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Post by Jay on Jul 13, 2008 22:12:29 GMT -5
(Shit reply, I know. This summers been out of control. Anyway here it is finally. Sorry for the delay.)
Arjen finished the cigarette and looked over to Robin. She had been gone far to long. There was no way it should have taken this long. He stood up tall and looked over to the woman sitting on the bench. She rose an eyebrow and he knew she was thinking the same thing. They walked around the corner with haste. There was where they found her. Laying there probably passed out from the stress and heat. Arjen shook his head as Robin sprinted over to her.
There Robin picked her up and held her in her arms. Arjen noticed her shoes were missing. She was here passed out with no shoes on. He spotted them a few feet from her body. Bending over he picked them up and noticed something quite weird. On the heel there was blood. A lot of it. Arjen walked back over to Robin and noticed that Scout hadn’t even moved. He laid her shoes by Robin and left her wand as well. Arjen looked at Robin.
‘When she gets up tell her she did a good job. I’m going inside to check out the scene and clean up.’
Robin nodded and continued to hold Scout in her arms. Arjen turned and moved on the sidewalk with hurry. He entered the embassy and looked around. It was dead silent and Arjen moved through the hallways silently. The stairwell was clear and Arjen climbed them. He reached the top and there was a sight to behold. Hank was there, dead. As Arjen moved closer he noticed his eyes were a puddle of blood. His chest was moving and Arjen checked a pulse just to be certain. Nothing. This brought a grin to his face.
He moved onto the room with the door open. Wand drawn he moved in. There in the center of the bed was Starkov. His bottom half was wrapped in a sheet. He still had his eyes open. Arjen shook his head and moved over to close them. His fingers gently closed his eyelids. Arjen made the bed and there we go. Andrey Starkov died in his sleep on a cool night. 500,000 in gold was now in his back pocket on top of that.
He moved out of the embassy without much speed. Arjen sort of enjoyed the place. It was calm and very nice. The Russian paintings on the wall were very classy. He began admiring one of the Siberian forest, when there was movement at the door. Arjen ducked into the room the painting he was next to. He moved against the wall and listened to the footsteps. There were three sets of them. Judging by the sound there was a woman among them. Arjen’s hand moved to his knife.
He thought it was Robin, but as he poked his head out it became clear that it wasn’t. From the quick glimpse he got the woman she was tall, thin and down right gorgeous. Arjen thought about taking another look, but that would jeopardize his life. The men she was with didn’t look to friendly. Both were far taller then Arjen and much, much bigger. He wasn’t sure what kind of wizard’s they were, but he didn’t plan on finding out.
They moved into another room and then Arjen decided he’d get out there. He heard soft talking in Russian. Arjen knew they worked with Starkov. He moved down the hallway with haste and slipped out the door. There was a rush of footsteps. Somebody must have gotten a glance of him. Arjen spotted a crowd outside of a house and moved with them. He could see the two men looking around. Arjen grinned to himself and moved down the London street.
He decided to walk back to his apartment. It took an hour or so, but when he did return Arjen pulled off his white sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. He moved to his couch and sat back. Arjen turned some Tchaikovsky. He bent his head back and a soft smile came to his face. He was getting a payday tomorrow. A big payday.
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Post by Ed Taco on Jul 23, 2008 1:27:14 GMT -5
[[No worries! I've been busy myself, so I'm hardly going to complain. =)]]
It was warm. Curling further into a ball, Scout relished the feeling of a soft bed and the sun on her face, unwilling to give up this comfort. But the light streamed in through the window, and some minutes later, she was creaking open her hazel eyes. The room was certainly familiar–it'd been hers when she'd worked at the Blushing Mermaid. Yawning widely, she sat up, looking around. A small pile of new clothes and a towel sat at the foot of her bed, along with a slightly bulging messenger bag. Curious, she clambered over, having grabbed her wand from the bedside table. She poked it warily, testing it for traps.
Satisfied that it was not rigged to blow, she rifled through it, finding various clothes and nicknacks. It dawned on her rather suddenly–it was a travel bag. She marveled for a moment at Robin's thoughtfulness, then corrected herself. The woman probably needed one last favor. Shaking her head, Scout clambered out of her bed and grabbed the towel, determined to wash away the previous night.
She took nearly forty minutes scrubbing herself raw, cleaning out the blood from beneath her nails and examining the variety of bruises she'd earned. Still, she'd had worse, and she'd never come out with such a big pay day before. Unable to contain her delight, she'd practically bolted out of her shower to dry off and dress and complete the rest of her not-that-interesting morning routine.
Bounding down the stairs with the bag slung over a shoulder and her wet hair pulled back into a pony tail, she'd cast a gaze around the surprisingly bright and cheerful brothel. One could have mistaken it for a Bed and Breakfast in the morning–with the sins of the previous night cleaned away, it looked like any other respectable establishment in the area. Scout grinned crookedly, adjusting her trainer with a foot as she moved towards the kitchen.
Ah, there was Robin, she mused. The woman was perusing the Daily Prophet with a cup of tea and a cigarette. Scout hovered in the doorjamb, uncertain of how to address her. Thankfully, Robin spoke up without moving her eyes. "There's some toast on the counter, Scout." She jumped and nodded, guiltily depositing her bag on a chair and moving towards the aforementioned breakfast. Marmalade glistened up at her and she cheerily seated herself on the counter, nibbling quietly on breakfast.
"Tragic," Robin spoke crisply, folding the paper and taking a sip of tea. "The Russian Minister passed away last night." Scout tensed and looked over at the woman, before taking the cue with a soft grin. "That's awful." Robin's eyes twinkled in wry mirth as Scout finished her meal and deposited her plate in the sink. Pausing, she fiddled with the hem of the Cellestina Warbeck shirt she'd been provided with. "Um, so what do I owe you?"
There was a brief pause as Robin rose to dump out the rest of her tea and toss the Daily Prophet. Scout tried not to fidget (and failed) as she waited. She wanted to go, but... "Consider us square." That certainly floored Scout. She blinked many times in rapid succession as the implications set in. Grinning widely she hooked wet hair behind her ear, trying not to get her hopes up. "Really? No favors you need? I can go?" "You killed Hank. We're even." "Cool! Um, but will you...you know..." "I've no interest in sending anyone after you. You might want to be careful though, Hank wasn't your only enemy." "Yeah...okay, brilliant, thanks." "Mm. I've also taken the liberty of arranging a move for your family. How does Barbados sound?" Scout paused and looked at Robin curiously, arching a brow. "Um...great." "Then their flight leaves at six. I'll send some protection with them there and cover their tracks." "You don't need to do that..." "Please," Robin intoned with a smirk, "Allow me." "Well...okay. I'll just...drop by before this afternoon and wipe their memories." Scout shuffled, before composing herself and grinning brightly. "Thanks, Robin. Really." "Hm. You should get going. It's almost noon." "Oh bugger! Right! Uh, bag, bag, BAG there it is, bye Robin! Thanks again!" Crack!
Scout touched the dogtags she'd stuffed in the pocket of her jeans. It was going to suck to have to give these up–all things considered, being a Ministry lap dog hadn't been too bad. Not that she would admit it on pain of death, but the fact remained. Waiting in the elevator that was afraid to approach the Hit Wizards, she adjusted the strap of her bag and looked down at the coffee she'd nicked from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. She hated coffee. But it was warm in her hand and soothed the lingering headache and nausea, so she would endure it.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hit Wizards Division the elevator whispered. The doors gently slid open and Scout stepped out quickly, looking around before following the learned route to the ugly yellow room. Arjen hadn't exactly told her where to go or when to meet him, and she could only hope he hadn't made off with her share. And maybe she'd say goodbye, thank the ass for at least showing her the ropes.
She arrived at the yellow room and paused for a few moments at its door, biting her lip. Damn. She really was going to miss this gig. Sure, her partner had been a total dick, but...well, at least it'd been fun. She shook her head, scrunching her freckled nose and closing her hazel eyes tight. Don't be stupid, Scout, there's always next time.
Opening her eyes and wearing her ever familiar shit-eating grin, she opened the door and sauntered in, like she was hot-shit.
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Post by Jay on Jul 25, 2008 0:10:12 GMT -5
((God it's good to pick this up. I was in too good of a mood to write Arjen as a dick.))
For the first time since his partner died, Arjen woke up with a smile on his face. The sun was shining bright and he couldn’t understand what was happening to him. He felt something in his stomach that was foreign to him. Could this be what it felt like to be happy? God, it seems like he had forgotten the feeling all together. He showered and changed into jeans and a white collared shirt. In fact he even fixed his hair.
He was feeling beyond good as he strolled out of the door. So good that he got breakfast at his favorite spot. It was right outside of his apartment complex. The shop was a quiet place, that had their rush hour an hour ago. At nine in the morning the place was dead quiet and all attention sparked when Arjen walked in. He was quick at the counter and picked up what he needed and left. With a raisin scone in his left hand he apperated to the Ministry.
He strolled into that disgusting yellow room with a smile. The knock on his master’s door was four and they quick. Before he finished his sentence, the old man saw Arjen’s figure in his door way. At once he laughed. The old man had never seen Arjen looking so jovial. He looked like a kid again. The job he and his partner did was very well done.
‘You did well Arjen.’ ‘Thank you, sir.’ ‘God, I wish you were like this all the time.’ ‘I’d kill myself.’
Arjen let out a smile and didn’t know what was going on. He was confused inside, but liked the feeling of happiness and liked the fact that his master was headed to his desk. Taking a seat in his plush leather seat the old man flicked his wand and out of the air came two fat bags of gold. They made a clank as they fell. Arjen could feel his mouth go dry. He would be rich again. A move was in store.
‘Well my boy, I have a mission for you, but enjoy your gold. You might find this one interesting and a decent price tag.’ ‘Decent?’ ‘250,000 in gold.’
Arjen nodded with a grin. He turned around with two satchels of gold. Then it struck him. Scout. Then like out of air he didn’t care. Maybe he could start treating her like a person. Although he hated to admit, Arjen appreciated what she did. She stuck her neck out like that and Arjen could only regret not being somewhat decent with her. He heard a noise from the room and then in she walked.
All pretenses disappeared. That look made his happiness disappear, but he decided against being a dick. Arjen would make somewhat of an attempt of acting like a human around her. His arm reached out and he threw the bag of gold through the air. He looked at her as she caught it. His words were from the heart.
‘Good job. I know it’s enough to leave, but I have another mission. Are you willing to take it.’
If she didn’t then Arjen would say it. He would say that he would actually miss having her around. It’s always good to have someone around you hate. Scout’s that person.
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Post by Ed Taco on Jul 25, 2008 1:31:49 GMT -5
[[Ah, it's good to write happy!Scout again. I missed her. xD]]
He seemed different, she noted as she entered, tugging a loose bang at him lightly in greeting. Less on edge–less like the very sight of her would make him want to kill her. Only a little, but it was less so. She quirked a brow at it, then decided not to look a gift-horse in the mouth. Hey, if he was going to be less of an ass, she wasn't going to complain. She took a sip of her coffee as he threw the bag of gold at her.
She choked a bit and grabbed the bag by the pursestrings. Wincing at her burned tongue, she gently raised the bag and withdrew a galleon. Delightful greed lit up in her hazel eyes as she spun the coin, watching the light catch its facetted surface. She took a bite...yep. Real gold. Beautiful gold...she very nearly squealed in delight (it took more willpower than was pretty to restrain herself from doing so).
She'd never known what being rich felt like...now she did. Scout looked up at Arjen as he spoke, seemingly sincere. Her expression sobered a bit as he brought up another job and effectively offered her a place. She...was supposed to leave and start over, but... Well, hadn't she? She'd left the Underground, killed Hank...sure, there would be gits with the brain damage to come after her, but...she had effectively started over. She was a Ministry Lapdog these days, something she would have never been proud of before. Dropping the coin back into the purse, she dropped it in a pocket of her robes and shifted her bag. Surprisingly, it didn't sting to think of the past anymore–maybe it was time to move on.
Offering a grin, she shrugged her shoulders, blowing her bangs out of her face. "Sure, why not. What's the job?"
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Post by Jay on Jul 27, 2008 0:27:50 GMT -5
Arjen’s eyes focused on his partner. This was up to her. If she left then he would. The American’s were still barking up his tree. He decided it would be best to take a seat. Scout seemed to ponder it for a moment and then replied. Arjen let out a nod. This job has that kind of effect. You want to quit, but you never can. The money was good and the kill- amazing. He looked at her and snapped his fingers.
Into his hands came the case file. He tossed it to Scout and then waited for her reply. It was an interesting case and he was still amazed that Jenas wouldn’t take this one. The target was fairly aged- 72, but he was a hell of a wizard. His name was Henry Barnstaple. He is part of Scout’s underworld. It wouldn’t surprise him, if they know each other. Barnstaple worked out of the east side London ghetto. He traffics enchanted goods.
It sounds like pussy shit, but this guy buys the kind of stuff that could kill a family. Ever since the fights between the poor Arabs and poor English began one side has been looking for a way to out do the other. The Ministry has a heavy patrol in the region, but things are missed. Barnstaple is one of those. His fortress stands right outside of the east side. He never leaves, for anything. If his family was burning he wouldn’t budge. The Ministry doesn’t quite have the man power to over take Barnstaple’s mini-army. His security is around 150 strong. The Ministry doesn’t want to commit that many people for water thin evidence.
They could be such pussies sometimes. Arjen gave a soft scowl at the thought and then looked at Scout. She was engulfed with the case file. He sat back and wondered what idea’s she would come up with. Although it sounded impossible there were definite ways that this mission could be successful. Scout unfortunately couldn’t use Heat on this man, he was gay. However, he had a wife.
Many of his clients wouldn’t buy from him because he’s gay. Barnstaple is a player, but not to the point where he was the best. He needed to be taken out because of how close the Arab and English world’s were close to colliding. Arjen and Scout needed to intercept his next shipment, discard of it and then kill the man. That could be split up.
‘How about we get some lunch. I had my pick last, so it’s your turn.’
There was none of his usual dick undertone. He was attempting to change because he had a feeling things would only improve. The hit’s they would be assigned would get more dangerous and worth a lot more money. By the end of the week these two could be well on their way to millionaire status. There were some big names in London and case files were flying through this part daily.
Things were going to improve.
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Post by Ed Taco on Jul 29, 2008 10:34:59 GMT -5
She shifted her bag as he threw the case file at her, catching it and trying not to lose everything. Could he not be normal and just hand her things? Flipping it open as she leaned against the wall, she pursued its contents. Recognising the wizard vaguely (friend of Hanks, she remembered), she remained silent as she went through the pathetically slim dossier. Tch...no blueprints. Looks like the intel was scant. Brilliant. So she could make a set of bombs, but she'd be working blind...
He spoke and she perked from the file, taking a sip of the coffee she hated so much. Lunch? Her pick? She narrowed her eyes at him, scrunching her nose up rather comically. Was he feeling alright? But...lo and behold, barring some perhaps mild annoyance at her suspicious scrutiny... This polite!Arjen was really starting to unnerve her. She knew she should be happy as a pig in shit seeing as how he removed whatever stick had been rammed up his ass, but...still. It was just so weird.
"Alright...ah, I've got to obliviate my folks' and send them off to Bermuda by six, but my mum makes a badass pot roast." She shrugged her shoulders. "Free, too. But, if for some strange reason that'll get your knickers in a twist, I dunno, the Waffle House?"
No, Scout is not very well acquainted with 'fine dining'. She likes meat and two veg, preferably drowning in gravy and pepper. Easy to please. Breakfast items and fruit are also appreciated.
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Post by Jay on Nov 9, 2008 0:43:36 GMT -5
Holy shit I am sooo fucking sorry. I have had the craziest fucking months. I went to the Olympics, started college and have just been hit so fucking hard I forgot all about this. Some how I found this link and I'm sure you've left this a long time ago, but I owe you an apology for not letting you know. I'm working on a reply now.
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Post by Ed Taco on Nov 9, 2008 13:41:57 GMT -5
Haha, it's perfectly fine. Real life trumps RP, always. =] Hope things are going well for you!
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Post by Jay on Nov 17, 2008 23:23:31 GMT -5
((Finally! It's here, but it's really shitty. It's been a few months since I've written Arjen. College is a rough time to get posting done. I'm fucking bogged down.))
Arjen nodded lightly. He leaned on the wall and weighed the options. Arjen wasn’t ready to go meet her family. She was his partner and for some reason Arjen didn’t want to become acquainted with them. It seems trouble always follows the assassin. He doubted that Scout would disagree with his fact. Although his new cheery mood. For some reason the feelings flowing through him didn’t stop and his prick attitude on life wasn’t here.
‘Let’s do the Waffle House. I can help with your parents, but we’ll talk over lunch.’
The place he was thinking of was pretty decent. Arjen could deal with a pair of pretty decently cooked pancakes right now. Drench those fuckers in syrup and devour. Not to mention Arjen could probably get a drink with breakfast. He sighed and looked to Scout. She was going with this wave of good feeling. He couldn’t blame her. The way that Arjen had treated her, he wouldn’t blame her. Arjen would have to eventually make it up to her. Maybe paying would be a start, but he doubted it.
‘Alright I’ll see you there.’
Relying on instinct that they were going to the same place in southern London, Arjen closed his eyes. The apparation process was all to familiar to Arjen and he just let himself go weightless and let the black engulf him. His mind and body wandered a second before everything came back. He was in an ally way right off where he was suppose to go. Reaching into the first pocket of his jeans he took out a cigarette. He lit it with his wand and then moved to the side walk.
Scout probably wouldn’t apparate to the same ally way so there was no point in waiting there. Sighing lightly he took a long drag of his cigarette. Letting the smoke fill his lungs he looked around at all of the muggles. It was odd to know that none of them would have any idea what to do if Arjen took out his wand. Arjen had lived among the muggles for a while now, but when he first started this it was quite the culture shock.
Arjen is a pure blood wizard. His mother’s family held the sixth longest family line in the Ravenclaw house. The chain unfortunately ended when Arjen’s little brother died in his third year. Arjen, however, was a Slytherin. How could he not be. He was a stuck prick whose old man killed people for a living. The kid stared on the Quidditch team and hoped to work in the Ministry as something other then an assassin. However, commitment to his father turned him to this profession and the rest is history.
Slightly annoyed by Scout not showing up in the minute after Arjen’s apparation, he took another drag.
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Post by Ed Taco on Dec 1, 2008 23:40:31 GMT -5
Scout followed the apparation trail fairly closely, and knew she could only be a few streets off when she arrived in a commercial part of town with restaurants and shops left and right. The muggles didn't even notice her, just walked around her, grumbling and annoyed as ever. She slipped through the crowd, bag bouncing on her back and a smile on her face, freckled nose crinkled in good humour. It was a good day. She could buy an awesome place to live–her family was going to be safe–and she was going to have waffles. Clearly, things were looking her up.
It took her about eight minutes to navigate her way to the Waffle House thanks to a few muggles offering directions. She arrived, pulling her hair back and into a quick pony tail. It wasn't hard to find Arjen–he stood out like a sore thumb. Sure, he was dressed like a muggle, but Scout, finely tuned to reading people, could have never mistaken him as one. It was the stance of power–all wizarding folk had it. They were all in on the secret of the world, the true power, and it made them subtly different from those blinded to the ways of magic. Having been a muggleborn, she'd always had a knack for picking a wizard out of a crowd (an intensely useful skill, she'd found, when people were out to kill you).
He was smoking again, and she was jealous. She was trying, sort of, to quit, but...she grinned away, bouncing over and hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans. "Cap'n," she greeted lightly, eyes dancing. She was practically bouncing with excitement, rocking on the balls of her feet, avidly examining her surroundings, eyes bright and lips quirked upwards. It would be difficult to ruin her fantastic mood, today.
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Post by Jay on Dec 30, 2008 0:34:24 GMT -5
((Shitty I know, but I wanted to get a post in before 2009. I'll probably be a lot better with posting, that's my new years resolution.))
He noticed her only a few seconds after he had posted here. Taking a long drag he tossed the cigarette down and stomped it out. He nodded lightly as she greeted him. It was awfully weird that they had become on good terms. He even held the door open for her as she walked into the waffle house. This wasn’t his first choice of a place to eat, but he could cope. The night after the biggest kill of his life, he really didn’t mind getting waffles. However, the two needed to talk business once again. Although the pay day wasn’t going to be as good as the other one, the kill should be good enough. Plus, who doesn’t like making money?
He looked at Scout and then took a seat at a seat on the window. His eyes darted about the room. No waitresses to seduce. He frowned lightly. Arjen was a man, at twenty two and with an occupation like his one night stands are awesome. That’s all he really needs in a woman these days. He tried the whole girlfriend thing. It didn’t work. To put it simply, Arjen really just didn’t need a relationship. He let out a sigh and then looked at the waitress.
Waffles, he didn’t even remember their taste. He sat a second puzzled with what to coat them. Arjen watched what he ate. Usually there was a lot of protein and this time would be no different. Waffles with a side of egg yolks, bacon, sausage and ham. Arjen looked at the girl. She looked about twenty. Her hair was a light brown and when she greeted the table it was apparent that she was in desperate need of a dentist. Arjen was a bit taken back by her hideous teeth. He then proceeded to lay out his order. After Scout had finished, it was back to business.
‘This next case isn’t worth nearly as much as the last one, but I think it will yield some good information that could get us more money.’
He snapped his fingers and into his hands came a case file. It wasn’t as thick as some of the one’s they had shared, but there were still a good deal of papers in there. Arjen figured that Scout might now the guy. Henry Barnstaple is going to be the best wizard that Arjen had faced in a while. At 72, the guy is a bull and Arjen knew that this guy was going to be a bitch to take down. Especially because not only do Scout and Arjen have to fight that old fuck, they have to penetrate a fortress with about 150 crazy wizards.
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Post by Ed Taco on Jan 20, 2009 1:31:20 GMT -5
[[Sorry for the delay, life is CRAZY]]
Scout wasn't sure how to take this new, less assholish Arjen. On one hand, it was awesome. He'd even held the door open for her! Clearly, he was under the imperius curse or something. Either that or he had a really evil alter ego and or twin. On the other hand, it had her very off kilter. She didn't know how to treat this new Arjen, and so settled with being quiet.
That wouldn't last long. Scooting into the window seat opposite her captain, she was already watching the people on the streets outside in interest, rapping her knuckles on the table and itching for excitement. Scout didn't do too well with sitting still.
"Oh! Um, waffles, with strawberries please, um, side of sausage, and uh, a hot tea. And hashbrowns~! Thank you muchly~~" She'd chirped, ever cheerful. Not even the abrupt switch to business could sour her move and she looked up at her massive partner, folding her legs up into her seat and leafing through the case file in mild interest. Scout had very childlike tendencies at times–her boundless energy and fiddling, for starters, and her need to curl up almost protectively (though one could argue that that had more to do with her being a crook than a child) reflected it. Scout was young and bright and vibrant, and it just made the blood she'd stained her hands with all the more poignant. But there was no denying that she belonged to this shadow world, that she was at home in its chaos.
"Barnstaple, huh?" She asked rhetorically, a grin beginning to light up her face. She whistled lowly as she examined the dossiers stats on his house. His security force fucking demolished the line between caution and paranoia, and though she'd met him once, she didn't have enough information on him to contribute much else than the file already presented. It was going to be tough as shit–either a stealth or a bloodbath job, then. She would bet fifty galleons that Arjen was gunning for a brawl.
"This should be fun," she practically purred, eyes alight in delight. She hooked hair behind her ears and examined the file again, memorizing facts swiftly, tapping her lips with her spoon. "So what are the specifics?" she asked lightly, looking up at Arjen and cocking her head to one side. "Clean kill, interrogation first...? I presume we're looking for something while we're in there, or the file wouldn't have so much background information..."
Scout, for all of her youthful mannerisms, is not stupid, after all.
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Post by Jay on Nov 19, 2009 19:30:24 GMT -5
((Shitty, but it's been a while... can't wait for this to pick up again =D))
He leaned back in his chair and scanned the café as Scout looked over the case file. It was always as crowded as it was today. This was more or less a local place for muggles, but it was the perfect hideout for wizards looking for a low key spot. In fact, there were three wizards in the café right now. One sat hunched over eggs at the bar and the other two, an older couple, sat by a window at the far end. He and Dirk had come here twice to meet with informers, but after Dirk and an unreliable informant had a shootout, the café wasn’t nearly as frequented by wizards. He took a sip of his water and looked up at Scout when she spoke he began to think of how this was going to actually be.
Although Arjen’s arrogance would never let him admit it, the two would get killed if he thought they could go in there and shoot the place up. Arjen knew some of the wizards that Barnstaple employed and those guys aren’t ones to be fucked with. It would have to be a combination of both a clean kill and interrogation because Scout was right in her assumption that there was a deeper meaning to the killing of this scumbag. Arjen opened his mouth to explain, but the food arrived just as he was going to speak. Before beginning what exactly Arjen thought they should do, he put a light coat of syrup on everything. It was his guilty pleasure and now being a rich man, Arjen deserved to get something good to eat. He took bite of his waffle and then spoke after all food was down his throat.
‘I was thinking we go with a stealth approach. As much as I’d love to kill every last one of his men, it gives Barnstaple too much time to escape. Plus we want to know who he buys his goods from, he’s the middle man for someone much bigger that we can’t even figure out. The Ministry is also trying to avoid a conflict on London’s east side.’
He was sure that Scout knew something about the east side. Arjen loved all of London except for that part. It was a fucking hell hole and that’s the only way Arjen would ever describe it. The conditions these wizards lived in were absolutely appalling. With the league of Arab wizards becoming increasingly oppressive the amount of immigrants flooding into London were far to much for the city to handle. Of course with the immigrants came the crime and when they encroached on English land, it was only a matter of time before an all out war will break out. Naturally Arjen, Scout and the Ministry would be thrown right into the middle of it. Arjen continued to munch on the food in front of him after some silence for eating Arjen lifted his head and spoke.
‘Any thoughts on it?’
Arjen leaned back again and peered out the window to the London street. It was still overcast and a light drizzle began to fall. Arjen never really minded this kind of weather, but that was probably because he knew no different. This was the tenth straight day of rain, but it never really got into his head like it did with Dirk. After Hogwarts, Dirk lived in Spain and said that once he had enough money to go back he’d be gone. He hated the rain and would complain nonstop on days like today. Arjen pushed the thought of his old partner to the back of his mind and looked at Scout, wondering her thoughts on this whole thing.
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Post by Ed Taco on Nov 19, 2009 21:57:24 GMT -5
She was honestly surprised that he agreed with her; stealth was their modus operandi this time. She peered at him curiously, her freckled nose crinkling in thought. He was right, of course (and she owed herself fifty galleons). Killing his security, while fun, would yield nothing in the way of results. Especially if they wanted to figure out who he was trading with. Now that she thought about it… who had supplied Barnstaple? She'd once thought that he was selling his own goods, and sometimes he did, but Hank had mentioned once that he was a middleman… She wondered if Hank would have any more information on record back in his estate. She'd have to swing by tonight, pillage and loot and, while she was at it, see if she could squirrel up more intel.
The food arrived and Scout suppressed a sound of glee with difficulty. Her waffles met a syrupy fate and were cut up enthusiastically, enjoyed with a quiet hum of pleasure. She loved waffles; they were warm and simple, but Merlin's spleen were they delicious. Content with her food, she tuned in as he asked about her thoughts on the matter. Washing her waffle down with a swig of tea, she looked out the window at the people passing by. They had no idea, did they? Of their world; of magic and wizards, of this secret war, just below the surface. They would live their whole lives, blissfully unaware of the blood being spilled by people like them. She could never envy them. Magic was simply too beautiful, too perfect… she pitied them, rather. What would it be like, to live without feeling that power in your blood?
The rain began to fall, but that wasn't anything unusual. Glancing back to Arjen, she offered one of her characteristic grins, hazel eyes glittering.
"I say we take our time with this one; I want to look at his records, see what we can find in the numbers, maybe track his shipments and purchases, see if we can't let him lead us to the source. I want to know where he gets his product anyways… I'm not familiar with the supplier…" She couldn't help it that her thoughts were still on smuggling. She'd been good at her work, and it had always bothered her that Barnstaple had a corner on the innocuously lethal market. She wanted cursed teapots to peddle; the kind that could kill a house full of people just by steaming, none of this touch-powered rubbish that tended to merely stun. The product was such fine quality… she wanted to tinker with it, badly. See how the magic worked.
Curiosity killed the Scout, as they say.
She looked up at him and her grin remained on her face. "Besides, maybe we'll find something interesting. Blackmail him, maybe have some sort of information that could help us when we go for the kill; I don't know about you, but the thought of duelling him makes me kind of nervous. If the kill isn't perfect… well, I mean, he's one of the best wizard's of our time… he'd kill us. I say we fight dirty."
She shrugged her shoulders and resumed eating. She'd already demolished most of the plate, and she finished off the tea with practised ease. Thanking Merlin for her fast metabolism, she closed the file and slid it back to him.
"Besides, the asshole has the whole eastside market dominated. In the interest of capitalism, let's take out the motherfucker."
Scout was never good at being serious for long periods of time anyways.
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Post by Jay on Nov 24, 2009 21:08:47 GMT -5
Arjen looked at her and took a another sip of his water. Blackmail could work and Arjen could get him with a couple of different dirty tricks. He wasn’t the kind for plots because he was always able to kill everyone he came in contact with. Arjen was that kind of guy and despite what he’d want to do, he knew in his heart he couldn’t kill 150 wizards of the same caliber (he sure as fuck won’t admit that though) as him. Sitting back in his chair he began speaking again.
‘He is gay…’
His voice trailed. It was an important factor to raise because nothing in Arjen’s mind stuck out more then anything else. This would probably be the best way to get Barnstaple out of that fortress. Arjen scratched his head gently and looked at Scout. Barnstaple was a gay, but he wasn’t sure if he had a lover. Arjen knew he use to, but the man died from a freak accident. He hadn’t read to in depth into the file, but he was sure that Barnstaple did something with the gay community. That’s when they’d have to strike.
‘Does it mention anything about his lover because that’s where we have to start.’
He knew that would involve stalking and stalking was something he perfected. Yes, that was a very creepy statement, but that is what this job involved. Stalk and kill was what all the people in this profession had to be good at. He snickered to himself when thought about the time Jenas had charges pressed on him for stalking a Hogwarts professor. Arjen knew that they would probably have a late night stalking god-knows-who until they had enough evidence that they could blackmail the shit out of Barnstaple.
He wondered where this case would lead. Barnstaple was a simpleton compared to the other players involved on the eastside. He was surprised that the focus was beginning to focused more in that area then any other area. Jenas and Defoe were taking more cases in the area and he knew the Ministry was terrified of that area. Arjen leaned back in his chair and smiled as the waitress took away their breakfast plates. He sighed and took the last sip of his water. They’d probably be out of here soon anyway.
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