AN: Hello my loyal comrades. I am back.

*No intended copyright infringement to My Chemical Romance.

Oh and remember this is all in the past. Like I said- I'll work my way to the introduction I gave (which is happening presently.) Basically, I'll let you know if and when there is a change in the time period.

Chapter 2

"Na na na na na na na na na na na…"* Joe Hardy sang under his breath as he parked his cherry red Chevy Camaro zl1 in front of Brent and Gardner, which was a law firm. The ground floor and the reception area looked just like that of a law firm and they even employed three actual lawyers in case someone actually brought a case.

But once inside, Brent and Gardner was just a cover for the covert operations division of the Defence Intelligence in New York. As he stepped into Ops Control, the 'awesome room with the cool screens and James Bond computers', Joe had to face Colonel Judith Hansen, head of Operations.

"Hardy!" she yelled.

"Da?" he said politely.

"I said Hardy not Gordon. What is your status on the Belov case?"

"Call you that merely a case? I have been working my ass off for the past two years and-"

"Lieutenant Commander Hardy, I asked you for the status."

"Okay, look for the umpteenth time- we're good. He believes that Joseph Gordon was dishonourably discharged from the Marine Corps for um, violent behaviour and wants to get his revenge. So he trusts me, maybe more than that Elena girl, and I have been his faithful secretary and practically his right hand for the past year and a half," explained Joe. "On second thought, that's left hand. He's left-handed."

"Then why did you call for a meeting? Are you aware of the danger if anyone sees you come in here?" asked Noel Callahan, the head of Intelligence Analysts in the office and Joe Hardy's right hand man when he was not undercover.

"Look, I have been telling you when I pass on some intel, be subtle with it," said Joe.

"Desperate times call for-"

"Desperate measures, yes, I know colonel but you have to consider my situation. Every alternate time he makes a deal if his men get caught, he will be suspicious. He is suspicious. And I happen to be the only person who knows about each and every deal of his. So every time you go barging in and kill some of his men and his clientele, I want to remind you my neck is on the line here. Can you not try something else?" asked Joe.

"Like what?" asked Callahan.

"Oh I don't know. For starters, don't barge in in the middle of an exchange. Track the clients and get them later."

"And what of Belov's men, Hardy?" asked Hansen.

Joe was irritated. He lowered his voice. Anyone who'd known him would know this is a clear danger sign. "I told you I am dealing with them."

With her voice just as low and threatening, Hansen asked him back, "Then why do I see no visible change in his dealings?"

"Um, actually-" began Callahan. He really didn't like it when Hardy and Hansen began using their Batman voices. Last time both of them did that, mysteriously Hansen's house 'collapsed due to structural imbalances' and Hardy's car blew up.

"WHAT?" exploded Hansen. In the game of keeping your cool and yet imposing a threat, no one could beat Joe Hardy.

"Although there is no visible change in Belov's dealings, the underground arms exchange rates in New York and New Jersey have dropped by an effective 15 percent since Lt. Commander Hardy has been working with David Belov."

Hansen glared at both of them.

"If and when we have information about a trade, it is only logical that we take immediate action. I am not going to change the way this office works just so you can get your peaceful beauty sleep in Belov's Russian mansion, Hardy."

"Maybe you'll have to when the Pentagon hears how you lost an undercover agent when his cover was compromised because of the 'way this office works.' "

With that, Joe Hardy stormed out of Ops Control. No longer was he Joe Hardy- once again he stepped back into the shoes of Joseph Gordon and pulled on his shades and walked out of Brent and Gardner as if he was unsatisfied with a case they had handled.

As he started his car and pulled off, unknown to him, Frank Hardy watched him from behind the glass of a building opposite Brent and Gardner.

"Ah, Joseph I was just wondering where you were," said David Belov who was eating his lunch in a posh restaurant. "Have you delivered the package to Lucky?"

"I was going to tell you about that. When I went there, Lucky was dead. Two taps to the chest. Neat, I must say, whoever did it," said Joseph.

In fact, that was not what had happened. The truth was more like this:

Lucky, as he called himself, was sitting behind the cash counter at his store- an exclusive store that sold only Harry Potter merchandise. How a Harry Potter geek had ended up moonlighting as a dirty weapons trader- no one knew. But one thing that any one Tom, Dick and Harry could guess was that Lucky knew anything and everything about Harry Potter. He worshipped the series and even had a so-called wand for himself.

Joe walked into the store. "The Elder Wand," he said.

"Very well, come in," said Lucky recognizing the key word and David Belov's secretary. He opened a door behind where he sat and Joe followed. Just as he stepped into the storage room of the store, two people jumped him from either side.

Joe had expected this. Lucky was comfortably seated on a shelf ready to watch his henchmen 'beat the Patronus' out of Joseph Gordon. Even before the guy on his right could attack, Joe struck out with his elbow and hit the guy's nose. That knocked him out cold. The thug on Joe's left punched him the gut. Joe pretended to double over in pain. Overjoyed with his triumph the guy didn't even notice as Joe landed his fist square on his face. The guy retaliated and struck back. Joe too didn't hold it back- he hit the man left and right.

Seeing how his man was losing Lucky, from his seat on a shelf, began throwing Sorting Hats at Joe. After landing a few satisfying punches more, Joe held up his arms. "Whoa, wait, hold on!"

Both, Lucky and his thug stopped.

"Avada Kedavra!" said Joe, pulling out his SIG Sauer P226 and with the speed of lightning he shot Lucky twice. Still clutching his wand, Lucky slid down the shelf. The thug who was standing next to Joe was staring at him open-mouthed.

"You want one too?" asked Joe politely lifting his gun.

"N-n-no." said the guy.

"Then run. And oh remember, I was never here. Got that?"

The guy ran out screaming like a kid. Before he could leave the shop, Joe found a fake owl in cage on a shelf next to him and with perfect aim, threw it at the running guy's head. "A little amnesia would help… Rookies," he chuckled. They hadn't even searched him for weapons.

"That's okay. Not a big loss. Let's just say Lucky was some, collateral damage in the long run," said Belov.

"Yeah," mumbled Joe and sat down to eat.

Elena was there. Wretched little Elena.

"Are you sure you didn't just lose your cool and shoot him? You're pretty hotheaded you know," she said in her irritating Russian accent. Why couldn't all Russians speak decent English like Belov?

"Maybe you could give me some ice chipped off your heart."

"What makes you think I even have one?"

"How about that little ugly pink cat of yours? What do you call it? Ah, yes Marishka."

"Now, now," interrupted Belov. Elena sighed and stuck her tongue out Joe. He returned the compliment by making some rude gestures.

"You think I don't know your little secret, Joseph?" asked Elena menacingly.

AN: Tell me what you think. Oh and I have nothing against Russians.