Walking Dead Wizard

Chapter 106

Harry had never expected those words to ever be directed towards him. Not for Harry, at any rate, maybe the 'Boy-who-lived' or 'Lord Potter' but never 'Just Harry'. The sheer incredulous joy that surged through him left him almost as reeling as the knowledge he was having twins. Daryl didn't care about the 'Boy-Who-Lived' he didn't care about him being Lord Potter. Hell, even if he did…what good was a Lordship title now? It didn't mean a damn thing. He was so utterly overwhelmed, today was one of those days that left him speechless. Quite possibly also the worst time to be speechless. Then a niggling thought wiggled its way in, was Daryl doing this because of the twins?

It took Daryl actually moving before Harry jerked back to reality, and realized he had left the man's question unanswered. "Wait, Daryl," Harry jerked up, grasping a hold of the man before he could take another step back, "Do you mean it? You're not just…doing this because of this…" gesturing towards his stomach. Apprehension and elation showing in equal measures. Green eyes staring into green beseechingly.

Daryl glanced down at the hand holding him, he could easily rip his wrist out of Harry's hold. Would have done if Harry hadn't asked that question, or stared at him with hope and worry. He realized that Harry really was worried he was only asking because of the bubbas. He scoffed, "I ain't doin' it cus of them," Daryl bit out, "They've just given me the push to ask…" he trailed off, anger popping away as quickly as it came.

Both of them had self-confidence issues a mile wide. Daryl more so, but he was definitely improving.

"You really just want to bond with me?" Harry asked, a wide smile already stretching across his face.

Daryl would have loved to be able to say, that he loved Harry and that's why he was asking. The thought of even saying the words had his throat locking up. He wasn't good with words, luckily Harry understood and his actions were counted more important than his words. He was the same with Harry, but Harry wasn't unable to express himself. He was actually really good at it.

A small smirk spread across Daryl's face, hidden slightly, seeing the unmitigated excitement Harry was exuding at the moment. He knew the answer before Harry even opened his mouth. Harry was good at hiding his feelings when he needed to, so it was amazing to see him so…emotional. Then again…it might just be the pregnancy hormones, not that he'd be telling him that.

"You know the benefits and the drawbacks of soul bonding with me?" Harry said, determined that Daryl should know everything before any answer was given. He wouldn't be able to handle Daryl taking back the question…not further down the line.

"I've read it twice, months ago," Daryl murmured, so low that Harry had to strain to hear him.

Harry nodded slowly, a solemn look on his face, with his green eyes glittering. "You understand that if anything happens to me…you'll feel the bond snapping? That empty feeling will never go away. It will be like a gaping wound for the rest of your life."

"Yeah, the book said," Daryl nodded, he didn't want to live in a world where Harry didn't anyway. He'd live though, if their bubbas were alive, keep em safe, just like he knew Harry would want…but it would be existing, not living.

"You'll also have a piece of my magic in you, we will be bound together forever," Harry said softly, "Which means you'll age slower, much, much slower." Wouldn't have exactly been a bad thing before…but now? In an apocalyptic world? Who would really want to live for an elongated life? especially if his brother passed…Merle was already aged beyond Daryl, with the drink and the drugs, yeah, he was clean and it would ensure a long life, but not the sort of life he'd have had if he hadn't been so consumed by the drink and drugs from a young age. "In fact, I shouldn't be surprised if you wake up looking a little younger the day after the bonding."

Surprise flickered over Daryl's features, alright, that he hadn't known about. It made sense though, wizards live longer, he'd been really surprised to hear how long they normally lived, hell Dumbledore was over 160 something when he died the bastard. "Even me?" even a Muggle? Harry didn't like using that word, but he'd read it so often in the book he didn't get how Harry was able to instinctively say Mundane or normal.

"Yeah, even you," Harry said, apprehension shooting through him, was this where Daryl decided not to go through with this sort of bond? Then he realized, each day he got to spend with Daryl meant more than anything else. Bond or no bond. He relaxed back into the bed, happy with his realisation. "If Luna and Merle get married, I reckon she'll want that particular bond too. I think that's one thing she'll insist on. It will help with the damage he's done to his body…well, the damage the phoenix tears couldn't correct anyway, which actually isn't much…because you know how powerful phoenix tears are." He'd given it to Merle way back when, after he realized he'd taken drugs, he'd hoped the tears would nullify the come down so that he wasn't left vulnerable. He was glad he had; it had kept Merle in tip top shape.

Daryl laughed a little, easily imagining his brother agreeing to anything Luna asked. He had it bad for her, even now, after all this time. Merle had never had girlfriends long; he was surprised it had worked out so well. Knowing his brother as he did. They'd changed though, a whole lot, both of them settling down and he had twins on the way.

If someone had told him that's what would happen…he would have killed himself laughing so much. Merle would have punched em then suffered the same fate laughing too hard.

The apocalypse had changed everything, even the stubborn Dixon brothers.

"If you want to discuss, we can," Harry said, watching Daryl fondly, he didn't need to bond with him to know he loved him. To know he was loved in turn. They didn't need to say it to feel it, to show it in their own way.

"I don't need to," Daryl replied, jerking out of his thoughts, it wasn't like he'd die if Harry did even if he'd want to. The bond didn't work like that, although like Harry said, he'd feel the lack of bond. "What will it feel like?" if he could feel its absence then he'd feel its appearance.

"Like magic, being bathed in the warmth after being cold for so long." Harry said with a smile, 'what will it feel like' not 'what might it feel like' clearly Daryl had made his decision. "We'll be able to feel each other to an extent, maybe each other's emotions if we concentrate hard enough. It isn't evasive, won't distract your focus, but yes, it will be there, I'll show you how." Just like he'd shown Daryl how he felt the wards back when they were in the prison. Only this one won't be temporary; Daryl would feel it for the rest of Harry's natural life.

"Do we need witnesses?" came Daryl's next question.

Harry smiled, shaking his head, "No, for such a bond to form both of us need to be 100% willing, there can be no coercion involved in such a bond. It's nothing as frivolous as a normal wedding bond." He told Daryl fondly, "Not that anything really happens when you use the normal wedding bond, just dramatic flares that don't really affect the recipients. Is that what you'd prefer?" knowing without a doubt that it was.

"What about you?" Daryl asked, brows furrowed as he contemplated what kind of bonding Harry wanted himself. Unlike him, Harry was more social, maybe he actually wanted to people to attend his 'bonding' even if it was just Luna, Merle and maybe Hermione and Severus. It wouldn't be too bad if they came if he was honest with himself…but that much attention on him…even just four people made him want to crawl under a rock and never come back out.

"Honestly?" Harry said quietly, "I never saw myself getting married…or even bonded. I would never have been sure if they were with me for me, or with the prestige I would have brought them. With you…I know without a single doubt." And that was true, every single part of him knew that Daryl was with him just for him.

Daryl glanced down and flushed a little at the words.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Daryl, even if it cut me off from the wizarding world entirely…if I had never got to see Hermione again, or anyone I know." Harry said softly, grinning at the colour Daryl was going. "Four months." He added quietly, in four months they were going to be fathers.

Daryl glanced up at Harry through his hair, and smiled himself a little.

"In four months, you'll have your own little ass-kickers." He teased.

Daryl laughed under his breath; he honestly couldn't wait.

"We can do this," Harry said, as if shoring himself up for the knowledge he was about to have two babies in four short months.

"We can," Daryl said, clasping Harrys hand in his own, sitting back down. "We leave in an hour if we're still goin'."

"We are," Harry nodded firmly, "Even if they don't accept our help, they'll know that the one who harmed them so grievously is gone from this world. Too bad we don't have his head to give to them. I think they'd like that."

Daryl gave Harry a look, if it had been anyone else, they'd have probably been a little leery of his humour. Well, anyone else that wasn't their group, they all knew Harry had a twisted sense of humour at times. It didn't come out often, but when it did it made them laugh despite themselves.

"You didn't answer my question," Hershel said lightly, "A male and female cannot be identical twins. They're from the same egg, same sperm. Is Harry aware of the dangers his…daughter faces?" Not even slightest bit flushed with the current conversation.

"While it is rare in the magical world for identical twins a boy and girl to be born from the same egg, it's not impossible. They don't face the same problems normal people do; our magic doesn't easily allow for such things. Of course, there are always exceptions, and especially so when magic is weakened." Severus informed him as they walked, "Safe to say, his daughter won't face fertility issues and such growing up. Any child of Harry's is guaranteed to be powerful." Which was just one of the many things a male and female born of the same egg would face in the Muggle world. The constant influx of new blood, and just how powerful Harry was…he didn't see any alternative.

"But there have been no signs of accidental magic," Hershel pointed out, "The books say it is expected."

"It's the hormones that cause that, not the child itself," Severus explained, as he walked evenly with the elder man. "Accidental magic can occur from birth…but its unusual for it to happen to most wizards and witches before they're at least five to eight years of age."

"What age were you?" Hershel asked speculatively. So very curious about all things magical, especially their potions which were very potent. He'd taken a pain relief draught he'd been given and the pain had stayed gone all day! All day, it was such an unexpected relief. Their normal medications were lucky if it worked for four to eight hours. The more used to it you were, the less effect it had.

"Two," Severus answered evenly, "Harry was barely one when he began showing magic, he was on Hogwarts list since he was born." The pride he felt for Harry was unmistakable, he had a lot of past regrets, but he and Harry had moved on, choosing not to let bitterness get in the way.

"I'm assuming that's not normal?" Hershel asked.

"Actually, it is," Severus nodded, "Nearly every pureblood child has their children on the list, only those worried about their child not having magic holds back." Whether they were on the list or not, they were on the magical book, a copy from Ilvermorny Harry has, and received an invite to Hogwarts regardless. All magical children in the UK did.

"Marcus," Severus said, inclining his head, as he saw the young wizard approach.

"We've found three wizards…problem is I think their location is being investigated…I can sense Luna's magic." Marcus said, stopping to talk to him. "I've hardly seen Luna around as of late…do you know where she is?" Severus was close to Harry and Luna, if anyone knew it would be him.

Severus blinked, ah, so that's what Harry had the others doing. Before he could open his mouth and state that Merle and Luna were likely sleeping…Hershel spoke.

"Is it beside the ocean?" Hershel asked calmly, suspecting that's exactly where it was.

Marcus glanced at the old man, surprised, "Well, yeah, the beach and the ocean I suppose." It was still weird even a month in to spend so much time talking to Muggles and realizing how intelligent some of them were.

"Then its most definitely where they intend to go this morning," Hershel nodded, "Luna and Merle have been observing them. It's a good job you didn't just rush in, we've been told they're more kill first then question never." Concerned for them, which made Marcus shift uncomfortably.

"Three wizards? Do you know if there are any more magical's there?" Severus asked thoughtfully, probably a single family…the prospect of three wizard just finding the group was highly unlikely.

"No clue, but it was my thought too, Blaise is already looking through the book, the maps got all the possible addresses…but it will take a while." Marcus nodded, he wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking the same thing as Severus, they were Slytherins after all.

"Then inform him he has an hour, I doubt this will change Harry's plans," Severus informed Marcus, if anything he'd decide it was definitely the best plan all around. "What age are they?" the ages are in the books along with addresses, at least it was in the Hogwarts one, he couldn't recall much about the Ilvermorny one, but he'd only glimpsed it to inform Harry it was a copy of the original.

"Two are eight and one's ten," Marcus said after some thought, trying to recall what he'd read. "They going to be going to Hogwarts?" there had been talk about sending Meghan there during the day, going through the cupboard for her education since Lily nor Tara wanted her to leave them full time to attend Hogwarts. The loss of their father and normality still clinging to them like glue.

"That's something we have to figure out, if we can get close enough," Severus explained.

Hershel nodded, "The children will be protected at all costs I believe," he said sombrely, "The loss of their children in the past will make it so." He could not imagine the pain and agony of it, losing their children and family members, watching them being lined up and struck down. The closest he could say to that feeling he'd got was in Terminus, but thankfully Harry's rescue had been well timed. If one could consider it well timed, when Harry only knew due to the spell he'd had on Carl. Not just Carl really, both kids had spells on them…to begin with, now they all did.

Marcus sobered, giving a grim nod, he might not know everything but he understood what the Muggle was getting at. "I've not heard anything; are we being invited to this meeting?"

Hershel noticed that the newcomers were very fine speakers, polite, always speaking in full sentences. He had no idea if it was a country thing or if it was perhaps a wizarding one. Harry had always been polite and well spoken as well, but he did adopt some American syntax the longer he lived amongst them.

"Yes, everyone magical is to go, with a few exceptions," Severus told Marcus, "I very much doubt Harry or Luna will be able to convince the Dixon's to remain behind." Tone dry and wry. Especially Daryl, who was evidently feeling very protective at the moment, with good reason.

Marcus laughed, giving a nod of agreement, you never saw one without the other, and if you did it was a rare sight indeed. "I'm surprised he feels the need to have us come to be entirely honest." It wasn't that Harry didn't trust him, or them, but he clearly had his preferred people at his back. Sides in the war didn't matter anymore, hadn't mattered before the apocalypse really, not since the war was won.

"It's a big group, sixty people," Hershel explained, "The bigger the group that goes with him…the less chance of anything going wrong."

"Indeed," Severus murmured his agreement, "With Harry not being able to use magic himself, the more power the better. It seems we may have a few wizards in the group…either that or they're muggle born."

"Doesn't seem likely that there's grown wizards or witches unless they've lost their wands?" Marcus said frowning in confusion.

"It is likely if they weren't careful, not everyone has the power to take care of multiple threats." Severus mused, perhaps why they couldn't take care of what was the man's name? Simon? And the people heh ad on his side.

"Is that true? Harry's magic…was able to take out multiple threats, with only a few spells…I've also been told about what happened that day at the Savior compound, that he had them all on their knees simultaneously." Hershel asked, aching to blazes but too happy talking to pay too much attention to the aches.

"Harry knows more spells than your average wizard or witch." Severus replied, "He trained himself for war, for combat, which includes a lot of spells Aurors use, not a lot of regular wizards actually know those spells. He also has a habit of twisting them to suit his purposes. Most civilians maybe know a stunning spell, which would result in their capture or death within minutes, strategic thinking isn't a wizards' strong suit…they believe they're superior because of magic." Binding them all then snapping their necks with said spell, yeah, he was definitely a soldier.

Marcus nodded, a lesson he had learned, Muggles were more dangerous – and wasn't that bloody unreal to say – hell, he was surprised a wizard hadn't started an uprising yet, then again…maybe somewhere in the world there was one. Not their problem though, no, right now they need to focus on their problem. "They have clothes we can spell impervious to bullets and blades?" referring to the Dixons. They could and would just use spells, whereas the Muggles would need it spelled onto their clothes.

It didn't help their heads though, which didn't normally have clothes around it.

"You'll need to discuss that with them, we're meeting in the dining hall in an hour," Severus informed them, "Have everything you think we might need at hand." He informed the wizard.

"Got it, we'll be there." Marcus nodded, "We'll see you later," he added before he took off, presumably back to the house they were using while they were there. Given the largeness of P.A they could have had a house to themselves, but they were used to living in close quarters, and thus chose to stay in the same place, sharing a room with one other person.

"He's…rather an intimidating young man," Hershel said, watching him pass, he'd thought the same of Shane, Daryl, Merle and Harry in all honesty when he first met them. Glen and Dale were the only ones he felt comfortable around. Even Lori made him feel uncomfortable, her ideals had been outdated and her stubbornness made her rather unlikable in the beginning.

Severus blinked at Hershel, lips twitching, out of everyone he was used to being the intimidating one. "To some," he agreed that Marcus may seem so. It was the ones that didn't look intimidating in his opinion, that you needed to look out for. They were the worst.

"Go on, go to your lovely young lass," Hershel teased softly, before shuffling off in the direction of the dining room. Ready to sit down, rest his weary bones and eat some breakfast and some more coffee. It looked set to get very, very busy and soon.

Luckily Hershel didn't get to see Severus' cheek suffused with a deep red, as temporarily as it was. He was good at controlling his bodies responses, he had to be, as a spy, but sometimes…just sometimes mind, he can be caught unawares and his natural responses were on full display.

Severus stalked quickly towards the house they used while they were here. He'd need to make time to visit Mira as well, show her a thing or two, leave a few journals he had created with creations for her, she had been looking into something she could make that was child friendly.

He tried not to spend every waking moment try to come up with a cure, and tried to stop Hermione from doing so as well.

Not easily done, but the efforts were worth it.

"Where's my ring?" Harry asked, causing Daryl to freeze, Harry laughed, grinning widely, "Calm down, I'm just kidding. Although, I would very much like to wear a bonded ring." The Potter insignia rings were out of the question, Daryl wouldn't wear anything so chunky, and it was a male and female ring, not meant for two males. He had found rings he liked very much in the past while in the vault, part of him must have hoped for this…for he'd secreted them away from the rest of the stash.

Daryl sighed, before shrugging, he didn't care either way.

"They're Platinum Celtic bands with the trinity knot." Harry confessed, much to Daryl's surprise, "I took them from the vault, I…wasn't sure why either, I just liked them. They're thin, shouldn't get in the way too much, but I have a chain that's Platinum you can use to keep it safe when you're hunting or if you just don't care for wearing it." neither of them cared for jewellery, or wore it, so it would be weird at least for a while.

"Yet you said you didn't think you'd get married," Daryl murmured, cocking his head to the side.

"Wishful thinking," Harry confessed, he didn't do it often, hell, hardly at all. He'd learned at a very young age that it did nothing. Wishful thinking just made everything hurt more, as he used to imagine his parents really being alive and coming to rescue him and things like that. A childish imagination, but he'd learned, oh, he'd learned alright. "It was one of those days…I'd had to fend off Ron and put his corpse down." His one-time best friend, already gone from this world. He wasn't sure if Ron would have been able to survive the world the way it was. He'd barely been able to survive a year of Horcrux hunting…let alone these past years. Sure, they had stability now, but it hadn't always been that way. He could just imagine the constant whining; it was enough to make him feel guilty that he didn't have to endure that.

Daryl just quirked an eyebrow, and said nothing, he got it, nothing more needed to be said.

Harry stood up, sliding of the leather doctor surgery bed, he planted himself in front of Daryl and kissed him, "Just so you know, it's a yes," he said with a great deal of merriment, "Any time, anywhere, it will always be a yes." Locking hands, he began to leave the surgery, his other hand had the scan in it, holding tightly, but not enough to crumple the paper.

"Should we wait until after the birth?" Daryl murmured quietly, almost walking up Harry's heels. Wrapping his arm around Harry's shoulders instead, keeping him pressed close. "You ain't supposed to use magic." He pointed out.

"Actually, we're fast approaching what will be the last trimester, the accidental magic bit has probably already passed…and considering I've got two kids in there my magic has been draining double time might explain the lack of accidents. In the last trimester I'll need to refrain from using magic at all I think." Harry confessed, as they wandered down the road, the area quiet, no doubt everyone was eating breakfast. "I don't feel drained though, so I honestly don't know." shrugging helplessly, he hated that he couldn't even be normal at a wizarding pregnancy. Well, near enough, he still had two whole months before he reached the 'last trimester' he supposed.

"You want to do it soon?" Daryl said, surprise blooming in his green eyes, not that Harry saw, as he was walking in front of him, with Daryl splayed across his back.

"Probably best not to, otherwise you'll suffer through the birth with me," Harry said dryly, "It would sort of syphon off the pain to you a bit, like a feedback loop, not the full thing but enough to know what the experience is like."

"Syphon meaning it would be less painful for you?" Daryl asked, nodding as he passed Bob who was carting an empty wicker basket that had been made into a trolley, presumably going to collect fruit, and begin his own chores for the day.

"Not really, just take the edge off," Harry replied, "Nothing that will be noticeable." Making it emphatically clear that it wasn't going to help so that Daryl didn't go ahead with this out of sheer bloody nobility.

Daryl grunted out his acknowledgement of the answer.

"Better weather will be coming soon," Harry commented, changing the subject, "A good thing really, if Sophia has to brush Anubis and Hela more, I think she's going to go insane." She'd been tasked with that particular chore more than most

"Good for the birds though," Daryl replied, more birds were choosing to nest in the trees of their boundaries, instinctively knowing it was safe, well, safe-ish unless they choose a tree with an animal that could get to it. It had been a surprise to hear them, so used to silence they'd gotten. There wasn't that many that you could hear them from in the house, but passing what used to be the football stadium which was now just a massive Orchard with every single fruit tree they could possibly fit inside.

Harry hummed his own agreement, nodding when he saw Lori with Judith with her own smaller wheeled basket. She had grown up, matured and become better for it, it's just a damn shame the same couldn't be said of her husband. Although, judging from the lack of rings on Lori's fingers, she didn't consider Rick her husband anymore. They were collecting the vegetables for lunch and dinner if he recalled the schedule he posted correctly. He gave the sweet girl a wave when she eagerly and with enthusiasm waved at them. They were too far away to speak to, but judging by the pout on Judith's face, she didn't like what her mom was telling her.

"Did they say where they were meeting?" Harry asked, realizing he didn't even know where to go after they had breakfast.

"Actually, no, he just said he was getting Mione and going for breakfast," Daryl murmured, "We can ask there." If it wasn't already over, usually everyone finished at the same time, so if Bob and Lori were already out, breakfast was probably over.

"It's nearly been an hour as it is," Harry confessed, "I rather want to get this over with and focus on what really matters." Sure, he loved helping people…but his babies…they were the most important thing in his life right now. Surely more important than strangers who might not even want their help.

"I'd rather you don't go at all," Daryl grumbled sounding almost petulant.

Harry nodded, he understood. "Come on, lets go get breakfast, I'm starving," he said, finally they were at the museum turned communal dining room.

They weren't surprised that hardly anyone was there, except Severus, Hermione, Luna, Merle and the other wizards all looking as if they were prepping for an assignment.

"What's going on?" Harry asked after a moment of observing them.

"There are wizards in this Oceanside group you intend to visit," Marcus spoke, "Five wizards and two witches, three are likely siblings, they have the same last name. The rest have different names."

Harry blinked feeling a little stunned, as the food was placed in front of him, "Speculation on any adult wizards?" nobody was really surprised that this was Harry's first question.

"We're thinking not," Marcus said, "The only magic I could sense around there was Luna's, unless they're too afraid to reveal what they can do…but they could have done it in secret…" warded the place to the nines.

"They might not know what to cast…it's not that easy," Harry shook his head, as he began to eat, swallowing thickly, he added, "I didn't know what wards to cast to keep Walkers out…"

"It ain't going to be walkers they're weary of," Daryl added, smirking a little at the nodding and finger jabbing Harry did in agreement.

"Yeah, it'll be humans, and since the majority are Muggles the wards would just complicate matters." Harry said, "Not everyone knows the Fidelius Charm…"

Severus snorted, "Or has the ability to cast it."

"Our speculation right now is that there are no adult wizards or witches, but we could be wrong, they might have dropped their wands, it might have been snapped…there are too many options to truly speculate," Blaise commented, "Here, this will give you additional protection from bullets." Throwing over a chain to both Merle and Daryl.

Harry peered at them curiously, "Additional protection?" he asked, talking around a half full mouth but polite about it, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Should slow projectiles down, depends on what gets thrown our way," Marcus said, "I spoke to Luna, they've got a lot of ammunitions." And nothing to lose.

"I had something similar up at the prison we were in," Harry nodded thoughtfully, "Didn't fully stop it, but probably saved all our asses."

Merle snorted, "Agreed," it certainly had. That bloody blast should have had the prison coming down around their ears. The idiot had said he wanted it yet decide blasting it would be the best option. He wasted no time putting it on, he'd take all the help he was offered especially magical help.

"We need to be on the defence then," Severus stated, "With the most vulnerable in the middle. I'll be at the front and centre with Harry and the Dixons at my back." Nobody argued with him.

"I'll be at the back with Merle and Daryl to my side with Harry directly at my own back," Luna declared knowing without a doubt Harry would want it that way. "The rest of you will make a circle with your backs to the rest of us."

"And if they're got vantage?" Daryl asked, "They might have snipers on range." They certainly have the ammunition and means from what Merle had said about the area.

"That's what those pendants are for." Blaise pointed out, "But we'll be putting up spells the second we land, to keep us safe as possible." They were taking any and all precautions to keep them all safe.

A/N – there we go! Next chapter! I hope you're still enjoying it and the wee muses I had don't seem to have a chance to come into it yet! Boo! Oh well, if they don't then I guess the epilogue will have to do after all! So, will they want help? Or will they piss Harry off enough that he refuses to help them? After all he's not known for going out of his way to help anyone that actually calls 'magic' the devil's worship etc…what about the magic users there? Will they be brought to P.A? Will they have parents who come with them? It is time for fresh blood before the story end after all! There's been a suggestion that the hospital bit can be involved…if that's the case…who do they make the big fucking mistake of kidnapping? :P :P and do they even get a chance to manipulate them before they bust in and kick ass? I was going to leave this on a cliff-hanger but unfortunately, I'm out of time and got to get some sleep! LOL R&R