"Thanks for coming," Angus told Jess and Jack, as Marcus started sorting out location messages and started posting them and updating the light board for Angus. "Jess, no offense, but when you're finished with him, I'm going to need to get him moved out of here. He's in no shape to command, and he's right where I need to be. Jack, if there is an open bed anywhere in the fighters' dorm rooms, can you put him there for now please and thank you?"
Victor looked and blinked, surprised, when they landed on the sidewalk outside the headquarters and not only did he have Anise and Ginger but he had Dean too.
"Where the hell are we?" Dean asked. He turned and looked around and saw the Eiffel Tower in the distance. "What the effing hell...are we really in Paris? As in France?"
"Do you know of another Eiffel Tower?" Victor asked. "You might as well come in."
"Victor!" Ginger was having a conniption at the breech.
"I can't leave him here on the street!" Victor replied sharply. "He's here now. I'll do about a hundred Mea Copas with the powers that be, and they'll either fire me or they won't. Come on, Dean. You're with us." He led the way inside, and the first person they ran into was Sam.
"Well, shit. This is gonna crash and burn just like the Hindenburg," Sam said. "Angus is gonna have a conniption."
"He's gonna have to take a number. Ginger's ahead of him," Victor said. "Come on. Let's go back and see who's in charge of tonight's shit show."
"Angus," Sam told him.
"Oh happy day. Just what we wanted," Victor replied. As he was heading down the hall, someone ported in and landed in the hallway right in front of Victor and they walked right smack dab into each other. He looked up to see Nigel Sigworth was who had arrived that he had walked into.
"Are you wounded?" Nigel asked.
"Not yet. Give me about ten seconds," Victor said. "I'll probably need plasters when my dad is done with me."
"Fine. Let me know when you do," Nigel said nonchalantly, heading on past them towards the foyer.
Victor led the way down the hall into the office and saw Angus working on assessing the situation as quickly as he could. "Angus? You sent for us?" Victor asked. Angus looked up and saw Victor, Ginger, Anise and Dean.
"Yes," Angus said. "Dean. I'm not sure why I didn't expect you, but, now that you're here, what are your Defense Against the Dark Arts scores?"
"Straight O's. Why?"
"Good. That'll do. How fast are you with a wand?"
"Faster than you, I'm sure," Dean said cockily.
"Unlikely, but I'm glad you're confident. Can you keep a secret?"
"Now, how could I prove if I could keep a secret unless I break one?" Dean scowled. "I'm a Gryffindor. Of course I can keep a secret."
"He's a cocky little bastard. I'll give him that," Marcus said dryly.
"Good. I can use all kinds of cocky little bastards right now," Angus said. He looked at Dean. "You're hired. You work for me."
"What am I doing, exactly?"
"We're the good guys," Angus said. "The idjits who will probably be shooting at you? They're the bad guys. Try not to die."
"Die? Peachy," Dean said, and he turned to Anise. "So is this the part where all my mates jump out and say 'Surprise, the joke's on you, Mate'?"
"Um..." Anise stammered awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say. "No?" she said, not sure if that was what Dean wanted to hear or not.
"You four," Angus said to Victor, Sam, Anise and Ginger, "go find some mission wear in dressers in the fighter's dorm rooms, take Dean with you, and get him suited up," Angus told them.
"Wait," Dean said. "Which side of the law are you on?"
"We're work in conjunction with the ministries of several wizarding governments," Angus said. "We're the good guys. You'll just have to trust me on that."
"If I could die, I don't know how far I'm gonna trust you. What are the bad guys doing, and why do you care?"
"They kidnap children," Marcus said.
"Kids? Fine. I'm in," Dean said.
"You don't want to wear a tux for this," Victor said. "Let's go change." He motioned them all out.