Mikki was one of Grindelwald’s few agents who had not joined the Ministry, because she was still doing stealth missions. She was in charge of bugging Ministry worker’s homes, in charge of following Order members and reporting on their whereabouts, in charge of spreading fear and threats where they were due. She could not do all of that, publish articles under a fake identity that assured people of the legitimacy of Grindelwald’s reign, AND dress up in dress robes every day and follow Ministry protocol.
Even ninjas had to sleep.
She had just set up about three systems in Hogsmeade, which was harder than it seemed, really. She had made great use of some of her stealth equipment, distracting the housewives long enough to sneak into their homes and set bugs and a few cameras up. Grindelwald had not believed in the usefulness of such devices until she had left him footage and tape that gave him valuable information. Now he let her do her thing.
She was tired, though. She had done that, wrote her latest article, run errands for her irritable uncle Isaak who, though he had been reinspired by the reappearance of his old master, was still enjoying forcing Mikki to go about his own little missions and picking up his alcohol. Now that that was all done, however, it was time to relax.
She glanced down the street, realizing she looked a bit conspicuous, wearing an all black, tight body suit. She reached into her bag and pulled out a long grey, sweater dress and stepped into an alley. She slipped it on and pulled out a belt from the bag and tied it around her waist. She loosened her pulled back hair and began to leave the alley.
She stopped and slipped back in, reaching down and unstrapped the dagger that had been strapped to her leg and sheathed it, slipping it in her boot. Whoops.
She walked down the street, looking more casual then she had moments before. Mikki had always been a bit severe though, so the young twenty year old, did not look like a typical young woman. Still, she slipped into the pub that everyone went on and on about and ordered a Firewhiskey, sitting at the bar and began to nurse her drink.
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