry's neck. The young woman's smooth legs rubbed against Harry's, causing him to shiver slightly. A satisfied smile was evident upon her face. Harry felt a somewhat familiar tingle buzz in his body. Looking at Ginny's soft angelic face, all he wanted to do was lie down slowly and kiss those rosy lips.

The cell phone rang again, shaking Harry from his thoughts. The phone was ringing, Harry was cuddled in the most un-platonic position you could think of, and Ginny's long legs were tangled in Harry's. Harry had to keep from letting certain ideas come into his head. The phone rang again…

This is bad; this is very bad…Harry had to get out, before he lost his slowly diminishing control.

Harry tried to maneuver himself from the bed. This was made tough on him, for Ginny had one of her arms slung across Harry's chest. Her long legs weaved through Harry's. The raven-haired man sighed.

He slowly maneuvered his legs so they were untangled with Ginny's. Another ring was heard… Harry looked towards the direction where the ringing was at. A flashing light was seen from Harry's tuxedo slacks. It was from his cell phone.

Harry carefully lifted Ginny's arms from across his chest, causing a moan of protest to flow softly from Ginny. Ginny shifted under the covers, her hands roaming around for Harry's warmth. He was frozen, not wanting to make any sudden movements. Harry swore softly when Ginny's left hand touched his warm chest. He could practically see Ginny smile. In a swift motion, Ginny rolled directly onto Harry, her head resting on Harry's chest. Shit Harry thought. He was pinned to the bed by his partner. His very beautiful partner.

Another ring was heard, causing Harry to shake from his thoughts. His call wouldn't be ringing forever. Ginny was still on top of him.

Harry had only one option left. In a move of pure athleticism, Harry rolled himself so that he was now situated right on top of Ginny's sleeping form. He could roll over Ginny and jump off the bed. The plan backfired greatly. Instead of being pinned to the bed by Ginny's soft, luscious body, Harry felt himself on top of Ginny, staring directly into her moonlit face.

He had expected Ginny to wake up, surprised, catching Harry barehanded.

Instead, Harry heard Ginny moan softy.

Harry couldn't help but notice that Ginny's legs were parted slightly. A soft smile was lit upon her face as slowly, Ginny's breath was becoming labored. Unexpectedly, her arms wound around Harry's neck, pulling him closer to her. Harry was now feeling extremely sensitive of their personal space.

Merlin, why did she have to be soft and silky? That nightgown she was wearing wasn't helping him. It made Ginny seem irresistible, almost begging Harry to touch her. With every ounce of control he had left, Harry had to think of a plan.

Deep inside, Harry wouldn't mind staying like this for the rest of the night. But he had something else on his mind. Whoever was calling him, would probably have something urgent to say.

Ginny's arms were pulling Harry closer to her face. Just a few more inches and Harry would be kissing the beautiful woman. Another soft moan was heard.

"Oh Harry…"

Harry jumped as he felt Ginny wriggle her hips towards Harry's growing erection. He was getting more aroused by the minute. He had to leave before he was tempted to anything else. He jumped off of the bed, landing in a heap on the floor.

"Ow…" Harry groaned. The cell phone rang again, this time louder. Harry shook his head, Ginny was still fast asleep. Whatever dream she was having must be a damn good one. Harry quickly walked over to his tuxedo laying on a chair. He reached into the slacks pockets to grab the phone. Opening the cell phone, Harry answered.

"Hello? This is Mr. Palmer speaking." Harry was not pleased to be woken at such a late time. He was quite enjoying his bedtime. Whoever called him would have to have a damn good reason for interrupting him or the person was going to get an earful of Harry's agitated mind.

"Harry!" Harry's head began to wake, letting the young man process the urgency of the voice. The man had a small Asian accent to his English. Harry's mind went blank.

Only one person had that accent that knew Harry. It was Harry's long-time friend, Warren Tsai. Warren and Harry had worked together a year ago to take out numerous aces in Beijing. Together, they were well respected by the elite agencies of China.

"Harry!" Warren's deep, Chinese accented voice was heard again. Harry rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

"Warren, what's with the midnight call?" Harry's wavering voice echoed through the master bedroom. Ginny was stirring. Noticing this, Harry left the master bedroom, heading for the living room.

"Harry, something urgent has come up. It's about Mr. Chang's tablet!" Harry instantly grew wide-awake. He ran a hand through his messy hair, pacing the living room of the Peninsula Suite.

"Mr. Chang's tablet? What about it?" Warren's voice was strained.

"It's not safe to talk over the line. Someone can intercept this. Meet me at coordinates: 8-1-18-2-15-18. Be quick." Warren hung up. Harry's calmness was now gone. Something must've happened to make the right hand man of Tsai Triads worried.

No time could be spared. Harry would have to meet Warren at the coordinates, whether he liked it or not. The tablet, as Mr. Lee had specifically said, is imperative to the world. Once it got into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen…

Harry paced around the room, letting his brain think of as many scenarios that might happen. Someone might get that tablet before me, or a local triad would wage war against Mr. Chang.

"Damn it!" Harry cursed. This was not the time for things to go wrong. He had to meet Warren. Another problem, Ginny was still sleeping. Glancing at the table, Harry came up with an idea.

Walking into the master bedroom, Harry kissed Ginny on the forehead before changing into a pair of khakis with a black sweater. The moon was still out, shining magnificently into the room. Placing his wand into the khaki pockets, Harry walked out of the door.

The elevators rung once, notifying Harry that he had reached ground level. The elevator doors opened, revealing the still lively main entrance to The Peninsula. Wealthy couples were everywhere; some enjoying tea by the entrance, others just checking in.

Harry walked swiftly up to the counter lady. She was a young Asian woman with long, midnight black hair. Harry tapped the bell once. The counter lady looked up, as dark brown met emerald eyes. She blinked before a glint appeared in the girl's eyes.

"Miss, I need you to do something for me." The exotic girl's eyes widened as a large grin was now apparent on her face.

"So…" she moved her fingers seductively on the counter. "What can I do for you this lovely night…" the exotic beauty purred.

Harry ignored the double statement. He quickly shoved a hand into his pockets, taking out something and handing it to the counter lady.

"If a woman comes down here with the name of Rachel, I want you to give this to her." The counter lady seemed disappointed. She gently took the envelope and placed it somewhere safe.

"You are?" Harry smiled at the lady, making her blush brightly.

"Mr. Palmer." The counter lady nodded.

"Thank you Miss, have a good night."

"You too sir."

Harry walked through the entrance doors out into the cool Hong Kong night. The city was bustling with the sounds of motors and the extravagant lights radiated off of the skyscrapers.

An officer walked up to Harry.

"Sir, would you like to call a limo?" Harry shook his head. Riding in a limo would attract way too much attention.

"Officer, call me a regular taxi. Urgent matter on my hands." The officer nodded, trained not to question the guests. He waved his hand towards a red Volkswagen taxi. The driver, who had been smoking with his other taxi pals quickly drove over to the Hotel driveway. The officer opened the door for Harry.

Harry thanked the officer before climbing in.

"Where to?" The driver looked intently at Harry through the rear view mirror. Harry took out a pen and wrote on a spare piece of paper.

"Here, step on it." Screeching tires were heard as the taxi zoomed off towards bustle of the city.

Ginny woke up, perspirating slightly. That was just about the most delicious dream that she's ever experienced. She stretched herself out, enjoying the softness of the silk sheets. Lying back down with a sloppy smile, Ginny reached for her 'husband.' She felt nothing.

Worry etched over as she reached all over the bed for Harry. He was not there.

"Harry?" Ginny's voice echoed the room. There was no answer. "Harry?" Ginny called again, this time a little louder. No reply.

Ginny lay down, straining her ears, trying to hear a nearby shower running. Nothing. Worry started to leak into Ginny's system. Where was Harry? What is he doing? Ginny slowly got up and stretched.

Her nightgown had gone up considerably during her sleep. She quickly pulled it back down.

She walked over to the bathroom, opening the lights. No one. Ginny walked faster towards the living room. There, Ginny saw something that had not been there before. On the small coffee table, there was a small note. Ginny slowly walked over to the sofa, before she sat down softly. Brushing a few loose tendrils of hair behind her ear, Ginny read the note.

It was in Harry's handwriting. Ginny could read Harry's male cursive anywhere. What was written on it was what worried Ginny.

On the table beside the letter was something that gave Ginny some hope. It was Harry's cell phone.

Ginny quickly rushed out of the Peninsula Suite, not bothering to wear anything but her nightgown. Once the elevator doors opened, she walked straight towards the center of the main entrance. Looking around, she saw no sign of Harry. A quick thought popped in Ginny's mind.

Customer Service. Ginny searched for a nearby counter. Noticing a counter with the sign 'Customer Service' written in neat cursive above it, Ginny smiled and walked slowly towards it, ignoring any stares from the males of the room.

She walked up to the front counter, ringing the bell. A pretty young Asian girl walked up.

"Can I help you?" Ginny thought this over. Her cover-up name was Rachel. She would have to remember that.

"Hi, I'm Rachel. Did anyone leave me a message down here?" Ginny reeled back as she saw something gloss in the counter lady's eyes. Jealousy? The lady quickly composed herself.

"Oh, the handsome young man with sharp piercing emerald eyes?" Ginny smiled.

"That's him." The lady's cold stare came back.

"What's his relation to you?" Ginny was slightly surprised at these probing questions. She sighed.

"He's my husband." The lady probably blew herself up from the inside. Her face was bright red. Ginny couldn't help but feel smug. She quickly composed herself. Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Hold on a second." The counter lady said through gritted teeth. Ginny nodded. Several seconds later, the counter lady came out of the back room and held out a single envelope, sealed. Confused, Ginny opened the envelope. What was inside confused her even more.

With no options left over, Ginny slowly walked outside into the cool Hong Kong nightlife.

Where are you Harry?

The taxi pulled up to a small alleyway made of crates. Harry paid the taxi driver the necessary amount and a few more dollars to ensure that he told no one about this location. The driver nodded, zooming off.

Harry smirked at Warren's sense. Seagulls were heard in the background as water splashed everywhere. Harry was at the docks.

Warren had produced a coded location in a matter of seconds. Using the English alphabet, he made each position of the letter a number. 1 would be A. 5 would be E. Simple and understandable.

8-1-18-2-15-18 HARBOR

Harry crept slowly around the crate alleyways, his polished dark shoes squishing the damp wood. Harry stuffed a hand into his pockets, making a grab for his wand. This place might be deserted, but you have to always be careful.

Harry gave out the signal, a steady stream of red steam from the point of his wand. After a few moments, a rather tall Chinese man walked slowly towards the center of the alleyway. Harry stayed low, catching a glimpse of his visitor. It was Warren.

Relief washed over Harry as he too stepped from the darkness into the center of the alleyway. Warren's face was pale and stern. He was wearing a black business suit.

"Warren, what did you call me here?" Harry made sure to keep his voice low. Warren's face was emotionless. He gestured Harry deeper into the maze of crates. Nodding his head, Harry complied.

Warren stopped at a dead end, his voice very low. "Harry, my boss has just received new information that others have interest in Mr. Chang's tablet." Harry's eyebrows rose.

"Others?" Warren nodded slightly, his eyes quivered with concern.

"Yes others. Not our kind. They're yours." Harry's eyes widened.

"Wizards?" Warren nodded again. He glanced around, making sure no one was anywhere near hearing distance. He folded his hands in front of him, swaying in his spot.

"A group of unknown wizards have allied with the Ling triad. They were willing to pay a hefty amount, on one condition." Harry reeled back. Warren had never shown an ounce of fear throughout his experiences with him. This time, fear was surfacing. Harry waited while Warren swallowed. He continued, his voice lower.

"At all costs. Your life is in danger Harry." Harry ran a hand through his hair. This was very bad. Harry could take care of himself. It was Ginny that worried him. She had no experience in combat with the Chinese. Their ways of fighting were far more advanced than muggle guns and pistols. This was also a location where Harry was unfamiliar. The advantage was not on their side.

"Warren, who are the Ling's?" Warren glanced at his watch before looking up.

"The Ling's are one of the underground gangs of Hong Kong. They are highly respected amongst our ranks. They are like shadows. Kill before the victim knows what hit them." A high gust of wind blew over the harbor.

"So you're just saying to obtain that tablet before anyone else?" Warren stood, frozen.

"Mr. Chang is a very strict businessman Harry. He doesn't just sell it to you that easily. Other negotiations would have to be confirmed. You have to impress the man." Harry wiped his fogged glasses. The night air was turning colder. Warren continued.

"What concerned me on this business deal was that not only one Triad wanted that tablet. Numerous offers rose up Harry. The Tsai have never seen such commotion over one clay carving." Warren breathed, his breath coming out as mist. "Mr. Chang is waiting for you tomorrow. Complete the deal, and leave immediately. A crisis will erupt within the city if you stay."

"What do you know of the tablet Warren?" The Tsai gang member looked up towards the sky.

"I believe that it has no ordinary qualities. That tablet is rumored to possess some kind of power. You know our leaders. Men with power only yearn for more. I'm giving this warning Harry. Don't stay in Hong Kong more than you need. After the meeting, leave Hong Kong. As a friend Harry, I want you to consider my concerns."

Harry nodded. "I will Warren. Thank you."

Little did Harry know, six men were perched on the crates, silently observing the conversation. Locke, a tall gangly Asian member motioned for his men to stay silent. His cell phone vibrated within his pocket. Pulling the cell out, he answered silently.

"Locke here." His boss would be answering. He was correct. A lightning sharp voice spoke into the phone.

"Locke, assassinate the men. Leave no clues behind. Our deal with the others will be completed soon." The boss hung up.

Locke smirked. He enjoyed secret assassinations. The thrill of blood being spilled. He quickly motioned to his five trained assassins, jabbing a finger at the men currently conversing with each other, trading off sheets of paper and photographs.

One of his men walked forward, carrying a silenced sniper rifle. He aimed.

In the cool night air of the peaceful Hong Kong harbor, a round of shots was heard.

Mr. Lee paced in his bedroom at his Shenzen summer retreat. Something was happening…and Mr. Lee didn't like the mysterious feeling.

It was only Mr. Lee and Dr. Louis at the retreat this moment.He would be expecting Harry in 24 hours. The tablet needed to be kept in safe hands.

A tap was heard on the window. Mr. Lee averted his attention to the intrusion. It was a falcon. Mr. Lee waved his hands, opening the window magically. The falcon flew in, dropped a roll of parchment on his desk, and zoomed away.

Confused, the middle-aged man walked towards his desk, unfolding the neatly wrapped parchment.

As he read the parchment, Mr. Lee's eyes grew wider by the second. He felt sick, tired, and a sense of loss loomed around.

In a quick motion,he let go of the parchment, letting it float effortlessly back onto the table.

Mr. Lee's stomach dropped.

No…

Author's Note: Terribly sorry for such a long wait. High School testings at the end of the year. Teachers really show no mercy towards their students. For instance, my English teacher. He's bald, middle-aged, and fought in the Vietnam war as a marine. Just try to imagine how he acts if we disrespect him. But all in all, he's pretty cool.

That head is just too shiny for my liking, especially when I am assigned to sit pretty near the front. Just 5 more weeks of school and Summer Starts! I can hardly wait.

Well, I wish you all a good weekend.

-Apac