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28 August 2008 @ 09:56 pm
A New Target  
I watch and wait.

It all died down in Knockturn and I had gone back to get what I needed, when I spotted someone I recognized.

The wizard that had rushed to Fawcett's aide. I had not Disapparated out of Knockturn Alley, but mainly to another spot to see what would take place.

Saw Finnigan.

Saw the other wizard.

So far, it was far easier to get to the other wizard.

Just need him to come a bit closer...

Ten Minutes Later

I aim a kick at his knee, satisfied I heard a crunch, knowing I broke it. He goes down, and I press him against the dank wall, knife against his throat.

"Fuck, what the hell do you want?"

"I told you," I snarl. "Information. Now. Everything you know. The routine. Friends. Family. The more you tell me, the less likely I'm going to kill you."

"Like hell!"

Fuck. Don't want to kill him yet. Need the information first. I lower my knife, and then knee him in the groin. He goes down again, and I take my knife, his hand. Press his hand against the ground, and shove the knife in his hand.

His yell gets cut off by a wave of my wand, as I silence him.

I grab him by his hair, and yank his head up, taking out another knife from my boot and pressing it hard, but not cutting, against his throat.

"Gonna be a good boy now?" I murmur. In reality I wish this was one of the Finnigan, Fawcett, or Poliakoff. But I have to settle for a mere lapdog really.

"I'll be nice, I promise," I assure him. "Just tell me what I want to know. Okay?"

The pain apparently gets to be too much as he nods.

"I'll undo the spell, but one call out for help or aggressive move, and I'll slit your throat," I warn. "Understood?"

He makes a slight nod again.

I undo the spell, and soon everything I want to know about my newest target spills out of his mouth.

He could have lived... if he hadn't been rude afterwards and called me a few names. So I slit his throat, and then paid some pissant to send an anonymous note to Finnigan and Fawcett about where to find their lapdog.

And then I start working out on how to approach my next target.
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