The Manhunt

Andrew called both Andrian and Sophia on the same line. When they picked up he said "Apperate to Pretoria, South Africa. I've got information on our guy. He hung up abruptly and adjusted his hat that was covering his eyesight from the heat. He wore a white t-shirt and gray cargo shorts, with his brown hiking boots. He looked at his watch and it said 15:40 in electronic sticks that gave the time. He looked away from it and looked at the yellow air that surronded the area. Hopefully they would appear soon. He didn't know how much time they had.

Andrian recieved a call from Andrew telling him to meet him at Pretoria, South Africa. He hunged the phone up and went off to change his clothes into something a little cooler, he knew it was going to be hot in Africa. Then, he kissed Bell goodbye and apperated to where Andrew had told him to meet. Andrian wore a plain white t-shirt with a pair of jeans and a pair of brown boots along with sunglasses to keep his eyes from the heat of the sun. He saw Andrew waiting patiently outside a cafe looking out at the sky; and he started to walk behind him. "Hey, what you got?" he asked.

"Not here," he said calmly not moving an inch. He knew there was nobody watching him, but if someone overheard, they may think they were terrorists and report them to the authorities, which wouldn't be the number one thing on his mind. He then adjusted his head and signaled for Andrian to sit down. "Let's wait for Sophia then we'll chat."

Sophia recieved a phone call from Andrew to tell her to meet him and Andrian in Pretoria, South Africa. As she hung up the phone she gotten dressed and apperated to Pretoria, South Africa and appeared beside Andrian. "Hey Andrian and Andrew."said Sophia softly and a soft gentle voice. . Sophia was a white shirt that had her favorite muggle band on it and blue jeans and black converses and sunglasses that covered her eyes and her hair was in a ponytail. "Lets get started shall we?"Sophia asked them softly wanting to get to the bottom of this.

Andrew stood up and then continued down the street signaling for them to follow. As he walked he said "Okay so this guy that killed him is going to be showing up soon. We're gonna ambush the guy and kill him. Hopefully things won't go wrong, but we don't have a choice. We need to stop him here and now". He walked into a dark building that looked abandoned and then went upstairs. He stopped into one of the rooms and then opened up a cabinet. He then sat on a chair and grabbed a pair of binoculars that were made for long range survalence. "Okay so we're going to apperate down to the central area and then grab this guy alive. He had something that is very important for this civil war in the wizarding world.

(haha we're all wearing white)

Andrian rose his eyebrows at Andrew as he was told that they couldn't talk here at the moment. He didn't understand why but he just sighed, defeatedly, he knew that he just had to let Andrew do his thing. Afterall he was Danny's little brother and he was leading this little raid. He didn't want to cause any problem, so he obeyed him and started to find somewhere to sit. Suddenly, he heard a loud pop and he turned to see what it was, only to find that Sophia had arrived just in time. "Hey Soph," he smiled at her, warmly and got onto his feet and started to listen to Andrew and followed him into a dark building which looked like it had been adandoned for years. "Sounds like a plan," he told them.

Andrew then aperated away with a pop. He arrived at the top of a roof nearby and had a perfect vantage point of the town square. He grabbed a walkie talkie out of his pocket and spoke into it after clicking the talk button. "YOu guys hear me?" he asked. The other transevers were inside the building that Andrew led them into. They were right next to the binoculars and were filled with Andrews voice afterwords.

Sophia apperated in the old abandoned and looked around but suddenly let out a yelp as a walkie taklie went off not to far from where she was at. "Not a word you hear."said Sophia to Andrian knowing he'll laugh at her. Yes she picked it up she press the talk button. "Yes we hear you loud and clear."said Sophia. Sophia took the binoculars and started looking out the windows. "Ok what does this guy look like that were suppose to attack?"Sophia asked as she pushed the button again.

Andrew clicked on the talk button again and began to speak into the receiver end. He continued to scan the area and saw people conversing and trading goods for other things. "He should be wearing a green jacket and tan pans. That's all I was informed about." he said using another pair of binoculars that was on the other side of where he was at. He peered through the lenses looking for the person. To no luck. He groaned and set the binoculars down. Where was he?

[I hope you don’t mind me joining, I thought I could mix things up a bit XD]

Traveling was one of the things Calvin hated most about his job- and don’t get me wrong, he loved his job, protecting muggles and everything, but when it came to dangerous tasks or traveling by plain all the way to South Africa, Calvin couldn’t help but wish he were at home with some cold pizza and a PlayStation instead.

Calvin walked slowly down the steps that lead outside of the airport, his usual messy pile of paperwork hugged to his chest, his old sneakers thudding softly against the hard ground. He was holding a piece of paper in front of his face, a small slip of paper that had an address printed on it. Calvin had never been to Africa before, and hardly knew what he was doing or where he was going, but he figured as long as he stuck to that small printed address, he would be fine.

“hmmm, buh, dum…” the young man hummed as he pulled his green, hooded jacket off, holding it in the crook of his arm; the heat was very intense compared to that of London, and he found that wearing his jacket was nolonger neccisary- though he was still dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, as usual. What was it with the guy and layers?

It wasn’t until Calvin reatched the start of the road did he realize he wasn’t exactly sure where he was to go from that point. If he turned back, he could still see the airport, but it was a small dot from where he was standing, and he really didn’t feel like walking all the way back. Calvin scratched his head, scanning the area, until he saw a small group of people. He sprinted forward, though his legs were rather reluctant as the heat started to effect him a bit more, “Excuse me! Could one of you tell me how I get to this address?” Calvin asked innocently, waving the slip of white paper in the air before coming to a stop before the four. Luckily, they too had just gotten off of the plane, and they spoke a language Calvin understood- the only language he understood, that was.

“Hmmm, let me see…” the oldest looking man out of the bunch said, taking the paper in his own hands before reading it himself. “Yeah, I know that place, it’s not far from where we are headed; we can drive you if you want,” he offered. Calvin grinned that strange, awkward, lopsided grin of his and nodded vigorously, “Thank you!” he exclaimed, fallowing the four to their car.

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It wasn’t long before the driver cut the engine and opened his door, stepping out into the sun once more. There had been no air-conditioning in the car, and Calvin was practically sweating by the time he managed to unlock his own door and push it open. He looked around him before stepping out, taking in his surroundings; it was much different than in London, that was for sure. “Just walk that way”- the man who had driven the car told Calvin, pointing towards one of the houses that was nearest to where they had parked. He nodded, smiled, thanked the group, and made his way towards the house that he had been told had the same address as the one on the slip of paper the Ministry had given him.

What a foolish young man Calvin was, to believe that someone would be so kind to give him a ride and direct him towards some address Calvin would be completely lost without. For all Calvin knew, he could have been miles away from his actual destination, but the thought never crossed Calvin’s mind.