Chapter 3: Slytherins, Graduation, and Operation Abyss.

Monday, July 2nd, 2018, 9:00 AM, Graduation.

Jimmie had just finished packing his trunk, as well as had his sister and Goodnight in their Slytherin dorm rooms. The Hogwarts house-elves would transport them to the train before it left, and whether Harry, Al, or Scorp had finished packing yet, he wasn't sure, as all three were in Gryffindor. Also, all three were bad to wait until the last minute as well and ended up leaving a few socks or a shirt behind every year. This made Jimmie snort, and shake his head. At least they were more careful about their wands, and their brooms he thought.

Jimmie left his dorm and leisurely strolled into the Slytherin common room, where he found Goodnight and his sister talking about something while sitting on one of the sofas by the fireplace. "Ready to head up to the great hall?"

"Jimmie," Lily Helen exasperatedly complained, "is that the best you could do with your hair? Honestly, you've got to give a speech, you know."

Here, his sister stood, and began waving her wand over his unruly hair, as Goodnight stood with a smirk, and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"She's right, Jim," Goodnight replied. "We do want to look our best up there."

"Ah, I see how it is," Jimmie stated, "you two love ganging up on me."

"Got that right," Lily Helen muttered, as she put her wand away up her sleeve.

Jimmie snorted. "Now, are we ready?"

At the two young witches' nods, Jimmie held out his elbows, which his sister and fiancée latched onto, and out of the dungeons, Jimmie and Goodnight walked for their final time. Lily Helen, though, had two more years there by herself, and that worried Jimmie. However, she had many friends in Slytherin, as well as her other brothers for a year, and she had also begun dating a young wizard her age, who was from York, by the name of Michael Corner II, a Ravenclaw, and he was the son of one of his father's operatives. His mother was Mandy Brocklehurst, another Ravenclaw, who worked at the ministry's records department. His mum and da' approved, so Jimmie wouldn't say anything unless Michael, or "Mike," as he liked to be called, hurt her.


The trio walked into the great hall, and Jimmie started looking for his parents. "Ah, there they are, up by the podium speaking with the headmistress, and there's your mum and da' as well, Goodnight. Aunt Petunia made it too," Jimmie remarked, though he thought it strange that his parents were both wearing their 1C Navy uniforms today.

Indeed, Bill and Bella were with the Potters, and they were speaking with the headmistress and his Aunt Petunia was as well. None of them were acting as if anything was wrong, though. All Jimmie could think of was that Asian that had tried to murder his mum, as it turned out that he was from one of the Chinese Triads. His father had questioned the man long into the night, his mum had written to him Sunday, but wouldn't say anything more on the subject. Jimmie knew, though, that the Triads supplied opium to the magical and muggle organized crime syndicates around the world, and they were the same people, in a circuitous fashion, that had killed Lee Jordan's wife, Alicia, who had been herding a mark toward their capture in Lisbon all those years ago. They had a sniper set up that night, who had shot her in the back. His father had made them dearly pay for that, and he would again for what was tried the other day.

"Trouble's already here, too," Lily Helen said with a snort, as she nodded at her other brothers sitting in the front row to the left. "Look, Teddy made it as well!"

When they made it to the end of the aisle, Lilly Helen broke off and made her way over to Teddy, who she hugged, and then took her seat between he and Little Harry, who she gave a shove to his shoulder pushing him into Al while saying "Hello Teddy" to her older brother, which is what she always felt for Teddy.

"Wotcher, Lily Helen," Teddy said with a smile.

"Hey!" Little Harry exclaimed over the shove, just as Al scowled, and said, "What the..." It had brought Al out of his dazed gazing into the crowd of students behind them.

Lily Helen stuck her tongue out at her brothers and broke into a laugh.

"Ya missed me," Scorp said with a smirk.

"I'll get you when you're not looking," Lily Helen said, and then primly settled herself in to wait for the ceremony to start.

"She can be a right menace when she wants, you know tha', right?" Scorp asked Al, who nodded. "Who're you lookin' for anyhow?"

Here, Scorp stretched his neck and began trying to figure out who Al was gawking at over his shoulder. Al blushed and quickly turned around.

"Ah, I see who it is," Scorp said with a chortle.

"Shhhhh, don't get Sis started," Little Harry muttered.

"Oh, I already know that Al's been making googly-eyes at Sammy," Lily Helen said, "plus, I caught them together in a broom closet the other night while out on patrol!" Lily Helen was one of the prefects after all.

Sammy was Samantha Eastwick, a fifth-year Gryffindor. Here, though, Al sighed, and hung his head, as he knew the ribbing would follow.

"Do tell, brother of mine," Little Harry said with a chortle.

"Yes, do," Scorp replied. Al was encircled, and he was only saved from more embarrassment due to their parents and Aunt Petunia finally walking over, who took their seats just down from Teddy.

"What's going on with you lot, hmmm?" Daphne asked as she squinted at all of her sons. They could get nothing past her, and she could hear Teddy chuckling at their antics. Petunia was looking at them too as if to tell them to straighten themselves up and be quick about it.

"Nothing mum!" Al said while adjusting his tie, as the rest quickly agreed while nodding their heads, though they were all holding in a laugh.

"Hello Grandchildren," Cyrus said, as he and Helen were taking their seats in the row behind them.

"Hello Granda', Granmum," Scorp, Al, and Little Harry replied, as they turned to shake their grandfather's hand, and suffer through their grandmother's smothering hug. They were now at the age that a hug embarrassed them in public if they were from their parents or grandparents.

"Granmum, Granda'," Lily Helen said, as she turned and hugged her grandparents from her seat. The young witch, who looked so much like her mother, loved the attention from her grandparents.

"Young Theodore," Cyrus said, as he shook Teddy's hand. Helen gave him a hug as well.

"Lord and Lady Greengrass," Teddy replied.

"Cyrus, Helen," Harry greeted, as he shook Cyrus' hand, and then hugged Helen, who always started to tear up when she hugged Harry.

"Mum, Da'," Daphne said, as she did the same. Next, Daphne noticed Draco and Astoria coming into the hall, as everyone started taking their seats. "Storie and Draco just made it on time," she said, as she nodded toward her sister and brother-in-law, who finally took their seats behind Scorp, and greeted everyone.

"Lord and Lady Greengrass," Petunia greeted them, as well as did Bella and Bill.

"Cyrus," Bill said, "come by the pub one afternoon, and have a drink on me."

"I might just take you up on that Bill," Cyrus said, though Helen gave him a bit of a stinkeye, which made Cyrus adjust his robes, and stare ahead as if he was completely innocent.

Before any more words could be said, Headmistress McGonagall walked up to the large gilded podium, and looked out at everyone seated, before she smiled and cleared her throat. Everyone went silent at this.

"Welcome to this year's graduation ceremony for the Hogwarts Class of 2018!" After a minute, she held up her hand to silence the applause. "What a year it's been, and it seems to have gone by without any huge kerfuffle." Here, though, she quickly glanced over at the Potters as many laughed at her words. Someone had just tried to murder Dame Daphne a couple of days before at Twilfitt and Tattings, which was why they had Aurors stationed outside. She hoped to take their minds off that since it had come out in the Prophet.

"I will start calling out everyone's names in just a moment, and then we will hear our head girl and head boy speak. After that, everyone is welcome to mingle before the students head to the carriages for the train.

"Now, if my deputy headmaster, Professor Flitwick, will ready the scrolls in order, we will start calling out the names of the students, who will then be handed their diplomas."

Next, the headmistress walked away from the podium, and unrolled a roll of parchment that was in her dress robes' pocket, which she read, and called out the first name. "Amanda Abbot!"

Amanda, who was a second cousin to Hannah Longbottom, stood, and made her way to the headmistress to collect her diploma. Once she did, everyone clapped, and she took her seat.

This went on for a while until the headmistress called out "Mary Elizabeth 'Goodnight' Gudmundsson."

The Potters and Gudmundsson's chuckled at this, as Goodnight and Jimmie had talked the headmistress into using Mary's nickname.

"I proudly present you, our head girl, with your diploma Miss Gudmundsson," Headmistress McGonagall said, "and I am personally looking forward to seeing great things from you in the future!"

"Thank you, Headmistress!" Goodnight replied, as she shook the headmistress and deputy headmaster's hands before she almost ran back to her seat, where she quickly gave Jimmie a peck on the lips after she sat down.

The next name was called, as Scorp elbowed Jimmie; wanting to get a dig in about their kiss under his breath. Jimmie and Goodnight were sitting in the two seats closest to the aisle, and in the front row on the left, where Scorp sat beside him, and then Al, Little Harry, Lily Helen, Teddy, Harry, Daphne, Petunia, Bella, and Bill to the left of him.

Finally, it was Jimmie's turn.

"James Cyrus 'Jimmie' Greengrass-Potter!"

Here, Jimmie stood and accepted his diploma with aplomb. When he sat back down beside Goodnight, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, and that started Scorp off again, causing Little Harry and Al to snigger, while Lily Helen rolled her eyes.

It actually surprised many, when Al, Little Harry, and Scorp were all sorted into Gryffindor, especially the Malfoys, but Draco thought it high time for a change, and the three represented the house of Godric Gryffindor well.

Finally, and after many other names, the headmistress called out, "Harold Winickus!" Winickus had been the beater on Slytherin's quidditch team and had already been scouted by the Appleby Arrows, whose team was located in the northwest of England at Appleby-in-Westmorland in Cumbria.

Headmistress McGonagall walked back up to the podium and cleared her throat. "Now, I call up our head girl, Miss Mary Elizabeth Gudmundsson, who has a few wise words for us all." Here, the headmistress stood back away from the podium and clapped, as Goodnight left her seat, while Jimmie was telling her that she would do fine.

Goodnight walked up to the podium and looked out over the crowded great hall, which made her blush and clear her throat.

"What a year it's been, eh?" Goodnight remarked to much applause. "We got all of our studying done, watched Slytherin win the House Cup, and took our Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests! During all this hubbub, and between my head girl duties, I even seemed to pick up a fiancé along the way!" This got more applause, hoots, chortles, and whistles causing her to laugh.

"I would like to thank my parents, this school, the school's governors, and all the professors, as well as our headmistress for the education that they've given me, and I now look forward to going out into the world and applying all that I've learned.

"To the rest of the students not graduating this year, as well as all the prefects, I look forward to seeing you on the other side. I want you all to study hard for your NEWTS, and I'll see you again someday!"

This obtained more applause and cheers, as Goodnight held up her diploma, and then made her way back to her seat. Here, Jimmie whispered something in her ear that made her blush, which occurred just as the headmistress took her place back at the podium.

"Now," Headmistress McGonagall said, as she looked fondly at the Potters, who were sitting beside Goodnight's parents, and just in front of Ron and Hermione's children that were in Gryffindor, "I give you our head boy, Mister James Cyrus Greengrass-Potter!"

Jimmie stood and made his way to the podium to much applause. He took one look at the crowd and gave them a huge grin full of white teeth. When Jimmie held up both hands and cleared his throat, the hall went silent.

"Well," Jimmie stated, "I don't know if I can rightly follow my fiancée, to be honest, and do much good, since she said everything that needs to be said." This brought several chuckles. "However, I'll give it my best Slytherin try."

Here, Jimmie looked over at his parents, smiled, and gave them a nod. "I want to thank my parents and grandparents for putting up with me before they allowed me to come here, as I reckon I was quite the handful, and, especially, when I was young.

"I, and just like my darling fiancée, want to also thank this school, the school's governors, and all the professors, as well as our headmistress for the education that they've given me. I also wish to thank the students in all the houses who've given myself and Goodnight help over the past seven years. We couldn't have done it without you!"

This caused all the Slytherin and Gryffindor students to stand up and applaud, which forced the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs to stand as well. Jimmie had found that he was quite good at doing this, and having others to follow along.

Finally, after Jimmie motioned for them all to be seated, he snapped his fingers, and a small glowing orb of white light floated above his palm. Many were still awed by how easily he could do that. Also, many remembered how he would wandlessly have his spoon to stir his tea during the mornings, as well as do other bits of wandless magic like that without even trying.

"This light represents our education, and all that our parents fought for back during the war, so don't ever let it go out."

Here, Jimmie tossed the bright orb of light high into the air, where it hovered just over the podium, and close to the enchanted ceiling.

"Fight for that, stick together no matter what, and learn magic! I want to see you all on the other side, just like my dear soon-to-be wife."

Here, Jimmie raised his diploma, where he had obtained straight Os, and made his way back to Goodnight, where he took his seat to a round of applause.

Goodnight looked up at that little orb of light and stared at it. Her, well, husband, which she might as well get used to calling him, could always do those things, and it was wondrous. She just wondered how long that conjuration would last. What she didn't know, was that it would stay within the great hall until the day of his death, and in that same spot, unmovable, and centered over the podium. No, it would stay there for a long time into the future, as both would live very long lives after that day.

The headmistress checked the time and made her way back to the podium. "You have about thirty minutes, so please mingle, and then head to the carriages. The graduates are to follow Hagrid down to the boat dock and ride the boats back across the Black Loch. I just want to say to all the graduates that I will miss you, and you have been wonderful students."

Here, all the graduates removed their caps, and flung them high into the air, as they stood, and started talking to their parents, siblings, and other students.

Harry gave Jimmie a manly one-armed hug, and then his mother smothered him with another hug, as she wiped her eyes. This was going the same with most of the graduates.

"Children," Daphne called out, "all of you, come over here."

Once all the Potters were together, along with Scorp and Teddy, Harry cast a privacy ward.

"All right," Harry said, "this is what's up. Your mother and I will be leaving by portkey just as soon as Jimmie arrives at the platform in Hogsmeade. You will all be taking a portkey back to Potter Manor." Here, Harry held his hand up to stop the complaints. "There's an operation going down, and we have to go to Gibraltar, so Teddy, your aunt and uncle, and your grandparents will be looking after you while we're gone and before your mother arrives back. Bill is side-along apparating Goodnight home as well."

"But Da', I should come too," Jimmie complained.

"No, Jim..." Harry started to deny him, but Daphne cut him off with a tug on his sleeve. Jimmie was a grown wizard now, and they'd have to start treating him like one, though she hated to do so. How all their children grew up this fast, she had no idea.

"All right, Jimmie, you can come, and then you and I will take the portkey back once your father is off. That's all that we can tell you here." Daphne could use someone with her, and her son had proven himself to be able to use defensive and offensive magic very competently, and he was as powerful as his father, if not more so.

When Little Harry, Al, Lily Helen, and Scorp started to complain, one look at the glare from Daphne quelled the protests.

"But what about Auntie Petunia?" Lily Helen wondered.

"I'm flooing back to the shop to open for a half a day, so I won't be there, dear," Petunia explained. "The headmistress was good enough to let me use her floo, and then I'll floo home this afternoon."

This relieved Lily Helen, who was still stressed from taking her OWLs. Lily enjoyed her great aunt, who really spoiled her rotten.

Here, Harry looked around and dropped the ward. "All right everyone, it's time to head out."


When the portkey opened, Jimmie found himself walking down familiar invisible steps, but it was to an alley within the port at Gibraltar, which was a place that he'd never been. The first thing that he noticed was a black van parked by the curb, which was at the end of the alley, and it had two navy personnel sitting inside. Once they walked toward the van, Jimmie noticed that there was a huge black submarine docked at the pier by the bay, and just down from several huge dry docks that had ships in them. The more he looked, he noticed that some of their DOCS officers were standing next to the sub, and they were in their tactical uniforms. However, he didn't recognize any of them, because they were all wearing glamour charms to hide their identities.

"What's goin' on here, Da'?" Jimmie asked.

"It's a sea operation, son," Harry explained, "and you know that I can't say any more than that. Ten of ours, along with a friend from the SIS and myself, will leave on that sub, and we'll be gone for about four days. I'll see you when I return."

Jimmie sighed and shook his head. "All right, Da', but come back in one piece, yea?"

Harry gave Jimmie another manly one-armed hug for the day, which Jimmie returned with a smile, and then Daphne hugged Harry tight to her, where she gave him a long goodbye kiss. Jimmie could tell that his mother was worried.

"Please, take care of yourself, Harry," Daphne said in a low voice, as she released him.

"I will," said Harry, as he quickly gave her another peck on the lips before he climbed inside the black van. Daphne and Jimmie watched it drive off, where it made its way around the dock, and then stopped by the sub. They watched Harry greet his operatives and the SIS officer before they started boarding the sub by using a gangway leading to the deck.

"You alright, Mum?" Jimmie asked as he wrapped his arm around his mother's shoulders.

"It's a black operation, Jimmie, and they're always dangerous. They set this up on the spur of the moment at MI6 yesterday, as 009 had a mission to carry out as well. The Navy is claiming that the sub will only be gone for a few days in order to test some new equipment, which is their cover.

"Your father shouldn't be leaving the sub during the operation, so let's keep our fingers crossed that he arrives back to us safe and sound.

"Also, Jimmie, there is a restaurant just over there, so let's go have lunch, and then come back here to use our return portkey afterward."

Jimmie followed his mum, as they made their way toward the other end of the alley, and across Queensway Road to the Jumper's Wheel restaurant, where they kept fresh fish on ice, and you received a very fresh meal of fish and chips from the catch. On the way out of the restaurant, Jimmie couldn't help but stop and study all the examples of knots that had been tied, which were placed into a display case hanging on the wall. He bet that there were at least a hundred knots shown behind that glass.

Jimmie had watched a sailor eating grilled Octopus with lemon & oregano, which were grilled legs, suckers, and all. He couldn't quite handle the thought of that, so he had them to bring him a shot of bourbon while his mum was in the loo before they left. He still couldn't get over the thought and felt a little squeamish, but the sailor sure did seem to enjoy them. He'd stick with the fish and chips, he thought, though he had ordered onion rings with this meal, which he thought were extra good.

What he didn't know, was that he was about to be exposed to different protein sources during his training in Florida, and if he thought that he was squeamish now, well, just wait until then. When he came back, he would be a man.


Wednesday, July 5th, 2018, at 9:00 PM CEST, and twenty-five miles off the Albanian coast in the Strait of Otranto.

An Astute-class nuclear hunter-killer submarine of Her Majesty's Royal Navy, the HMS Ambush, surfaced from the dark waters in the middle of the Adriatic in the Strait of Otranto, but only just its sail and top deck. It emerged about twenty-five miles out in the strait, which was between the heel of Italy and the westernmost point of Albania for their target, a small smuggler's port just east of the western Albanian tip, at Smuggler's Bay. Here, Abazi owned a scrap yard, which, in reality, was a large illegal drugs and potions lab. Raw opium was converted into heroin at the lab, and other drugs were warehoused there, as well as smuggled from the operation's small port into Italy.

A hatch was opened on the side of the sail, and out scurried a boatswain through the hatch opening, who was followed by ten special ops personnel dressed in all black, from their Balmoral bonnets and balaclavas to their boots. The boatswain had never seen nor heard of this group before. The oddest thing, though, which the entire crew was sworn to never reveal, was that these people were carrying brooms that were painted flat black, though Commander Potter called them a "besom," whatever in the hell that was, and the damned things flew! The crew didn't know it yet, but anyone that witnessed anything "abnormal" would be obliviated, except for the CO and SIS operative with them.

Once the ten special ops officers were airborne, and off on their mission, the boatswain closed the hatches, and the sub's commander gave the order to dive to periscope depth and stay in that position, which was held by GPS via a retractable antenna.

"Well, Commander Potter, what's next," Commander McAdams inquired. Officer O'Leary glanced at Harry as well.

"We wait until the monitors come to life," Harry explained, as he looked at his Omega Seamaster wristwatch, "and after that, they have an hour to make it back to this position, and board quickly. After that, and on the way back, we'll drop my old friend off for his mission."

After an hour, the three mirrors switched to monitoring two overhead views of the port, and another was showing a scene, it seemed, from the top of a building. The disillusioned DOCS officers had swooped down from the air on their brooms and had planted several demolition devices, which were akin to a satchel charge, though smaller, and a lot more powerful. They were held in place by a special peel-and-stick adhesive, which the officers would apply to the targets, and then quickly fly back into the air to meet up, in order to remotely trigger the stationary controller on the roof after a head count. Any guards found outside during this time were to be taken out silently, and quickly. After this, the DOCS operatives headed back toward the sub by using a small GPS device that was mounted on their broom's handles.

At that moment, everyone in the control room could hear a loud crackling coming from the mirrors, which now included sound, and it sounded much like a microphone being turned on. The sound was originating from the disillusioned control box's four N-E-S-W loudspeakers on top of the building, which the three mirrors were picking up. What was to be stated over them, next, would be followed by two songs: 'The Man Comes Around' and 'Time Has Come Today.'

"Now, Operation Abyss begins," Commander Potter said to the control room's crew, "and Hell commeth for the wicked who stare into it."

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"From we Sun Yee On - you warned - time comes!" [Said an Asian male's voice, who then laughed.]

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[Next, the first song began to play as if it was from a scratched record]:

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And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder.

One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.'

And I saw, and behold a white horse.

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[Here, an illusion of a ghostly white horse carrying the Grim Reaper was broadcast by a spying snitch, and it galloped across Abazi's compound.]

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There's a man goin' 'round takin' names,

And he decides who to free, and who to blame.

Everybody won't be treated all the same.

There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down,

When the man comes around.

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["Vhat is dat!?" The head of security shouted inside the lab. "Quickly, outside, find it!"]

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The hairs on your arm will stand up,

At the terror in each sip, and in each sup.

Will you partake of that last offered cup,

Or disappear into the potter's ground,

When the man comes around?

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[Five security guards, all wizards, and mobsters, quickly exited the building in search of the origins of the eerie music, and the ghostly apparition.]

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Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.

One hundred million angels singin'.

Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum.

Voices callin', voices cryin'.

Some are born, and some are dyin'.

It's alpha and omega's kingdom come,

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

The virgins are all trimming their wicks.

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

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["Qij, Vhere is it! I canno' locate it!" One guard shouted in a run. (Qij in Albanian is fuck)]

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Till Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom.

Then the father hen will call his chickens home.

The wise men will bow down before the throne,

And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns.

When the man comes around.

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["It comes from everywhere," Another guard shouted. "No matter where I move, it be de shkërdhat same!" (shkërdhat in Albanian is fucking or shitty.)]

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["Find it!" The head of security shouted.]

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Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.

Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.

Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.

Listen to the words long written down.

When the man comes around.

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[Two of the mobsters started slowly making their way toward the dock, and both had their MAC-10s aimed ahead of them.]

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Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.

One hundred million angels singin'.

Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum.

Voices callin', voices cryin'.

Some are born, and some are dyin'.

It's alpha and omega's kingdom come,

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

The virgins are all trimming their wicks.

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight, and penny pound.

When the man comes around.

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And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,

And I looked, and behold, a pale horse,

And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him...

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[A five-second delay of eerie silence occurred before the next song began to play.]

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Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

Cuckoo,

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

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Ohhhhhh.

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Time has come today.

Young hearts can go their way.

Can't put it off another day.

I don't care what others say.

They say we don't listen anyway.

Time has come today!

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(Hey)

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[The guards were running everywhere now while trying to locate the source of the window-jarring music, and the rampaging apparition.]

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Ohhhhh,

The rules have changed today. (Hey)

I have no place to stay. (Hey)

I'm thinking about the subway. (Hey)

My love has flown away. (Hey)

My tears have come and gone. (Hey)

Oh my Lord, I have to roam. (Hey)

I have no home! (Hey)

I have no home. (Hey)

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[Here, three of Abazi's five drug cooking chemists fled the laboratory to take cover on the gravelly shore.]

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Now the time has come! (Time)

There's no place to run! (Time)

I might get burned up by the sun. (Time)

But I had my fun. (Time)

I've been loved and put aside. (Time)

I've been crushed by the tumbling tide. (Time)

And my soul has been psychedelicized! (Time)

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[Several detection spells were used by the mobster guards, but they didn't find anything, as the spells showed the sound to be coming from all directions. The control's wards were working superbly.]

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(Time)

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Now the time has come. (Time)

There are things to realize. (Time)

Time has come today! (Time)

Time has come today! (Time)

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(Time)

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[Boom! The large, vertical, 13,200-gallon two-story diesel tank, which was located by the dock, exploded in a gigantic mushrooming fireball. Those now outside were blown off their feet, and to the ground by the shock wave.]

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(Time)

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[Boom! Boom! Boom! Thirty-seven fifty-five gallon drums of petrol exploded just down the dock.]

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(Time)

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[Boom-boom! Boom! Boom! Four smugglers' boats go up in flames.]

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(Time)

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[Boom-boom-boom! Several barrels of precursor chemicals meet the same fate.]

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(Time)

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[Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Several automobiles to their right are blown into the air, and demolished.]

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(Time)

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[Boom! Boom! The scrap shredder and highlift are destroyed in balls of flame.]

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(Time)

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[Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom! The warehouse went up next, as the metal sides were blown off, and the roof collapsed.]

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(Time)

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[Boom-boom! The office went next, along with the guard tower.]

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(Time)

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[Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom! The laboratory met its fate next, and in the same manner as the warehouse. With it rose dark black plumes of smoke. Two of the chemists were caught in the blast.]

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(Time)

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Ohhhhhhhh,

Now the time has come! (Time)

There's no place to run! (Time)

I might get burned up by the sun. (Time)

But I had my fun. (Time)

I've been loved and put aside. (Time)

I've been crushed by tumbling tide. (Time)

And my soul has been psychedelicized! (Time)

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["Dey are making fun of us!" One of the Albanians working for Abazi loudly growled out, as he shakily stood up, and took in the destruction and inferno. "Abazi vill kill us all!"]

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Now the time has come. (Time)

There are things to realize. (Time)

Time has come today! (Time)

Time has come today! (Time)

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(Time)

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[Boom! The guard house exploded in a ball of fire.]

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(Time)

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Yeah!

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[Last, the Asian that was supposedly from the Sun Yee On, spoke after another five-second delay.]

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"You warned! No more!"

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[Boom-boom! Up went the emergency generator building. The obscured loudspeakers with the timer control went silent after being obliterated in the blast, and the three mirrors blinked out at the sub.]

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The sub's Coxswain, now slack-jawed, stared at the mirror-monitors, and couldn't help himself when he muttered, "God Damn!" However, he quickly noticed his CO, Harry, and O'Leary. "Er, uh, sorry Sirs!"

The Warfare Officer muttered, "You can say that again. Scorched earth, that is, mate."

Harry snorted, and the sub's commander seemed amused, as both had watched the huge fireballs take out Abazi's drug lab, along with the complete smuggling operation. Here, Harry took a sip of the coffee that was made for him, and he thought, Heh, I at least obtained a free mug with the sub's name and number on it!

"Periscope up!" The CO said, who then began looking for any sign of enemy boats, etc, as well as Commander Potter's team. When he saw ten small red lights in the sky hovering over their location, which was their lighted wand tips, the CO retracted the periscope, and he ordered the sub to surface as before.

The ten "special ops officers" landed back on the sub's deck after it had resurfaced at the end of the hour. After they had all come back down the ladder, and after the hatches were closed, the CO ordered the sub to dive to 100 fathoms (it was about 270 fathoms deep where they were). Next, he ordered the sub to be headed back toward "The Rock," which was Gibraltar, of course.

The CO had Harry and Officer O'Leary follow him back to his quarters, but only after he had assured that Harry's DOCS officers were being accommodated for the trip back. The ten DOCS officers, who were led by Seamus, either headed to the head, or to the cafeteria before trying to catch some sleep.

"Sir Harry," Commander McAdams inquired, "where did you obtain those explosives? I've never seen those before."

"Well," Harry said with a smirk, "the C-4 explosive, itself, was of Chinese manufacture, and we made the containers and fuses out of Chinese components as well, which we purchased off the underground. If their authorities check the explosive residue, it will come back Chinese, which is exactly what we want. Samuel planted a wallet by the gate before he left as well"

Commander McAdams snorted. "Strategy of tension, then, with the Sun Yee On?"

Harry nodded with a smirk. "Got it in one. Knight to H3, and check!"

"Well," Officer O'Leary commented, "tha' put one helluva dent in the smugglin' racket for a while, didn' it?"

"I'd say it did," said the CO as he walked over to open a cabinet, where he pulled out a bottle of Macallan Fine Oak 10-Year-Old Scotch and poured the three a drink.

"Now, we drop off Officer O'Leary in Malta," Commander McAdams said, "and we head back. Cheers men!"

"Cheers!" Harry and O'Leary said, as they made their toast, and took a sip.

-=QE=-


A/N:

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