"One, two, three...fifty-one, fifty-two...one hundred... one, two..."

He'd gotten into the rhythm of doing push-ups when he is trying to think. Other people sit, others pace, or even sleep on it, but push-ups got him think. With his blood flowing and arms aching he was in deep thought. Where to go next? That was his main dilemma. After ten years of his life doing the same thing, from an early age of eleven to his now twenty one years of age he felt like he wanted something different. It's not like his life until now was anything but boring, it wasn't. He just needed a change of pace or scenery. He didn't know which. All he knew was he'd stepped away from his previous position so now he was on his own. Well not fully. He'd keep his licenses, International Hit-Wizards, International Apparition, and International Spec-Ops of ICW. He'd be able to go anywhere in the world but where to first was the question.

Stopping and sitting up, grabbing his canteen of water he drank it dry. Breathing heavy, he smiled.

'England'

Why England? He really didn't know. Last time he'd read anything of intelligence from the current affairs in Britain was the previously dead Dark Lord had used a ritual to gain a fully functioning body and was reclaiming his former allies to begin whatever his goals were before his death. He shook his head. It wouldn't be the first Dark Witch or Wizard that he'd face or heard of before. His previous position always deployed him into those situations internationally. It was his expertise you would say.

Standing up he waved his right hand and watched as all his belongings folded up neatly into his rucksack. Snapping his fingers, he back crisp and clean, his workout clothes turned into black combat boots, with black khakis tucked into his boots, black webbed belt along with a black shirt and a black bomber jacket, hood up. He stretched a bit. Whenever he magically applied his clothes it always left his skin tingly. Grabbing his racksack he walked out of his apartment and locked the door. Better to keep up appearances, not that there was anything left into apartment to steal. He walked down a few stairs into the busy streets of San Diego. After being stationed here for ten years he'd never miss this place. The last year ruined any happiness he had here, shaking his head. Not the time to flashback. He waved his hand for a taxi. Climbing in he said,

"The airport please. No need to rush."

"Alright bud"

Why the airport you may ask? Why prolong it if you have an international apparition licenses? Well in America they have laws. Not knowing the words exactly but it says that international apparition or port keys unless sanctioned by the government are to be used with the area of an international airport. It made sense to him if nomags had to go to airports to fly so did magicals.

Staring out the window watching the buildings and cars go by he grew excited. He always got excited when every he was deployed now he could go whenever he wants. It felt like his life was just starting for real or should he say he felt like his own life and as starting. Ever since he was eleven and the following ten years he's felt those years were for someone else. Tho the skills and experiences he's learned and encountered made him the man he was today. He sighed and felt the taxi come to a stop,

"Alright bud, here's the airport. It'll be 56.87."

He just took out a hundred dollar bill and handed it over.

"Keep it, have a nice day."

He climbed out with his rucksack in his hands. Throwing it over his shoulder he made his was to the far end of queues. Where witches and wizards were lined up waiting for a timed port key. He walked pass them. He wasn't going by port key, they got expensive the further you traveled. He walked up to the apparition desk. It wasn't busy. Not many wizards had an international apparition license around here unless in a government position, and they had their own apparition points to leave from.

"Excuse me, I'd like to be seen to an apparition point for Britain please."

"I need to see your license."

The clerk didn't look convinced that he actually had one but looked surprised when I handed mine over.

"Oh thank you, the apparition point for Britain is over there," points the a set of blue doors, "an immigrations official will check your bag for illegal products then you'll be all set. If you want to exchange currency," she points to a kiosk between the restrooms, "it's that kiosk over there. I'd recommend exchanging before going to Britain the goblins exchange rate is terrible. Other than that have a safe trip and thank you for choosing San Diego International Airport for your needs."

She finished with a smile. He smiled and nodded to her and headed to the exchange kiosk.

Walking up,

"Good morning, I'd like to exchange money from American to Galleons please."

The clerk looked up the rate.

"The current rate it 10 galleons for every dollar. If you wait till you are in Britain the rates are 4 galleons for every dollar. I could also link your American account from here to Gringotts for a fee of three hundred dollars for the current exchange rate but once in Britain it will be their exchange rate."

"Link my account please," handing him my account information, "and exchange fifty percent over to galleons please."

The clerk looked it up then her eyes widened.

"Sir you want to exchange three million into galleons?"

"Hmm. No make it an even four. Is that a problem?"

"No, just not usual. It will be a minute. What name do you want it under?"

I show her my Hit-Wizards license.

"Same as on here"

She nods and types away. Ten minutes later she hands over a blood quill and parchment.

"Sign your name and date it. It's your Gringotts agreement with their terms and regulations. Read them on your own time." She hands over a small pouch of coins, "here's a pouch of 50 galleons for now until you go to Gringotts and here's a copy of your account information," hands a parchment over.

I look it over. Linked to my American account, yes. Exchanged four million to galleons for a total of forty million galleons, good. In my name, great. Nodding over the details and folding it up into my wallet and pocketing the pouch.

"Thank you, have a nice day."

I walk through the blue doors and shown the official my rucksack. Nothing but clothes so I passed the inspection quickly then walked into the open field to a spot with a sign that said.

'England/Ireland'

Standing in the middle. Zipping up my jacket, shouldering my rucksack and raising my hood. I smiled and shouted,

"Oorah"

Appariting in a sift of wind.