Assignment Chocolate Frog
Summary : Agent 47 is contracted by the agency to kill members of the Order of the Phoenix and the trio. Follow him as he expertly executes his targets. R&R please.
A:N(text in italics is thought)
5th of September, 05:45 pm
"This wouldn't be the usual type of mission, 47" Diana's recorded voice issued from the portable computer "Although very well-paid, this mission involves a lot more targets than usual, all of whom are members of the Wizarding community. We know very little about the Wizarding world, 47, their many eccentricities alone can be very intimidating to an outsider, that's why you were especially asked for this assignment. The targets in the following list are all compulsory; each head is worth $ 250,000. The final five are worth $ 750,000 each."
Agent 47 paused the recording as he read the list of targets:
Remus J. Lupin
Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody
Hermione Jane Granger
Ronald Billius Weasley
Harry James Potter
Albus Percival Wulfirc Brian Dumbledore
"Targets number7, 8,9,10,11 and 12 can currently be found at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," resumed Diana "Our client has arranged a way for you to enter the premises. The photo in the brown file is of Amadeus Crow, a teacher in Hogwarts. He teaches Muggle Studies. He has failed to arrive at Hogwarts for the start of the school year due to a bad case of a disease known as dragon pox and is currently resting in The Leaky Cauldron, whose location can be found on a map attached to Crow's photo. Crow can be neutralized and you are free to take his place as Muggle Studies teacher, again, a file of any needed recommendation letters and Curriculum vitae is attached. The elimination of the remaining targets, on the other hand, is left to your own imagination, although a list of possible locations they might be in, are in their respective Bios"
47 extracted the photo and the map and studied them carefully. The man was stout and wore the most ridiculous lilac robes and a matching pointed hat; he had a strict expression and a pointed goatee.
"Eccentric, Indeed" said 47 as he turned the recording back on.
"If you choose to follow this route," said Diana "You will be awarded a bonus $50,000 for your trouble. We have little to no intel on this mission, 47, so tread carefully."
Agent 47 extracted Alastor Moody's file and scanned down to a line that said: Target is usually in a meeting in a house between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place.
That's odd, Thought 47 impassively
47 soon discovered that most of targets 1 to 5 are to be found at the aforementioned house at one point or another. He saw that the majority of them were present at the same time for a 7:00 pm daily meeting. 47 checked his watch, it was 6:00 pm. He had an hour to get to Grimmauld place from the centre of London.
Agent 47 was perched atop a building opposite of number 11 Grimmauld Place, his index finger caressing his WA2000 customized sniper rifle's trigger, his aim was directed at the nonexistent gap between 11 and 13 Grimmauld Place. It was 9:00 pm. He has been in this posture for two hours. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, his controlled breathing was the only sound audible.
Out of a sudden a man appeared out of thin air, he was garbed in old shabby robes and had more scars on his face than hair on his head. One of his eyes which seemed to glow blue in the dark whizzed around in its socket, like a surveillance camera. He was just about to turn the spot.
The sight of a man appearing out of nothingness would have had any man running in the opposite direction. The fact this man had a pair of eyes that mismatched in size and colour and one of them seemed to move of its own accord, would have reduced the bravest of men to shivers of fear. Not 47, though. He maintained his controlled breathing, and focused the scope's crosshair on his target's head, and squeezed the trigger. Once. Just Once. The man fell down to the ground, his head bleeding profusely. His brain shut down in mere seconds, though his large blue eye kept whizzing in its socket, apparently oblivious to its owner's death. A young woman with screaming pink hair came into being at the same spot the man had appeared, and whipped out a stick from within her robes.
She looked around alarmed, her wand issuing revealing spells. 47 squeezed the trigger one more time and another bullet hissed through the air and embedded itself in the young woman's belly. She doubled over and fell down on her fallen comrade. 47 sent another bullet into her skull. To be sure he thought. He waited for five more minutes, but no one on his list appeared. Bystanders were now approaching the two victims. Looking for anything to loot, no doubt thought 47 as he saw one of them brandishing a small knife. He packed up his sniper rifle and descended into the streets, where he mingled amongst the people.
6th of September, 09:00 am, The Prime Minister's office
A bald blue-eyed man was standing aimlessly by the urinals in the bathroom outside the Prime Minister's office. He eyed the urinals as if he expected someone to pop out of one of them. The tip of his index finger felt the poison filled syringe in his left pocket. He heard someone swiveling the handle to the bathroom's door, and 47 retreated silently into one of the cabinets. He knelt and looked from under the door to see thick black boots walk towards one of the cabinets, but then withdrawing to the row of urinals and stood still in front of one. He heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. 47 exited the cabinet swiftly and saw the man's black bald head.
47 silently took out the syringe stowed in his pocket and approached Kingsley, his black designer shoes silent on the ceramic floor. But Kingsley had finished earlier than 47 expected and he turned around to see a bald man with a needle pointed his way. Kingsley reached into his muggle suit to get his wand, but 47 had already whipped out his silenced Silverballer and had expertly sent two shots into Kingsley's neck. Blood erupted from the puncture-like wound, as the jugular artery emptied its contents at high pressure. 47 paced to the bathroom's door and locked it. He hefted Kingsley's huge bulk and threw him through the rectangular window at the far side of the bathroom. A thud emanated from the outside as Kingsley's lifeless form fell into an open dumpster in an alley. 47 slid through the window himself and was gone.
A:N (So what do you think? Review with any thoughts or suggestions. Chapter 2 should be up within a couple of days)