Chapter 13
...Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong...
~Murphy's law
Mexico City
February 3rd, 2000
Near Dulceria restaurant
Harry sat on a rooftop, under the invisibility charm, awaiting a team of the Lestrange brother's elite soldiers, or the brothers themselves, a few blocks east from Dulceria restaurant. After Bella and Davin took off to Cancun, he paid off a few vagrants to sit near the alley and give his supposed location to anybody looking for it. Harry set up wards and traps right afterwards and then began his vigil on the rooftop.
Harry and Davin decided to split up in case someone showed up in Mexico City before going to Cancun. Davin was going to stay until Harry pointed out that the Lestrange brothers might send a team to both locations just in case. Riddle didn't say that the Lestranges couldn't bring extra help. Hell, both Lestrange brothers might bring a platoon with them for all they knew.
Harry took another long swig of water and reapplied a cooling charm. 'Damn hot down here', Harry thought. He also thought about abandoning this spot for another but he thought better of it because he didn't want to lose the high ground advantage. After three more hours of waiting in the hot sun, he thought about moving again. He convinced himself that if he sat across the street and dressed like one of the vagrants he had paid off, he could still sneak behind any incoming Spec Ops team.
His mind made up and his mouth cursing the sun, Harry stood up and prepared to apparate. Before he could, the door to the roof screeched open and the sounds of heavy boots approached him. Harry crouched back down and aimed his wand in their direction. He waited until he could see who was approaching. This was Harry's first assignment in such an environment and he knew that the heat had affected him. 'Never again in Mexico', he thought as three members of elite soldiers walked to the same ledge he was overlooking.
Relieved that his position wasn't blown and he wasn't hallucinating, Harry watched the three in front of him and listened for his wards to activate. He designed them to go off in quick succession after they entered the room where a transfigured body was laying. As he waited, Harry tried to quickly gain some insight to his opponents. He noticed that the two out of the three on the roof were magical. The non-magical kept whispering orders into a radio strapped around his neck. It was clear to Harry that this person was in charge. It still didn't shed any light on which brother was actually leading them.
One of the magicals with the leader cast a Homenum Revelio spell on the building they had targeted. "I don't see any human presence inside, Captain."
"Very well", the Captain replied. He looked to the other magical expecting a report.
"I can sense wards in the area that he might have put up. But none of them look dangerous. They feel more like a combination of different alarm and light altering wards."
The Captain reached up to his neck and pushed a button on the radio, "be advised, there are alarm wards in the area. I want the entry team to check the door and take them down before we enter!" After a whispered "affirmative", Harry continued to remain still.
While the second magical detected his alarm and flashbang wards, he had mistaken one of the light wards as part as an alarm one. Harry had carefully erected a ward that would siphon the light out of the alleyway. He contemplated using more advanced and deadlier defense wards but decided against it in case some civilian passed by or one of those vagrants that he had paid accidentally triggered it.
"Wards neutralized", whispered a soldier on the radio.
Harry took a deep breath and prepared himself.
"Team One set a rear guard. Team two...Breach", ordered the Captain.
Harry heard the door to the fake kidnapping site being kicked open as he jumped up and cast a cutting curse at the magical furthest from him. Harry conjured three kunai knives in his opposite hand when his curse connected with the ward breaker's jugular vein. The spurt of blood hit the Captain in the face prompting him to jump back and look in that direction.
Seeing his comrade fall, he instinctively reached out to him but was unable to catch him. The sound of of something slicing through the air and three sickening 'whacks' made him look to the other soldier with him. Before he can see what happened, the soldier fell on him and sent them both to the ground. The Captain quickly tried to push the man off of him and absentmindedly noticed the warm sticky liquid that covered his uniform.
The Captain raised his rifle towards the suspected threat location and reached for his radio. Before he could do so, Harry knocked him out with a stunning spell and tied him up. A whistling sound off in the distance started to get progressively louder. All the light in the alley seemed to be stretching toward a vortex in the ground. To Harry, it looked like the light was being washed down a nonexistent drain. Even the light from his flashbang wards inside the building were being whisked away.
Harry canceled his disillusion spell and took out hiskusarigama and pressed a button to unlatch the blade. He jumped onto the ledge and looked at the "elite" team's rear guard which consisted of five soldiers and one magical. While the non-magicals were ogling the vortex, the wizard with them waved his wand desperately trying to dispel the ward.
Harry took advantage of the distraction and decided to go 'fishing'. He counted the chain links that were attached to his kusarigama to gain the proper distance. Then he started to twirl the chain. He swung it a few times before thrusting it below him. The blade pierced the soft flesh under an unsuspecting soldier's chin as Harry 'reeled in his catch'. Harry quickly pulled the man up and over the edge before ripping his weapon free and tossing the body next to the Captain.
Stepping back onto the ledge, Harry cast a silencing spell on his shoes and jumped into the alley. He cast an Arresto Momentum charm on himself to slow the final few feet of his fall. He landed lightly behind the next solider and reversed the position of the kusarigama to have the handle point up. Harry plunged the curved blade into the soldier's back hard enough for it to come out of his chest by five inches.
Harry kicked the dying man while simultaneously using wandless magic with his left hand to guide the chain around the next soldier's neck to jerk him back. The two soldiers collided and fell to the ground with the kusarigama blade penetrating both men. The assassin wasted no time and cut the throat of the next man before the other two hit the ground. Finally noticing that something was amiss, the wizard turned to look behind him. His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped when he seen the soldier behind him, his friend for the past three years, fall to the ground without his head. A quick look at his other comrades shown them either dead or dying behind him. Before he could raise his wand in defense, a Reducto spell slammed into his chest that shredded his lungs and launched him further down the alley to die.
Harry looked into the doorway of the room he used as the kidnapping site. 'The entry team must have found the body by now', he thought. He canceled the light siphoning ward to allow sunlight back into the alley. He quickly ran to the nearby dumpster and grabbed the two Molotov cocktails that he stashed. Harry waited by the door and listened for the entry team to return.
Instead of the whole team, a single soldier hollered out from inside the building. "Hey, are you guys receiving? I don't think the radios are working in here!"
"10-4", Harry responded in a gruff voice. When the soldier accepted the response and walked away, Harry had to stop himself from laughing. 'These assholes are about as professional as a Walmart greeter during Black Friday!'
Silently, Harry entered the building and followed the lone soldier. It was a short walk down a dark corridor to the team's location. "They are having comms problems", the soldier told the others. Harry slid up to the door the decoy body was in and lit the wicks of the cocktails. A quick look in the room gave Harry all the incentive he needed to toss both fire bombs. Harry heard two distinct 'clinks' before a shattering sound and a whoosh of flame.
Apparently, the first bottle smacked the wizard in the head before lighting him on fire. The second bottle went wide and shattered on the far wall away from the group. Knowing that he missed, Harry quickly used his wand to conjure black smoke to cloud the room. He had to duck and retreat when two soldiers fired their rifles at the doorway.
Harry made sure the smoke he conjured was thick and as black as tar before he set the rest of the rooms on fire. Anybody running after him would unsuspectingly barge into a wall of angry flames.
Not waiting around to confirm his rising death toll, Harry apparated back onto the roof and grabbed the Captain he had stunned. After reviving the man, Harry delved deep into the Captain's memories with legilimency. He watched several memories that contained the Captain's current mission as well as his division's whereabouts along with other random information.
Harry's stomach dropped when he learned that both Lestrange brothers would be going to Cancun with another squad of soldiers as back up. The assassin pulled out of the Captain's mind and reached for his cell phone repeating, 'shit shit shit', in his head.
Harry repeated the same phrase out loud when he realized that his cell phone battery was dead!
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Thirty minutes later, Harry was standing in the Mexican equivalent of the Magical Transportation Department. In the International portkey office, he exchanged his return portkey to Canada for one that would take him to Cancun.
When he was thrown out of the portkey ride, the most notable difference was definitely the cool sea air. The other was the loud engine sounds thundering overhead. The portkey landed him in a small field south of the Aeropuerto Internacional de Cancun. Harry would have went back to the portkey office to kill the attendant for selling a cheap portkey but luckily for him, there were several taxis waiting that could take him to the Rivieria Cancun Golf and Resorts to warn Bella and Davin.
A short drive later (so short in fact that Harry probably could have walked the distance) he was standing in front of the hotel. Harry quickly paid the small fare and calmly walked into the lobby, or at least he thought he projected a calm demeanor. Inside he was frantic as hell!
And rightfully so since the place was crawling with police and paramedics. Harry slowly walked down the corridor that Davin and Bella were supposed to be staying. Harry overheard a few comments by lingering guests and it didn't help his anxiety. He was in the middle of a silent plea to the Maker when he was stopped dead in his tracks. The hallway was blocked off with crime scene tape, blood covered the walls, and several bodies littered the floor.
Harry recognized the uniform the dead men wore as that of Riddle's 'so called' elite soldier. He watched investigators examine the bodies and take pictures and seen several go into a nearby hotel room. The same room that his friends were supposed to be in. Harry's fears started to work in overtime as every possible scenario played out in his head. He had to get into that room! He had to see it for himself!
The young assassin turned around and walked to a nearby hotel room. Harry subtly waved his hand at the door knob and cast an Alohomora spell to unlock it. Harry walked in and stood slightly inside the threshold and cast the Disillusion spell on himself. He quickly walked back out and allowed the hotel room door to close as if he had actually went inside.
Ducking under the crime scene tape, he quietly made his way to Davin's room. Harry squeezed his way past an investigator taking another photograph of a soldier missing his right arm before peering inside the doorway. Quick as can be, Harry moved into the room and posted himself in the corner of the sitting room. Blood, pieces of flesh, and bullet holes covered the cream colored walls like it was pulled out of a horror movie. A dead soldier was precariously hanging from the back edge of the couch with his arms dangling and blood pooling below him.
The another poor soul looked like he would need to be scraped from the floor and part of the wall with a spatula. Harry looked to the floor and followed drag marks in the blood made by somebody's legs. He turned to go down the hall and check when one of the investigators began talking.
"We know that the hotel guests for this room are missing. And I'm sure we are missing at least one more body!"
"What these aren't enough for you", asked the another.
"The bedroom is a mess and those drag marks lead to it...but there is nothing there. Not even blood. This whole thing doesn't make any sense. The damn witness statement doesn't make any sense either. And how the hell does all the electrical equipment get fried in four separate hotel rooms without popping the circuit breaker?"
Harry knew why the power was out. Magic kills all things electrical unless it is shielded with extra thick coating on the wires and specially made cases for it. The one thing Tom Riddle did that Harry begrudgingly gave him credit for was making muggle tech available to the magical population.
The baffled investigator huffed in annoyance after another look around. "Where is the witness again? Maybe his story will change if I tell him he is full of shit!"
"We let him go back to his hotel room two doors down on the right", the other replied.
When the lead investigator walked out, Harry matched him step for step back into the corridor and to the witness's hotel room. Three knocks and a short wait later, all three were standing inside the kitchen area. Harry listened as the investigator tried his 'bad cop' routine to get more information out of the poor guy.
"I already told you a hundred times! I was watching TV when I heard the gunshots. Then all the lights blew out along with the TV, the refrigerator, and my cell phone. I opened the door to get a peek and seen a blonde guy stabbing the military looking guys in the hallway. A woman screamed and he ran into the room. Then some tall muscular guy appears out of thin air and walks in the room behind them. I heard more screaming, flashing lights, and then nothing. I watched the door and nobody came out. I was going to check when I heard two more loud pops. I thought it was more gunfire so I ran back inside and closed my door."
"So a guy came out of thin air? Is that some sort of expression? Maybe you didn't see him at first", the investigator asked.
"No no no! I'm telling you, the man just appeared! Like he materialized right in the hallway! I know it sounds crazy but it's the truth!"
Harry took in and processed the man's testimony and figured out what happened. The Lestrange brothers were disillusioned and caught Davin and Bella by surprise. Something the witness said gave Harry hope in finding his friends though. After the fight, the man heard 'two loud pops'. The sound apparition travel makes when you disappear and reappear; at least for the normal magical person. Harry, and Davin to a certain extent, can apparate with barely any audible sound.
The good news was that Harry could track apparition travel like the Aurors did to him when they almost found Dumbledore's hideout near Thatcher's Lane. So he silently regained entry to Davin's room, stood in the same corner, and felt the permeating magic around him. All manner of spells assaulted his senses. He sifted through them all and felt the magic pull to another area far away. 'That's it', he said triumphantly.
Harry focused on the pull of the magical spell before he centered himself and apparated without making a sound. Normally, apparition felt like being sucked through a straw with a single defining destination. Tracking apparition felt very different. The straw sucking feeling didn't change, but the feeling of bouncing off the walls inside the straw was new. He had to focus on the magic instead of the destination which made the ride a little rough. Which resulted in Harry losing his concentration near the end of the ride.
He materialized ten feet above the ocean with a slight pop and a sudden drop. He swam back to the surface gagging and trying to tread the water but his clothes were resisting his efforts. He looked around and seen the shoreline about fifty feet ahead of him. He started to swim and use the tide to his advantage to reach the shore. He would have apparated again but he wanted to remain as silent as possible.
Harry was still invisible when he crawled out of the ocean and up the sand dunes. He peered over the edge and seen a line of small run down beach shacks along the shoreline. They appeared to be abandoned so Harry stood and looked around. He didn't see anything but the impending sunset. He knew he followed the apparition point close to the destination point so somebody has to be around.
Harry silently walked around the beach shacks for thirty minutes trying to find some form of life or tracks. Frustrated, Harry recalled the information he pulled from the Captain's mind and determined he was in La Bajada, Cuba. The soldier knew that the rendezvous point was going to be here and they would all meet back at the base, but the Captain had never been to it. So Harry would have to find it on his own.
He walked south until he came upon a road that took him inland. He followed it for about a mile to an intersection with a couple of other buildings. He was about to check them out when he heard a faint 'whooping' sound in the air. Harry heard it getting closer and pegged it as a helicopter; and not the small kind judging from the noise.
Harry took out his wand and levitated himself above the treeline to get a better look. He seen three Mi-26 transport helicopters in a triangle formation heading North. Intrigued, Harry flew after them; without the black smoke since he wanted to remain invisible. Harry couldn't tell where they were flying to but they were definitely military. It wasn't long before the Russian-made helicopters vanished from sight and sound.
While such an event would scare a muggle to piss themselves, Harry knew better. Those military transport helicopters passed through magical wards. Only one country in the world has the technology to allow muggle equipment to harmlessly pass through that much magic: Britain. Which means that Harry had found one of Riddle's military bases, the one the Captain from Mexico City didn't know the location of.
Harry smoothly landed a few feet from where he could feel the wards. He gently tested them with his magic to determine their purpose. Other than a weak intruder alarm, anti portkey and apparition wards, he learned that the another ward acted like a two way mirror. Where they could hear and see everything inside but the people outside would be clueless. 'Pretty damn ingenious', Harry thought. 'I'll have learn that one.'
Harry canceled his disillusion spell and crawled on all fours through the shrubs and passed the wards. He didn't want to take the wards down because he didn't know what was behind them. He hoped that when someone came to investigate why the ward was breached, they would think that it was a small animal.
Harry's eyes had to instantly adjust to the brightness. He rolled behind another shrub and prayed that a spot light didn't catch him; which would have if he had been a second to late. Harry quickly reapplied his disillusion spell and flattened himself into the ground. Three spotlights converged on his area looking for a threat. A few seconds later, Harry could make out the sounds of people running. Inching as slowly as he dared, the assassin moved farther to the left just as a squad of soldiers showed up.
"Negative contact. I don't see anything", said one man. "Jones, cast it!"
Soldier Jones nodded his head and drew his wand. "Homenum Revelio."
'There had to be a fucking wizard in the group', Harry said sarcastically. He pointed his wand at Jones and whispered, "Imperio."
If Jones had any mind magic training, Harry couldn't tell. The assassin instantly took over the soldier's mind without any trouble whatsoever. 'Nothing there. It could have been an animal', Harry commanded him to say.
Jones repeated the phrase back to his superior and stowed his wand.
"Are you serious! Another one? I thought they cleared all the larger animals from this place?" The leader pulled out a radio and reported back their findings. Harry followed them when the spotlights went out and the soldiers started walking back to the base. He quickly cast several charms to keep his movements hidden.
The reactionary squad moved through an area clear of shrubs and debris before coming to a small minefield. Harry followed their footsteps exactly in fear of being blown up. When he passed the gates to the base, Harry levitated himself atop one of the many concrete sentry towers to get a good idea on the layout of the base. What he found surprised the hell out of him.
It was a veritable city set up in military fashion. The base had to be at least four miles long and double the width. Makeshift street lights illuminated almost every square inch of the facility. Bunkers, sentry posts, and concertina wire formed the perimeter as far as Harry could see.
On the west side, rows of military jets were lined up near an airfield with what seemed like a hundred attack helicopters. The Mi-26 transport helicopters were further down unloading more soldiers who walked to one of the three big aircraft hangers.
The middle area of the base houses hundreds of armored vehicles, tanks, and various transport trucks. It reminded Harry of a car dealership, only with military vehicles and no sleazy salesmen. Several of them were inside hangers that Harry made out to be mechanic shops.
To the east, Harry seen several large buildings that were shaped like a capital 'I' and were four stories tall. 'Troop barracks', Harry thought. He watched military soldiers walk all about the area. Most in formation, others leisurely strolling to their destination building. Signs were posted in front of each building to display who and what was housed there. A parade deck sat between what appeared to be the leadership barracks and the enlisted barracks based on the difference in luxury that Harry could see.
The place was just too big to search without getting more information. He didn't want the entire base coming down on him. He didn't have time to go back to Canada to get help. This mission was supposed to be a simple snag and grab; not a rescue mission. Harry tried to think of a plan. 'First things first, I have to find out for sure if they were brought here. Then I have to find where they are being held. Then I have to sneak off a base with over five thousand soldiers and kill the Lestrange brothers on top of that... Easy, peezy, lemon squeezy!'
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Someone was screaming through a pipe, or least it sounded like it. Ambient sounds started rising in volume as Davin slowly became aware. Past memories of being tortured by the monk assassin O'Connor raced through his mind as he slowly regained consciousness. His brain only processed the fact that his body hurt terribly and that he was restrained to a metal chair. He slowly shook his head to get rid of the cobwebs, 'that voice doesn't sound like O'Connor', he thought.
Ever so slowly, his hearing started to get better. Davin desperately searched his mind trying to find out how he came to be in this predicament. He remembered being in a hotel room waiting for somebody to show up. 'But who? Harry?'
'No, no, no. That's not right. Where was the hotel anyway?'
Davin remembered the cream colored walls of a lavish hotel room. He remembered the constant cool breeze tempering the hot sun. He recalled the light colored curtains blowing in wind. The ocean breeze!
Suddenly the fog lifted and his recollection hit him like a physical blow. He was on a beach with...with... Bella! They were fighting Rodolphus Lestrange when his brother, Rebastan, caught them off guard.
Davin opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. A typical stone cell with metal bars, no bunk, and a small hole in the floor for using the bathroom. The place reeked of despair. The dimly lit cell only enhanced the ambiance of the room instead of actually illuminating it.
Davin started testing the restraints that secured him to the metal chair. The adhesive from the duct tape bit at his skin with each twist of his wrist. His hands were pointed outward to prevent him from escaping with wandless magic. It made his forearms and wrists hurt so much more. Davin quit after a minute when nothing budged, not even the chair.
A female's piercing scream echoed throughout his cell and the small hallway beyond the cell door. HIS female's piercing scream! "BELLA", Davin tried screamed internally. Panic captured his heart. He pulled with all his might at his restraints; not caring that his arms started to bleed. He didn't feel anything. His only concern was to get to her.
He was so caught up in trying to escape that he didn't notice his cell door open.
"Hello sunshine", Rodolphus said.
Davin stopped and looked at his captor with enough hate to make the devil quiver. Rodolphus, confident in his total control of Davin, walked to him and punched him in his cheek.
"Oooooh that felt good! Didn't that feel good", Rodolphus asked smiling. He grabbed Davin by his hair and forced his head back. "You got sooooo much more coming you son of a bitch! We owe you!" Rodolphus clenched his fist and punched Davin in the jaw again.
Some time later, Rebastan walked in and found the young assassin half conscious and covered in blood. Davin's left eye had swollen shut, his nose was broken, and blood covered his face. "Save some for me brother. We don't want to kill him on the first day!"
After delivering one more blow, Rodolphus turned to his brother and asked, "Did Mexico city show up yet"; referring to the squad that Harry had killed.
"Nope. They're not answering radio traffic or cell phones either. I've sent three more teams to check for bodies. Which means this little prick", Rebastan stopped speaking to smack Davin upside his head, "has help."
"Has Bella said anything about it?"
"Stupid bitch", Rebastan muttered. "Not a damn word. You know, I don't fucking get it! How the hell does she pass up on us for this piece of pixie shit?" Rebastan smacked Davin again before grabbing his hair roughly. "I mean...just look at the wanker. More scars than I can count. Ugly as sin too!"
"Well... let's ask her? We'll take the lovebird for a visit."
Rebastan smiled, "while that would be fun...I have something better in mind." He let go of Davin's hair and started to pace the cell. "Since this bastard caused such a ruckus in London and has people fearing for their safety...how about a military execution in front of the entire division?"
Rodolphus thought it over for a minute, "it would give Tom something to boost moral over there. Hell, I'm sure the troops would enjoy a good thrashing too. What about Bella?"
Again Rebastan smiled, "well", he drawled. "She is a traitor. I say...and stop me if I'm going to far, but we should show her exactly what she passed up when we were in Dubai. Then we get her to liquidate all her shit to our accounts before we kill her."
Rodolphus smiled with the lust for Bella's body and her money. Before he could give his consent, Davin started thrashing more violently than before in an attempt to reach the Lestrange brothers.
Rebastan laughed and grabbed his cell phone, "Hey Colonel it's Rebastan. Make a PA announcement. I want a mandatory formation on the parade deck in ten minutes! We're going to give our guests a proper send off."
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"Roger that sir", Colonel Ericson said without any emotion.
"That's a good boy", Harry whispered. "Sit down", Harry commanded.
Colonel Ericson did as he was instructed with perfect obedience. 'The Imperious curse is a wonderful tool', Harry thought. "How long before they get to the parade deck?"
"Ten minutes," the Colonel said.
Harry tried to think of a plan quickly. Without a doubt, Harry was going to rescue Bella and Davin. However, the opportunity to dispatch a shit ton of Riddle's soldiers, who will be clustered together, would be hard to pass up. Harry really wanted to accomplish both objectives. The problem is the extraction point. The parade deck is about halfway inside the base; that's a lot of ground to cover under fire.
Harry moved to the front of the Colonel and stared deep into his glassed-over eyes. "Make Rebastan's announcement. Then, you will open every door or gate that leads out of the base. After that, run three laps around the airfield...without your clothes!"
Smiling, Harry left the Control Tower to make his way near the parade deck. He could have done without making the Colonel run a few naked miles, but if it distracted the soldiers on the airfield for a little bit, then it was better for him. Utilizing his training, Harry melted with the few shadows that he could. Lights lined the walkways, street lamps illuminated the road, and now that the mandatory formation had been called, every interior building light killed the remaining shadows.
Harry jumped back into an alley when a stream of soldiers rolled out of a nearby barracks. More than half of them were still dressing while running to the parade deck. Harry kept close to the wall and eased his way to the side door. He was about to peek in when the sound of running boots echoed from inside.
"Hurry the hell up Parker, We're already late", hollered a soldier running out the door.
"I know", Parker said from inside the doorway. Harry waited an agonizing thirty seconds before Parker finally ran out the building still trying to put on his boots. He continued down the side of the wall, crossed a small grassy area, and easily slipped past the next barracks. Harry moved around to the front of a third one and came upon the main road that led to the brig.
'Four minutes', Harry said to himself. The military jail was just across the street. A single story, nondescript building that displayed bars inside the windows, which was the only detail setting it apart from some of the other buildings. One main entryway and a small garage sat on the end as a vehicle sallyport to bring in new prisoners.
He looked at the area and guessed the possible transport route and started to plan his ambush. He knew they would walk Davin and Bella to the parade deck, it was just down the block. He also figured that at least two squads of soldiers would assist Rebastan with the prisoner escort.
Harry ran fifty feet towards the parade deck and pointed his wand at the road and sidewalk. He cast the same ward they use for their medical field tent that makes a person think they were flipped upside down. It stretched from one side of the road to the other. Then, in the same spot, he transfigured the road and sidewalk into quick sand.
Harry ran to several of the window sills and placed eight transfigured kunai knives on several of them to use as a makeshift claymore. He ran back across the street, cast a disillusion spell on himself, wandlessly summoned and transfigured three more kunai knives from his bracelet, and waited. 'Any second now', he thought.
The hidden assassin didn't have to wait long. Just like Colonel Ericson said, at the ten minute mark, one squad of Spec Ops soldiers opened the main entry door and fanned out in a column formation. Rebastan and Rodolphus followed behind them with the prisoners and another squad brought up their rear.
Bella was twisting and jerking her arms out of Rodolphus' grip to no avail. Davin was drunkenly walking in front of her. Rebastan was laughing and smacking Davin in the back of the head so he would fall. Bella screamed her rage and tried to kick at Rebastan but his brother reined her in.
The soldiers fanned out to fill the sidewalk and the streets with their weapons pointed in all directions. Harry had to hold himself back when a street light shined on Davin's bloodied face. 'These fuckers are going to pay', Harry thought. Harry watched the first squad pass by the blast line for his 'throwing knife claymore'. They kept moving forward while Rebastan held up the second squad when he tried to pull Davin to his feet.
Harry's eyes were bouncing between the second squad near the blast line and the first squad nearing his 'vertigo sandbox' trap. He would've sprung the trap ages ago, but Davin and Bella were in the kill zone. Rebastan looked like he was relishing Davin's treatment too much to want to be punctual.
'Gotta improvise!'
Davin was still on all fours while Bella was barely being restrained by Rodolphus. Harry raised his wand and tripped Bella, sending her flat on her back. Then he reached back with his right arm and threw the kunai knives he had transfigured at Rebastan. They sunk deep into the left side of his neck, shoulder, and chest creating a blood mist that splattered all over Rodolphus.
Without missing a beat, Harry used his wand and summoned the kunai knives on the window sill. The eight members of the second squad were overcome with what sounded like one hundred dry rotted sheets tearing apart. Black, razor sharp kunai knives savagely tore into them and killed all but one man instantly. Harry send a quick cutting curse at the survivors neck before spinning to face the first squad. He gathered the magic around him and pushed them all into his sand box trap. 'Worked out better than I thought it would', Harry thought.
The feeling of being upside down made the soldiers squirm as the sand box began eating their legs. Before they knew it, the sand swallowed them whole. Their dying screams finally woke Rodolphus from his stupor.
His brother's death hit him hard, he couldn't stop staring at Rebastan lying in front of him bleeding out. He wiped the blood from his face and drew his pistol. He pointed it at Davin, who was lying on his back unconscious. Rodolphus' brain sent the signal to his hand to pull the trigger, but nothing happened. He looked to his weapon thinking it was a misfire or perhaps an in-battery malfunction. But his weapon wasn't there and neither was his hand.
After Harry cut it off, he summoned an overhead telephone wire. He transfigured it into sharp barbed wire and sent it to Rodolphus. The deadly wire moved like a snake. It slithered to the shell shocked man before viciously wrapping around his neck. It continued moving as Rodolphus started to wiggle away and attempt to free himself from it. Blood poured down his clothes in spurts as the wire climbed a light pole and drug Rodolphus with it.
Rodolphus' movements became weaker by the second. By the time the cursed wire had lynched him, he was already dead.
Harry ran to his friends. Bella was leaning over top of her dazed lover trying to get him to get on his feet. Harry ran to them and helped pull Davin up and steady him. His face looked a mess. His right eye was swollen shut, teeth were missing, and his nose was broken and bleeding. But his spirit was soaring! 'How are ya Harry', he weakly said through legilimency.
"Other than a healthy case of Mexican swamp ass, I'm good", Harry with a straight face before laughing.
The two assassins chuckled before Bella brought them back from their special type of levity. "Boys! Don't you think it's about time we leave?"
"Ummmm", Harry said scratching the back of his head, "the thing is...", Harry paused trying to come up with an excuse, "I...really...didn't..."
Bella gave Harry a death glare as his voice dropped lower and lower, "plan an exit strategy", she finished.
"Sounds about right", Harry mumbled. "Not a complete exit really. I was still working on that."
Bella harrumphed and grabbed a rifle, "Do you at least know where we are, we can't be that far from Cancun since they apparated us here?"
"Cuba", Harry said confidently.
Bella looked at Harry and shook her head in disapproval, "I thought you assassins were professional? Swift, silent, plan, plan, plan, execute, escape."
Both Harry and Davin smiled slightly, "well...here recently, we've just been winging it," Harry laughed.
"Been working so far," Davin chuckled before collapsing again. Bella and Harry rushed to catch him. Harry started casting a few healing charms and fixed the worst of Davin's wounds.
"They worked him over pretty good", Harry said. "You need to get him out of here. Just about the whole base is on the parade deck down the road. Steal a vehicle, get past the wards, and meet me back at that restaurant in Mexico City."
"...and what will you be doing?"
"I'm going to make a distraction."
"...and how will you be doing that?"
Harry smiled brightly, "you know...I'll just wing it!"
Bellatrix would have smacked Harry if he hadn't vanished. "Wanker could've helped me get Davin to a vehicle first", she muttered. Bella picked her rifle back up and used her limited wandless magical ability to levitate Davin. While she moved down the road to find some type of transportation, Harry climbed one of the four story tall buildings that housed Riddle's troops. He overlooked the parade deck in awe. He had never seen so many people gathered in one spot.
Rows upon, seemingly, endless rows of soldiers stood at attention awaiting their commander's orders. They poured over the parade deck, past the street, and into a grassy area between the other barracks and the sidewalk. All clustered together in a tight, uncomfortable formation.
Harry closed his eyes and focused his magic on his intent. The spell he intended to cast was already difficult, especially to control. 'A sea of soldiers deserves a monster to swim within them'. Harry gave himself over to his magic, he bent his knees, gripped his wand and pointed below him. Harry slowly pulled his wand back, the weight of the magic pulling against him as if in protest. The soldiers on the ground broke discipline and looked around when the ground shook slightly. They became concerned when their feet started getting hotter by the second.
With a final tug, Harry unleashed his Fiendfyre spell. A fifty foot long sea monster burst out of the ground like whale jumping out of the ocean. Dozens of soldiers were instantly set ablaze and flung into the air like water droplets. The monster crashed back into the ocean of soldiers, burning them all, before disappearing under the concrete.
The monster 'swam' along the outer edges leaving the screams of burning men and women in it's wake. Harry guided the beast within the tightly packed formation of soldiers. He ignored the heat and the smell of burning flesh. Spells and gunfire erupted in an attempt to stop the unholy beast but they all failed. It was unstoppable.
When Harry thought that all the soldiers were dead, he commanded the fiery sea monster to the armored vehicles. Within moments, the ground where the armored division was parked was nothing but molten metal. Then it moved on to eat the aircraft. When Harry felt like he couldn't contain the monstrosity anymore, he forced it back to where it came before dropping to the ground exhausted.
Harry took a few deeps breaths and thought of one last task before leaving the base. 'Easy, peezy...'