Disclaimer: All characters, names, settings etc belong to their respective copyright holders, only much of the convoluted plot, Night Wolf and a few other things are of my own creation (but inspired from many things under copyright, which aren't mine).

Chapter 21

Up, so far up that there wasn't much else, just space, planet and the gravity field the Australian Space Core Ship Flinders began it's manoeuvre, checking and rechecking its coordinates in relation to the various telescopes pointed space wards.

In order to transmat they needed to disengage their Fidelius Charm around the ship, as a matter of course it was disengaged when they left the solar system…however when in orbit they kept it 'on', unless they needed to transfer supplies when it wasn't time convenient to land.

But when they did that all the satellites, American space shuttle paths and whatever else was worked out, so no one saw them.

"Ready to begin transmat of Night Wolf troop carriers Captain." Captain Paul Jennings nodded to his SSC officer to begin.

On the ground Jones and most of the other troops grabbed a hold of something and gritted their teeth as the wholly unpleasant experience began and the four troop carriers disappeared from the surface of the planet Earth…and a moment…or two later rematerialised with a hum of technology on board the ASCS Flinders.

Jones was dry heaving and sucking in large lungfuls of air, quite aware that yes he had cracked a few ribs, the transmat did nothing to make him feel better, no matter how many people assured him that it was safe for people.

It was after he'd breathed in a half a dozen deep breaths that he noticed all the personnel from the Flinders rushing around…he knew this would be a quick change over…that the Flinders was currently visible to everyone, if not for the expert navigating on the part of the helmsperson on board, hopefully keeping them out of the way of all prying eyes.

"Captain Jones Sir." An officer was standing by the window to his truck holding a palm sized computer.

Jones swallowed again and nodded.

"We're just about finished loading all the supplies, Night Wolf said you'd want an update of everything."

"Go ahead…"

"Sir…" Sam passed him a water bottle again, having swallowed another mouthful of water he was feeling less like he'd been attempted to be stunned 4 times in the last few hours.

"We've taken the severely injured, Captain Gillard as well…"

"How many…?"

"A total of…" He looked down at his computer. "6 officers have been moved to the medical lab…everyone else has been patched up, they've assured our medics that they're ready."

"Weapons?" Jones asked grabbing at his own S/K-1.

"I'll swap yours and your 2IC now…" Jones passed his and Sam's over he was handed back with two exactly the same weapons.

"We've replenished your stocks of ammunition for all your troops P90 and you have extra power packs for the jamming devices…although…" He trailed off, Jones stared at the officer for a moment…

"What is it Lieutenant?" Jones barked.

"We don't have any stocks of the altered grenades that you and your teams were using during the operation, all stocks are currently in play."

"Kit my teams out with standard grenades and any other weapons you've got lying around…" The Lt looked blankly for a moment, Jones sighed. "Smoke bombs, anaesthetising gas, anything…"

"Sir…I'll get to that…" He looked down at his computer once more tapping at it as he walked off.

A minute or two later Jones was starting to feel half alive.

"Standby for transmat, Standby for transmat…"

"Sir…Captain Jennings asked me to inform you…your transmat coordinates is a UNIT safe house 15 kms from your target."

"Thank you Lt…is everything…?"

"Loaded captain…"

"Transmat in 30 seconds, all personnel to safe areas…standby for wide scale transmat…"

The leiutennant nodded and walked off at a fast pace.

"Well Sam…"

"Yes sir…shallow breaths and try not to vomit on the equipment." She said with a chuckle.

In the dark early morning of a large London back lot a set of 4 large troop carriers materialised into existence, none of the troops on board lost their stomaches, which was quite an achievement having just recently passed through the transmat twice in as many minutes.

Jones chucked the carrier into gear and began making their way towards Buckingham Palace.

"Tiger to Night Wolf, Greyhound Leader are you receiving?" Jones said as he hit the radio. "Arrived successfully, travelling to target."

"Received Tiger, marines on site have orders to follow your lead…plans of Palace and initial MI5 data uploading to you now…set up jammers along lines similar to previous op. MI5 on site to provide up to minute intelligence."

"Received Night Wolf…ETA target…" He looked to Lt Parkin beside him.

"8 minutes Sir."

"ETA to target 4 minutes…" Jones said as he roughly changed gear and planted his foot down harder, the truck ploughed on through the quiet streets of London.

"Received Tiger, Night Wolf Out."

There was a police barrier acting as a perimeter around the outskirts of Buckingham Palace…there was, Jones didn't bother slowing his convoy down, there was no one patrolling it, and there wasn't anyone to stop the UNIT convoy as it drove through the barrier.

"Was that necessary…sir?" Lt Parkin asked with a smile, Jones just shrugged.

"Best speed and all that…and…oh shit…" Jones muttered as he slowed the troop carried down, he could see Buckingham Palace now…and so could anyone this close…the walls around the Palace were…glowing a swirling red.

"Oh crap…"

Jones hauled himself out of his troop carried and walked down the length of it to the others barking out orders.

"Prepare for compass assault on my word…head round…and I'll sort out…the guys here…"

There were a round of Sirs as they pulled out a few people jumped out of one truck and helped with various pieces and evened up the team numbers.

Jones turned and walked back towards the front gates of Buckingham Palace.

"Who the devil are you?"

Jones looked up at an officer, a Colonel…who looked way over his head…though still pompous enough to look down on him. Maybe it was his dirty uniform, splattered with dirt…blood and spell dust.

"UNIT." Jones said simply. "Where's Five?"

"Five? No one said…" Jones had already turned and was looking around the perimeter, his eye settled on a white panel van that had either been left deliberately or ignored by the Colonel.

"Lt Parkin!" Jones called out. "Get the jammer hooked up, wide band V broadcast…"

Sam Parkin nodded.

Jones walked calmly over to the van and wrenched the door open.

"Five?"

"Who are you?" A woman with short hair was watching a monitor along with a man.

"UNIT. Captain Jones…my CO said you'd be here, what's the situation?"

The two MI5 officers looked at each other for a moment. Jones resisted the urge to sigh.

"Do I have to shoot you and find out for myself?" Jones asked tiredly, he was still feeling the effects of the variety of hexes, curses, and various physical and psychological abuses that had been inflicted upon him…not to mention going through the transmat…twice.

"An unknown group of people some how breached Palace security at 0100, killing all security personnel with some form of shock weapon…" the man typed in a command and one of the small monitors showed a group of 6 people in dark long robes, the black and white image showed a bright coloured light erupt from a rod in two of the lead people's hands.

"When did you loose transmission?"

"How did you…?" The woman asked.

"0130…that's when the…light show began."

Jones nodded and glanced at his watch…Voldemort's death eaters had been inside for an hour, half an hour behind secure wards.

He hit the radio comms button on his chest.

"Jones to Lt Parkin, status." Jones reached up for his radio which was usually over his ear with a boom out, but he'd lost it at some point during the battle, he'd need to grab a new one from the truck…but even then, even with the jamming devices there was still going to be a lot of magic around…but if they could get some information before….

"Sir, jammers are set up, I have a go from all points…" Lt Parkin's voice filled the van.

"Good, what's the strength of the wards around the palace?"

"…" There was an audible silence, although the frequency was open, the two MI5 officers shared a look, the woman mouthing to the man 'jammers'? There was an implied question in her look to him, but his stare into her eyes silenced any questions.

"Sam?"

"Just…just a second sir...we're rigging up further comms…there's a repelling charm around the outskirts…it's been carefully laid to disrupt a lot of ground based EM sources…it's interfering with some radio traffic…standby…connecting with Sorcerers Jakob and Stanley…"

Lt Sam Parkin was standing outside the truck she had come in, with the jammer standing some distance away, cables leading from it to the truck where the extra power units were hooked together…

She was rapidly flicking through the various higher and lower frequencies whilst adjust the large flat aerial on top of the truck to gain a better than a few words link up for Captain Jones so he could be apprised of the Sorcerer's opinions…

Tom Quinn stared at the man…the man from UNIT who was in a half crouch half lean inside the oppo van.

Harry hadn't said anything about UNIT being involved…just to 'expect some company and help…'

He was just about to say something, when Zoe obviously wanted to know as well.

"I thought UNIT dealt with…crack pots pretending to be aliens…or…"

"Or 'terrorists', or 'mass and localised hysteria', 'joint hallucinations', 'archaeological curiosities' or 'weather anomalies'?" Captain Jones asked cynically. Zoe could hear the talking marks in his voice.

"Well…I…"

"How do we know you're from UNIT, you could be anyone…" Tom put forward…admittedly the…barriers were…something, but that wasn't to say that…the captain was using his radio again, Tom could hear the…it wasn't so much exhaustion…there was…he watched the Captain's hands, and his eyes, he nodded to Zoe, but she was already studying him.

His eyes were more than twitchy, his hair was matted with more than just dirt…he had several wounds all of them bar one of two untreated, and while they weren't in any critical areas were bleeding quite badly, and many other…scorch marks…but the size and diameter were so precise…and yet they weren't bullet wounds…

"Tiger to Night Wolf come in?" There was a long pause.

"Receiving Tiger. Report?"

"Successfully arrival at Palace, beginning operation…Five requesting…" Jones looked at the two officers curiously for a moment, seeing them studying his form. "Confirmation of identity…"

"Standby Tiger…Greyhound Leader will confirm with Five HQ."
"Received Night Wolf, Out." Jones leant back a bit more against the van's shelves containing various bits of equipment.

"Sam, what's the status?"

"Rigging up final comms for mission sir…so we can…"

"Good…fine…" Jones winced and looked at his right arm, it was bleeding in several places, he hadn't noticed but the two MI5 officers had.

"Do you...we've got a first aid kit…" the woman started.

Jones shook his head and started going through his upper pockets and pulled out a blue packet followed by a yellow packet of a gel and finally a clear package of liquid.

"Could I just…" He put all three down on the bench and rolled up his shirt along his arm. He spared a glance…Doctor Baker would really have to look at is when he got back, but for not there was only one wound he needed to worry about, the one that was still bleeding, and was quite large.

"Can we…" the man started.

"What's your name?" Jones asked suddenly as he grit his teeth as another wave of pain swept from his arm…obviously a spell he thought to himself.

"Zoe." The woman…Zoe said suddenly.

"Open the liquid pack…carefully…"

She eyed it and nodded, handing it to him gently.

They both watched and he became aware that his arm was shaking as he took the cleanser and poured it on and clenched his teeth, he felt it was through the wound and all around the edges…burning away the spell damage.

Tom's eyes went wide watching whatever it was slop around the wound…what was more…surprising was a the hissing noise and the smoke that wafted from the Captain's wound.

"Zoe…if you could the gel…the yellow one…" Zoe nodded quickly opening the second pack, she caught smell of it…it smelt…odd…nothing like a medical gel…more like a…a naturalist's shop, or greenhouse…no it was something more…she couldn't put her finger on it…and considering the amount of places she'd had to hide out in…

Jones slowly squirted the gell onto his arm, it was cooling, rushing into the gaps and puncture holes left by the spell…whatever it was, almost silently he whispered to himself, the words helped activate some of the finer points of the spell, they were written on the yellow package, but he'd done this enough times to know it off by heart.

Zoe strained to hear what the soldier was saying, she'd decided in her mind that he was a soldier.

She frowned…there was definitely some English in the muttered words but also…some Latin…and something else…

"Now the blue…if you please Zoe?" Jones asked, he sounded slightly less strained.

Zoe nodded. Tom noticed that instead of just dropping the empty packets he was stuffing them into his pocket.

Jones unwrapped the last package, inside was a specially designed bandage, he took it out wrapping it carefully around the spell damaged wound, sticking it and closing sealing.

Jones glanced over at the agents as something flashed on their screen, he noticed them adjust their mics and headphones.

"Harry?" The man said.

"Tom, the man you have with you is from UNIT."

"What the hell is going on here Harry…you get some information and you tell us to bug tha palace! Now this…"

"Then it is fortunate that we were…testing surveillance of the palace in case of a terrorist attack…with full Royal support."

"Except you had me and Malcolm sneak in and plant it all!" Zoe muttered.

"Full royal support Zoe." Tom reminded.

"You mean there's…"

"A spy inside the palace." Jones said simply, the two Five officers looked up at him.

"Give Captain David Jones your full support Zoe, Tom…he is from UNIT, and he and his team have far more experience with these…Terrorists than we do…"
"What do you know Harry…why weren't we…?" Tom asked slowly.

"I know as much as you do Tom…security clearances go higher than mine. The UNIT stories are only stories because people want to think they are." The line went dead.

"Connecting everyone up now Sir, standby."

"Received." Jones said as he patted over his pockets finding another bar of energy supplement with the cruciatus curse assistance in it and began to chew through it, the vague aniseed smell filled the van.

"Does liquorice really help with deep battle wounds?" Tom asked suddenly.

"No, but this isn't liquorice and that wasn't a deep battle wound…if it was, you'd be able to see the bone and I alone couldn't have stopped the bleeding."

"Captain Jones sir…" A voice followed by a second "…ain Jones Sir."
"Stanley, Jakob, what are we facing?"

"I've been working with Sorcerer Stanley sir…we're looking at a pretty powerful wards…they've been specifically designed…it's not your bog standard deflection and occlusion barrier…this was meant to be seen…it's also very resistant to physical intrusion…Lt Parkin noted that the military forces already here had tried using offensive means to gain entry."

Jones nodded, that mean they'd shot at it, tried to blow it up and probably tried ramming it. With many of the wand'rs wards and barriers they may have succeeded.

"I'm guessing they had no success."

"Negative sir. Cursory tests conclude that there's a lot of power in these barriers, they were probably after the group entered the palace." Sorcerer Stanley stated.

"So we can't eliminate who ever set these up even if they're inside."

"Negative."

"Are we getting inside?" Jones now asked.

"Yes…I think sir…" It was Jakob again. "We're going to need all of the power...including what's left in the emergency packs as well…and even then…we're not going to get a V pattern, most likely a focused jamming beam…"

"Right…standby. Sam…can you link up the directional jamming systems and control where the beam focus is from your location?"

"Yes sir…"

"I want you to standby to direct the magical jammers…in case there are any traps left by the death eaters…and if any of them escape stop them from leaving the mark…last thing London needs."

"Sir…it'll take a few minutes to link everyone's jammers up to our systems."

"Where is the relay aerial for your equipment?"

Tom and Zoe were momentarily startled after listening to the exchange.

Tom opened a map and pointed to a point to the side of the palace.

"Sam, when you have control power up the east side first, Five have some surveillance…" He grabbed at another pocket and pulled out a quite clean hand held computer and tapped a couple of keys and found something inside the van that the computer's reverse engineered communications system could interface in. "I'm linked up my comp to their systems, so you should be getting a signal."

"Yes sir…static."

"That's because the surveillance equipment is within the jamming field."

"…" It went quiet for a second and Jones smiled to himself.

"Jamming field, east powering up now…" The screens flared with life, that they were receiving a signal, but the cameras were still dead. "Redirecting to get some of their cameras and mics…" Came a pause after a moment.

One of the cameras in the hall, plus a mic came up.

Zoe hit a button sound filling the van.

"How much longer for you Polyjuice Dolohov to end?"

"Switch to the hall way…we should be able to see into the sun room." Tom said checking that everything was recording.

The picture was a little fuzzy but they could see.

"Sam hold it there…we're getting a picture up…confirmed Death Eaters."

The picture which continued to flare every so often showed 7 people in dark robes, only 5 wore white masks.

"You're the one who came early." The who…looked like a woman…Tom was sure he'd seen her walking around the Palace…she was head of staff or something.

"The Dark Lord decided that the plan would benefit if we began earlier in the night."

"So Mulciber, are you just going to keep having the guards kill each other…the least you could do is not have them pierce the neck…the last spray hit me in the eye." The voice grumbled…or stated excitedly…Tom couldn't guess which, whatever it was, was happening was just out of sight.

"What about the Royals, who's in there?"

"The Queen, and the Princes." Zoe said.

"So…best to go in now…" Jones said, and thought to himself 'and not leave England with no monarchy…or a mad one…or one under the Imperious…obviously the bloodshed was to weaken their resolve otherwise they'd have been Imperioed by now…'

"Tune your radio to...0006144000. That'll let you contact Lt Parkin." He turned to go, grabbing the slithers of the end of his medical package and stuffing them into his pocket and activated his radio as he exited the van.

"Sam, prepare for go, I'll be leading out team…I'm leaving you to liase with Five."

"Sir."

Jones walked away from Five's van towards the main gates into Buckingham Palace where his team was already waiting.

"Look here Captain, I want some answers, who the devils are you, what are you doing here what the bloody hell is going on." Jones turned and realised that it was the Colonel from the Army, he resisted for not the first time that evening to sigh…

"United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, we're here to deal with this problem." He jabbed a hand backwards to MI5's opp van. "Check with Five, they'll confirm. My teams and I are going to sort out your problem…before we need to find a new monarchy." Jones almost frowned to himself…that was slightly melodramatic, but it got the cocky slightly angry expression off the Colonel face.

"I demand you take my men with you…"

"Negative."

"Negative?"

"It means no Colonel." Jones said as he continue walking, the Colonel started to follow, Jones turned back to stare hard at him.

"Set up a perimeter around the outside of the Palace…should anyone wearing black cloaks try to leave shoot them down."

"Black…cloaks…" He said slowly.

Jones had already walked away.

"Standing by Captain, all jammers are set and primed, full power…though even with a focused beam…I'm not sure how long they'll last…even then you're going to hit patches without coverage…"

"Received…Jones to all teams, standby for go from Lt Parkin."

There were a series of confirmed signals from the three other teams' acting leaders.

Jones watched as the fuzzy red ward flexed for a moment as the dull hum of the jamming devices kicked up several notes to a whine and a curved 'hole' appeared in the barrier around 250 meters in a sort of rounded rectangle.

Jones led his team through the corridors of the palace, the lights all around them were flickering, or had exploded at some point.

There were bodies along the corridors, most of them dead, though some were just unconscious, with definite signs of the cruciatus curse.

They made eye contact with the other teams, Jones was thankful that most Palace rooms had more than one entrance, two of the teams were on the side entrances, his and what have previously been Latham's team were at either sides of the main double doors, listening.

"Well Mulciber?" The voice of the man who had been potioned to appear as a woman asked…obviously called Dolohov.

"Well what Dolohov? You ask me as though you expect something." The other voice asked annoyed.

"Have you succeeded yet?" The voice/Dolohov asked.

"You still have plenty to torture." Mulciber stated…with a hint of glee that made Jones worry for the state of the people within the room.

"Let me see…Imperio..." The word was muttered…but despite that Jones could feel the sizzle of energy…and then there was the scream of a mind and body in conflict…

"He is strong…for a muggle."

"The dark lord wants control of muggle England…now that Fudge is gone."

"Sam stand by, 1 minute, then all jammers on the sun room."

There was a swirl of static followed by a series of crackles until a voice made it through.

"…not covered…Repeat, Confirmed…Prepare for null areas not covered…"

"Jones to all teams, prepare to storm in…" He counted backwards, his watch having been blasted from his wrist at some point during the previous engagement. "40 seconds…"

Jones checked his S/K-1 and his P90. He held his S/K-1 ready as did his team and the team opposite them, while they would have set to kill and their weapons had been designed in such a way that they wouldn't be jammed by the jammers…there was the positive of using them over bullets in closed quarters fighting, a stray bullet through soft tissue of one of the death eaters could injure (or infect), or fill one of the hostages.

He and the acting commander of Latham's team kicked in the door as they felt the beams from the magical jammers re-direct to the room.

Inside the room, the death eaters had started to panic, Mulciber in particular had been in the middle of casting an Imperio of the youngest who appeared most succeptible to manipulation, but like the old woman and the other he was strong willed…for a muggle, but no muggle was strong enough to beat the might of a wizard in service of the dark lord.

It was as he was pushing through the young mudblood's mind and attempting to sow the seeds of destruction that…the spell stopped, he looked down at his wand for a moment and tried to cast a diagnostic spell…and nothing happened.

"Dolohov…what…"

And then the doors…two on the side he hadn't noticed were kicked in and a green light erupted from the muggle's…it looked like the killing curse, but they weren't saying anything…and they were mudbloods…no smarter than a house elf.

"If the dark lord can't have you as his puppet…I'll as make you mine…" Mulciber muttered and grabbed a hold of the youngest trying to strangle him. The two older males tried to move to stop him, but Dolohov had tortured them…lightly to ease their submission.

Jones moved through blasting at the Death Eaters, it seemed they some talent and a few of them had found themselves in the black spots of the room where they could use their wands.

He left his team and Latham's to deal with them, the other two were making their way through the remaining two death eaters towards where Dolohoiv and Mulciber were, Dolohov was already on the ground.

Mulciber was.

"Shit." Jones muttered to himself stuffing his S/K-1 into his holster and taking careful aim with his P90, and shot him through the head, had he tried to fire with his S/K-1 he might have hit whoever Mucliber was throttling.

Jones ran up prising Mulciber's hands off…Prince Harry…thankfully he wasn't dead, just…shaken…and coughing.

The other royals though…

"Sorcerers!" Jones shouted out across the room. Jones could have shouted for anyone really, everyone was carrying the cruciatus recovery bars, but the Sorcerers could help identify what had happened a little more precisely, than him, even through he'd had some training.

Sorcerer Jakob run over pulling out of his pocket a crystal and a set of dust in a packet in the other and glanced, touching the forehead of the Queen, Prince William and Price Charles.

He forced a cruciatus recovery bar into William and Charles's hand.

"Eat it…it will help you recover."

The he moved over to the Queen and sat her into a more comfortable position, withdrawing a clear packet from inside his vest, emptying it into his hand he then blew it gently over the unconscious monarch, it settled, some of it flying up her nose and into her mouth.

"Rest…rest and sleep…" Jones heard Jakob continue to mutter softly as the Queen's eyes moved rapidly behind her eyes.

Jakob pulled Jones away from the royals.

"How are they?"

"Better than most…you have strong monarch." He stated. "The Queen was hit with the Imperio control spell…but the torturers were obviously needing them for something, she has simply passed out…though she could have stayed that way forever…"

"And you…"

"She will awaken…in time. The others, Charles and William have both been subjected to light doses of the torture curse and the several doses of the control curse…also strong willed, they should recover…though we should not let them be treated by any doctors…any other drugs within their system will counteract their natural healing abilities…" Jakob paused for a moment. "An east facing window for the sunlight…preferable this morning's…to rebalance their bodies after this night."

"And Prince Harry."

"No pain curse…that I can tell…but as the youngest even these butchers probably wouldn't have risked it. He has had many attempts on his mind and control…he may have some personality fluctuations…" Jakob frowned for a moment. "But there shouldn't be any lasting damage…he is a strong one, determined.

Jones nodded.

"Sam all clear her, contact Night Wolf, we need a Night Wolf cleared doctor, all monarchs alive…we also need clean up teams…most of the Palace staff were killed…all death eaters down…"

There was still a lot of static, and then a crackle.

"Received. Captain, barrier appears to be dissipating…army troops attempted entry…it's still in force, but it's not taking as much power to punch a hole through…"

"Received…we'll do a check through, in case there's any more." Jones gathered up the teams leaving one on guard with the royals, the rest performing a sweep of the Palace until further teams from UNIT and Night Wolf arrived.

Harry sat with Tom and Zoe watching the footage, watching the UNIT teams run into the palace firing…weapons at the men in cloaks…the 'terrorists', that Lethbridge Stewart and he had discussed previously.

Then there was his discussion with the UNIT commander a few hours ago upon viewing everything that Zoe and Tom had recorded, then reading their reports, he'd called up a secure number and had more than a few words with the UNIT General.

Lethbridge Stewart had…some how made it to Thames House 10 minutes following their discussion with a set of papers.

A set of papers he'd signed…and been told the story…not all of it…he knew that much…but enough to do his job, he knew it wasn't all of it, Lethbridge Stewart had confirmed it when he'd asked.

Now Tom and Zoe sat in front of him, watching him as he watched the tape with them.

"Sign this." Harry passed them each a folder, it has the words 'Official Secrets Act', followed by 'Amended Articles – Security Services' written in standard type on the front.

The insides revealed nothing, and said not a lot about what would happen if they revealed…in many ways it was worse than the standard articles they signed, these revealed nothing, told nothing…which probably meant you'd disappear very quietly.

"What's this Harry?" Tom asked after he'd read through both, he hadn't signed yet.

Harry looked at Tom.

"This has something to do with…the Palace?"

"Sign them…the world is an ever changing place…and the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce feels that we can play some part in this world." Harry Pearce said slowly.

Zoe looked down at it and signed, as did Tom.

Harry then told them the story he'd been told…it wasn't the truth, not the whole truth…but then, no one told the truth, not in their world…just interpretations of the truth that suited the world they lived in…

--/

Originally all this (the assault on the palace) was a couple of paragraphs…well that's how I imagined it when I sketched the ideas down, but it sort of ballooned outwards, also this whole chapter was part of chapter 20.

Zoe and Tom are from the first couple of seasons of Spooks (aka MI:5 in the US), I included them…just because it seemed like something they'd be doing. They won't ever be playing any huge parts, but they're interesting characters within MI5 along with Harry Pearce, who may provide intelligence in the background in the future (or I may just make a mention of them).

The appearance Mulciber and Dolohov were two of the Death Eaters (one mentioned in my other story Sorcery, UNITed, Independence, Space) but neither were actually dealt with by Harry (or anyone else…I'm pretty sure anyways). So they're two more Death Eaters named and dealt with here.