All Along the Watchtower
Chapter 8- Fluorescent Adolescents
Harry groaned as he walked into the Training Centre. Everyone was there, pulled off their missions. He couldn't remember a time in his nine month tenure that he had saw every squad gathered. He wasn't looking forward to his morning training session with the Reapers. He felt like shit, that bottle of firewhiskey the night before just felt so right at the time.
Harry trudged through the Training hall past the Talons and Wolves, giving a nod to Connor and Jaden respectively before passing the Harpies. Karen and Danielle were absent as he passed so he continued with his head lowered, skilfully avoiding the eyes of the other Veela Princess as she blushed profusely, his unwanted admirer. Harry wiped his eyes wearily as he came to the Reaper area, with a groan he noticed everyone minus Ollie, who was probably at his daily tech briefing in the CIC.
Kaden and AJ were sparing in one of the training rings while Boomer was taking on Jack and Richie in the other, managing to hold his own well but falling back all too readily. Boomer was the newest Reaper, a demoted Operative who was a demolitions expert. Mark was standing off with John talking about something or other. "Morning." He murmured as he reached them.
"Bad night?" John questioned.
"Or did that girl of yours wear you out?" Mark asked with a grin.
Harry heard a shared laugh. "If the girl you're talking about is a bottle of whiskey, then yeah."
John shook his head. "I would tell you to cool it with that shit," he paused, "but it'd be like talking to a brick wall wouldn't it?"
That gained a grin, "Would be like telling a house-elf not to work!"
"I'll tell Karen that one and see what she says."
"What're you guys up to?" Harry asked, ignoring John's statement as he watched AJ's heavy red blade be parried by Kaden.
"Me and John are about to head down and drop in on the Master's class; he's got that vampire Valentine with him for practical, care to come?" Mark asked.
Harry shook his head. "Nah, I'm about to get kicked up and down the hall for being late, I'll face the music."
"Suit yourself." John replied as he and Mark went on their way.
Harry stretched a hand to the weapons rack and his sword flew from the wall. Catching the white sheath Harry pulled the slim blade out and his breath hitched as the blade's magic twisted with his own. He felt coolness spread from the blade and calm his mind. As always he checked the blade for imperfections or signs of damage. Seeing none he sheathed the blade and waited for Kaden to take notice of him.
"You're late." Kaden stated, almost reading Harry's mind.
Harry considered it a possibility; his head was cloudy the Dark Lord and even after six months of on/off training his Occlumency skill weren't outstanding. "I know." Harry said, feeling as though he was back in school, being scolded by a teacher.
"Any particular-" Kaden ducked to avoid a strong horizontal cleave and swept AJ's legs from under him sending him sprawling to the sand, flat on his back. Kaden kicked his red blade and hold his own to his cousin's throat as he looked up, "-reason?"
Harry shrugged. "Was out late last night..."
"Yeah, you and that bottle of whiskey must have had some night on the living room floor." Kaden muttered as he removed his blade.
Harry watched as Kaden stretched down and pulled AJ up.
"Nice job kid, just don't leave yourself open like that."
"I'm not a kid anymore." AJ muttered, dusting himself off and picking up his red gunblade.
Kaden laughed. "You're two years younger than me so still a kid, kid. Now do me a favour and go help Boomer with Jack and Richie."
"Sure." AJ said, knowing he was being dismissed in a polite fashion.
Kaden rounded on Harry as AJ moved out of speaking distance.
Harry rolled his eyes. "What? Going to give me a lecture about how the bottom of a bottle isn't the best way to drown my sorrows? Stop being such a fucking hypocrite, I know exactly what your vice-'"
"-get in here now!" Kaden snarled dangerously.
Harry knew Kaden rarely shouted, intimidation was more his style. Harry stepped inside the sand filled ring across from Kaden, his sword hung loosely at his side. "So you're going to teach me the error of my ways by kicking my ass?"
Kaden's eyes closed and he took a calming breath. "Forgive me if I don't appreciate it when Danielle finds you comatose on the couch and can't wake you. And your companion the bottle, smashed on the table." Kaden stepped forward until he was within a few feet of Harry. "Harry, please give this shit a rest. Paul's dead, he's not coming back and the way you're going you'll be joining him soon."
Harry's emerald eyes narrowed and his hand tightened around the leather wrapped pommel of his sword. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kaden laughed derisively. "See that cloudy feeling in your head this morning? It's the by-product of five of my little hangover cocktail last night. See when Danielle couldn't wake you; she cast some diagnostic spell, alcohol poisoning isn't a pretty thing. The potions mellowed it out and got rid of most of the alcohol in your system, you'll be fine in a day or two, but never, and I mean never do that again. Danielle stayed up all night looking after you; making sure you were okay. A bottle and a half of whiskey?" Kaden's voice changed softly, "Harry, what the fuck where you thinking mate?"
He wasn't thinking, or he didn't want to anyway. "I'm sorry."
"No you're not; even still don't tell me that. It's Danielle you should be saying sorry to." Kaden turned his back to Harry.
Harry gave a nod of understanding even though Kaden wasn't looking. Kaden had a flair for the dramatic, even in sparring. Harry unsheathed his sword and pulled it into a high guard. "Any time you're ready; boss." Harry added with a grin hoping to break the tension, Kaden did hate being called boss.
Kaden shook his head still looking away and then executed a perfect back flip, twisting in mid-air just in time for his sword to smash into Harry's blade.
Harry would usually parry the blow, but this time he caught it perfectly. Harry grinned at the surprise in Kaden's face.
"I've been practicing." He said pushing Kaden back.
Kaden spun back. "Maybe I won't hold back this time, maybe."
xxxxx
Harry collapsed against the nearest wall nearly an hour later, breathing heavily. He gladly took the cold bottle of water from Kaden and twisted it open. It was ice cold, which Harry usually detested but swallowed anyway. His affinity for fire and further foray into more advanced Elemental magic led to him hating anything too cold. When he caught his breath he spoke. "That's got to be a record."
"What is?" Kaden asked as he sank to the floor next to his friend, he wasn't as tired as Harry but could do with a break.
"I lasted an hour in the training ring with you."
"Yeah you were pissed about something so I kept going to try and work it out of you. Towards the end you were leaving yourself open to much…but we'll not get onto that, so tell me, what's up?"
"Nothing," Harry said dismissively, not wanting to think about his problems.
Kaden elbowed none too gently. "We both know this'll be easier if you just tell me, I'll find out."
Harry shook his head. "Leave it out, I can't be bothered talking about it."
Kaden snorted. "Well we've got about three hours of insufferable boredom coming up in-" He summoned his phone from his jacket before checked it. "About two hours. So spill; it'll give me something to think about before I fall asleep."
Harry gave Kaden an incredulous look. "You realize you're supposed to be the Captain? Set a good example and all that?"
Kaden shrugged taking a drink of his water. "What? With the squad of fuck-ups I've got…give me a break! Let's see; we've got Ollie our resident geek probably never had a girl in his life, Mark the sex addict, our two American rejects Jack and AJ. They just didn't get tossed to us because no one else would take them. Richie, who fuck me, has to be the most reclusive guy I've ever met, get more than two words out him and you're a shrink's wet dream. Then John the all-round dick. Boomer; the boy with a fetish for explosions. Not too bad you'd think but again we got given him, he's a fuck up and a half that the Operative Corp couldn't wait to toss back to the squads. Then there's me-"
Harry continued for him. "-arrogant; cocky, self-centred, spoiled; one of the most reclusive guys you'll ever meet despite the brash exterior, actually really intelligent but never applies himself-"
Kaden raised a hand. "You missed out the best part, there's Harry our resident nearly there alcoholic."
Harry was about to interrupt but bit his tongue.
"Who also happens to be really smart, a prodigy in most things he does actually, also happens to be the world's savoir from the Dark Wanker too. And yet he manages to let the little things in life control him."
Harry scowled.
"Such as deaths he should move past; and girlfriends he really should dump if he's getting that annoyed with her fucking questions about his life-"
"Shut up!" Harry snapped warningly, he hated it when Kaden badgered him about Cho.
"Then tell me what's annoying you, don't bottle it up like everything else!"
Harry chuckled, "Don't give me that crap you hypocrite! You still have secrets you don't think I know about!"
Kaden gave Harry a curious glance for his last comment but let it go. "By tonight we'll have your sword and then on Sunday you'll officially be one of us and then you can tell her. That is if you trust her?"
Harry snarled venomously. "What the fuck is your problem! Can I trust her? Of course I trust her, why wouldn't I?" Harry turned to him, narrowing his emerald eyes dangerously, almost daring Kaden to make an accusation.
Kaden shook his head dismissively, now wasn't the time to bring up that subject. "None at all; just curious," Kaden held his hands up. "And I've just figured I don't want to know your problems now."
"Good." Harry snapped.
Silence drew between the pair. Kaden had been swimming in well dredged water.
There were times when he could be perfectly at ease with her but one of her questions would strike a little too close to home and suspicions would flare in his mind. It was like she already knew an answer but wanted to hear if she was right or not. Or when she was late for one of their days together and came up with a quickly concocted and blatant lie to placate him. Harry just didn't want to think the girl he had grown so close too and was so dependent upon would use him in such a way. He needed her more than he would ever admit to anyone; he loved her more than he ever loved Karen, of that he was sure. It was the wild, all-consuming kind of love he only read about before. He lived for their days together and the sliver of the normal life he could have lived, in a different time or universe, a life without the Dark Lord or prophecy hanging over his head. And without his annoying best friend who asked too many questions.
Kaden by contrast just didn't want to break the ice. He and Harry actually argued more than they talked in recent months and he would rather have silence than spark his friend's increasingly fiery temper. When Kaden thought about it he had actually mellowed out a lot more since he began seeing the Academy shrink. No matter how much he hated to admit it, but the crazy bint actually helped him piece together his fractured heart. Kaden still felt the burden of his loss every day but Danielle made that easier to bear, so much so that he didn't long for the hour in a cold graveyard anymore. Well not that much.
Kaden rolled his eyes. "So you're not even going to ask?"
Harry passed him a sidelong glance, "About what?"
"About the sword I've found you, you ungrateful shit." Kaden said punching Harry's shoulder playfully.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Go ahead, humour me. Where is it?"
"Hogwarts."
Harry's face screwed up in confusion as he turned to Kaden. "And pray tell. Why would a sword you found for me be at Hogwarts?"
Kaden shrugged, "Don't ask me. The Operative I asked Master Abe to assign and track it down says it's in the Old Man's office."
"How are we supposed to get into his office?" Harry asked, barely believing Kaden's tale.
"Leave that to me. According to the Operative, the Old Man leaves the school most nights at eleven and doesn't come back for a few hours. He wasn't gone last night so will definitely be gone tonight." Kaden finished; standing and offering a hand to Harry.
"So that's what we're resorting to, stealing from a school?" Harry asked taking Kaden's offered hand.
Kaden smirked, "I much prefer to call it borrowing without asking with every intention of returning in the next fifty plus years."
Harry grinned in response. "I could live with it, but what's the point?" Harry stretched out his hand and the cool warmth of Blue Rose made was in his hand. "This is good enough for me."
Kaden in turn summoned his two swords. The blue crystalline Thunder and its silver mythril bladed compatriot Lightning glided gracefully to his hands. "You're not bonded with it magically; it wasn't meant for you. With a bonded sword, you feel the blade as an extension of your will, channelling your magic and Element comes naturally. You become faster and stronger with it as your magic intertwines fully. You can never lose it; you're forever drawn to it, even hundreds of miles away you'll feel it calling out to you once you've touched it for the first time. You can do some cool shit with them too." Kaden swung his blades in a training kata actually meant to build muscle strength at an extraordinary speed, surpassing even his natural speed.
Even with the runic enhancements Harry had added to himself, eliminating his need for glasses and sharpening his visual acuity even further, Kaden was nearly a blur. He moved with speed Harry would never have thought possible from himself. It wasn't until the tip of a certain azure crystal blade nicked his throat before he even noticed it was there. He swallowed hard, glancing down at the blade carefully. His own useless at his side, Lightning made sure of that. "I really hate you sometimes."
Kaden lowered his blades with a dramatic sigh. "Don't say that you're probably the only real friend I have. Well besides Danielle but she's different, she loves me, she has to like me."
"She does?"
"Piss off!" Kaden snapped jokingly, "We're doing this tonight, any objections."
"Nah, are we going to head down to the range?" Harry asked, really feeling like shooting something, shooting was a good way to blow off steam.
Kaden shook his head. "I was hoping for a sword session today. You can go down; the rest of the guys should be there. I'll head down and pick a fight with Connor and give his boys a show." Kaden said with a grin, he loved getting into a fight with Connor.
While Harry could easily take the title of the most advanced and powerful magic user in the Academy's Squadrons, he was nowhere near Kaden and Connor's level when it came to a sword. They were like demons and the first time Harry ever saw them fight he instantly knew why Kaden held back with him. They used everything, their feral anger, strength, infusing their swords with Element or magic, hand to hand attacks, the odd bit of wandless magic, it even gotten serious a few times. Sinking so deeply into their natural, Lycan and Vampire urges; they could easily lose control, one time being Kaden only a month previous had given Connor a scar to match his own. The one gifted to him by the Dark Lord Vayne Kruhl.
Harry nodded his head, "See you soon mate." Harry banished his sword back to the wall. The beautiful silver blade of Blue Rose fell into her sheath easily; he was still keeping her when he got his new sword. That was if he got it at all. All they had to do was sneak into the most heavily warded building in Britain. And then break into the most heavily warded office ever created and then find a sword before the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, arguably the most powerful wizard in the world, got back to catch them.
xxxxx
Harry and the Reapers arrived at the briefing room just in time. It was located on the third floor of the Academy. The second floor contained most of the classrooms where located, only practical classes were taken in the Training Centre. The Operative Centre was based in the basement complex along with the Detention Centre. The third floor was the admin floor where the all officer, Instructor and Master's offices where located; and the CIC, the Combat Information Centre was usually bustling with Techs and Admin staff, it was the Operational hub of the Squads where missions where directed and dispensed. The briefing room was just a small auditorium for the Squads, if and when a meeting was required. It was rarely used.
Harry strolled in with the rest of the Reapers except Kaden. Every squad was already there, although he noticed neither Kaden nor Connor where. Harry looked up at the Harpies and Danielle's stare. He gave the best apologetic look he could muster but she turned away. Harry sat with a sigh next to AJ and Richie, Danielle wasn't talking to him, he'd have to make an apology eventually. He was about to ask AJ what he thought about the meeting when Adam, the Master and Connor, the resident Commander walked in.
Everyone shot up immediately, saluting the pair, including Harry. The habit was long drilled over nine months; even if it did feel slightly forced. Connor acknowledged them with a curt nod whereas Adam took it in his stride and laughed it off, motioning for them to sit. Adam and Connor finished their conversation and the room quieted as their Commander took his seat at the centre of his young squad, well younger than usual, which wasn't saying much given the average age of in the room.
Adam cleared his throat. "Now that everyone is-"
In what Harry would call true Kaden style, he chose that exact moment to walk in. Unfazed Kaden walked to his seat casually as most in the room stared at him in annoyance or amusement. Even the Master had an annoying twinkle in his eye.
"Now that Captain Blackwood is finally here we can start."
Kaden shrugged in his seat, not bothered, his lateness was expected.
"I have invited you all here for an important announcement." He paused for effect. "Over the course of the next year we will be taking a more active approach to the war."
A wave of concern flooded the room. Even Harry thought they already took an active approach. It was the first time anyone had been pulled off of active duty for even a few days in more than six months, except the severely injured and if you were injured you just got on with it.
"I have received some leeway from the Ministry of Defence who have agreed to suspend our involvement in their affairs for the time being. They need to rid themselves of the Dark Lord as much as we do. Any questions so far?"
Adam motioned towards the back of the room but Harry didn't bother turning. "Sorry for interrupting sir."
Harry recognized the voice as Jaden, Captain of the Wolves.
"Not a problem Captain Wilson, all questions are appreciated." Adam said with a welcoming smile.
"Sir, even with the removal of non-magic based missions which only the Reapers have been participating. We're still over-stretched. We're constantly out on missions, against the Knights collecting new apprentices, fighting the growing number of Death Eaters or keeping the Vampire population under control and combined each are still growing. There are just more and more Death Eaters as they spread into Europe. The Vampires are well Vampires, no matter how many we kill there's always more and we're losing people, we lost nearly four last month, Tony just made it." Jaden laid a hand on his second Lieutenant's shoulder. "It takes years to train one of us but even we can't stand up to thousands of men, even untrained men, sir." He added in an afterthought, a weary look evident in his gaze.
Everyone seemed to carry that look, no matter how much they tried to shake it. Jaden was right in saying they couldn't last forever. They were fighting for their lives with enemies closing at all sides. Of all the 45 squad members in the conference room only fifteen were actually over the age of nineteen, and only twenty five were there the year before. And Harry knew if something didn't change they would fail and an Order that stood for twelve hundred years would fall. Along with them the magical world would crumble. The Aurors and Ministry failed to realize the cracked dam holding back the river. If the world weary Assassins fell the flood would be too much for them to handle.
To them it was a joke that the squads where the Assassin Training Corp, a place where one went to learn the combat skills and gin the experience needed to become a Master Assassin and finally move onto the Operative Corp where one would join with an active Master of the Order to conduct whatever business the Council desired. They all saw more action in a week than the average Operative saw in a month.
Harry spoke up, "Before you answer sir, why don't we reveal ourselves to the Magical Government?" Whispers came from all around, even his own squad but Harry held firm, keeping his gaze forward and unfaltering. He was always been a keen supporter of that idea, which Aberforth Dumbledore passed to him during training. "They could help us, from bringing in new Apprentices, to lightening the load on our squads. With all due respect sir we could be doing with the help."
Adam paused thoughtfully he waited for the whispers and nods of approval to die away. "You propose that we reveal ourselves and even the other Academies to the International Wizarding Confederation."
Harry frowned; he had nothing of the Wizarding Confederation.
"Our three Academies are spread across three continents Mr Potter, our minor cells and larger Enclaves across four. We couldn't only reveal ourselves to the Ministry of Britain and pledge service to them; we would have to do so with every Magical Ministry the world over. You know of the corruption within, the prominent positions of known Knights and Associates."
Most around the room nodded in silence.
"We can't even be sure that behind the scenes the Paradynian Order does not control one, if not more of these governments. And you of all should know the Ministry's stance on using your Element. We can't reveal ourselves to our enemies; we strike in the darkness so those in light never see. We are the balance in the world. Our lives are a sacrifice; most of us where born with a curse that makes it so." Adam straightened himself. "Before I continue I wish to say something, if you will allow?"
Most were startled by his question but everyone including Harry and the Reapers nodded or made a movement of permission.
Adam bowed slightly in response and moved away from the podium, standing tall in front of his Assassins. "I won't lie; you won't all survive this war. You will bury friends, brothers, sisters, lovers and enemies. Most of you from Elemental families know the catastrophic toll the last war took on us. I lost many; my father, my brother, two sisters, my wife and my eldest son. Not many know this but I personally fought the Dark Lord less than a month before his fall. It was then, in a fury of hatred, anger and grief that that tore my soul apart I lost control. For over an hour I fought, cutting my way through two of his inner-circle first until I faced him, but my sword Lightning was stripped from me and all my hope was lost. I was lucky; luck can be even more important than skill. I survived because of one man Andrew Blackwood. My little brother, he lost just as much as I but he kept his control. That was enough to save me even with his own falling, that day I lost my brother and gained a son. I will never regret fighting that war; I fought for my family, for sons and my beautiful daughter whom would have lost me if not for my brother's sacrifice. I gained each and every one of you. I have trained each of you, whether that was minor instruction or my advanced swordsmanship class. I remember," he smiled, "the first time you're fearless Commander walked into my class, barley able to control his Element or a sword." There were a few laughs. "Captain Wilson, always over balancing, we fixed that problem didn't we Jaden?"
By then everyone was grinning and Jaden answered. "We did sir; I can even kick your ass now!"
Again a wave of smirks, grins and laughs flowed through the room.
"We can test that theory if you'd like?"
Jaden could only grin and nod.
Adam continued. "My point is; we're a family and this is our home. The only home some of us have known." A few in the crowd, most notably John, Richie and Jaden looked more serious; "I for one, am more than willing to lay down my life for each and every one of you and this Academy, my home, our home."
This was greeted with cheers from everyone, including Harry. Even he now thought of the Academy as his home more than anywhere else. Harry knew that Kaden, Karen and Connor considered it their home as well; they had grown up living within its walls.
"Now I want you all to keep an open mind here, the plans put forward by the Elemental Council are drastic but necessary in our goals."
The four Captains and Commander gave a no; they were well informed on the matter.
"I'm sure you have all noticed the renovations underway to expand the living capacity of the Dormitory Complex." Nods all around, "These are to accommodate our five new squadrons; I will read the promotions afterward and our nine transfer squads. Seven will come from our American compatriots while the other two from our Chinese Academy."
This time it was Erica May, Captain of the Ravens spoke up. "Sir, where is the manpower to fill five new squads and officer them coming from? Surely you're not cutting us up? And our command base will be in disarray, no offence to Commander Blackwood but could he handle nineteen training squads?" The title of training was spat out with no small hint of distain. "That's s hundred and seventy one of us."
"All good questions Captain May and I'm sorry but, yes we will be taking your officers and more experienced Assassins to form the backbone of the new squads. But this is the only direction the Council can take, we have little choice. Those ascending to the rank of Captain include Allana Brown who will Captain the Aces, Karen Elizabeth Blackwood will Captain the Rogues, John Anderson will take the Vipers and finally Daniel Evan Winters will Captain the Griffins. I will take command of the Guardians along with Masters Gordon and Aubrey; they will be tasked with protecting our Academy. Those with new squadrons report to my office tomorrow about selection, from our graduate class this year. There will also be a few Operatives stepping back for a touch of experience and several Assassins from our Enclaves in Spain, Italy and Russia have made themselves available. New Captains are also allowed to take experienced members of your former or other squadrons, at the Captain's behest of course."
Adam then took a breath. "A new chain of command will also be introduced, to cope with our higher population. As Master of the Council I will take control of the Guardians and the title of Grandmaster of the Order. Under my command there will now be two Commanders and their respective squads. Under each shall be two Majors, each having control and observation of three squadrons including their own. Our Commander Connor Andrew Blackwood has agreed to take a position as First Commander. Under him shall be Majors Kaden Brian Blackwood of the Reapers and Lee Sheppard of the Blue Knights. Taking position as Second Commander will be the former Commander of our Chinese Academy Mei-Lin Chang of the Night Blades."
Mei-Lin Chang, Harry thought. That name rings a few bells.
"Her Majors will be Yoa Chen of the Dragons and Elizabeth O'Neill of the Eagles, any questions?"
None came but Harry was sure many questions would arise later. Everyone was processing the new information.
Adam nodded. "The postings for who you will be working under will be up by the end of the week, guard duty will be rotation of all base squads. New Captains are exempt for obvious reasons. Assassin ranks will also be issued for ceremonial use." Adam finished that with a smile all returned, they were proud of their history. "Our new arrivals will be scattered over the next two weeks. Only Light Recon is posted but be prepared if anything comes up. All Captains stay behind for a moment along with our new Major. Thank you for listening; dismissed."
Everyone filed out of the room, most still in shock from the day's revelations and would be few days before the next briefing to question any more. Harry was trudging from the room before Kaden stopped him and asked, "You all right mate?"
Harry smirked. "I'm fine…Major."
Kaden narrowed his eyes. "Wait for me; I'll only be a minute."
Harry nodded and waited on Kaden for five minutes and true to his word, Kaden somehow skipped out of the meeting and arrived next to Harry.
"What do you need me for mate?" Harry asked as they began walking to the lifts.
"I was going to ask you to become my Second Lieutenant since John's formally left and Richie will be taking over as First." Kaden said.
"What?" Harry processed the information carefully. "But I'm not an Assassin yet, I'm only an Apprentice!"
"You aren't the first to be promoted straight off the bat, you're not green either. Boomer agreed to take it if anything comes up first. I asked him yesterday but he says he's no leader, he'd rather I give the job to you." Kaden placed a hand on Harry's shoulder as they stopped in front of the lifts. "How about it then? You get a pay rise…" Kaden added hopefully.
"Can I think about it?" Harry asked; he wasn't sure about taking a leadership position, especially with his problems. Harry was barely sure what he was going to do once he became an Assassin, he was considering becoming an Operative. It would allow him to formalize his position as apprentice to Aberforth Dumbledore who was Master of the Special Operations Division of the Academy.
Kaden covered up his disappointment well. "Yeah sure, just don't take too long as all."
Harry walked into the open lift but Kaden didn't follow. "You not coming?"
"I figured I'd go and check out my new office. Robes tonight, we may as well scare the shit out of a few at school if we get spotted." Kaden said with a smirk.
Harry stopped the lift doors before they closed. "Will do, you do realize you had an office when you were a Captain right?"
Kaden smirked in response. "That's news to me mate."