I May Look Old, But I Can Still Kick Your Arse

Suddenly he dove for the plane his eyes searching for the keys as he sat down in the seat flicking every switch on, the engines roared into life and the propellers started to turn as he grinned . Slipping form the plane he slipped out the chocks from under one wheel, as he climbed up to its wing his eyes watching for any sign of Jen and Khaat. As he stepped out onto the wing men ran to wards him shouting at him as he throw the chock into them hitting on man it wrapped him in the rope.

“couldn’t do that again in a hurry” he though to himself as he threw back his head laughing a howling like laugh, just like the wolf he was he threw himself into it , howling and shouting as the men shouted for him to get down . Tearing his shirt he made sure to cut himself so the could see cuts on his chest he knew Michael would heal them and so took no notice . One man tried to climb up but with a flick jack kicked him away he landed on his butt with the others.

Now he danced badly he though on the wing back and forth he just hoped his distraction would not warrant teasing when he got back to base. As he knew he was a bad dancer but for Khaat he would endure it . He kept this up till he could dance no more, jumping from the wing he ran around knocking over tool chests and cans spilling oil across the floor. He howled again, hoping Michael would hear his distraction or catch it on the security cameras as he moved to get Khaat. He ducked as one guard jumped for him and missed landing in a pile of old tyres that sat stacked in a corner. A second ran at him, but slipped on the oil, skidding on his butt right under jack who just grinned as the man continued under him to hit the far wall behind him.

Several more tried to catch him but failed, as he ran and jumped around the garage . Every time he saw them look like they would leave he would do something to get them back. Diving for the man who now lay out cold he untangled the chocks swinging them over his head like num chucks and howling again. He heard one man say he looked like a mental patient and he felt he had to leave it at that for now, knowing it would be easy for him to escape that way.

Michael stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, looking at the young man, who, right now, despite the stealth and the danger, had the eyes of a small boy who was desperate for news of his father. Michael looked at Hiss. "I buggered that, didn't I, Hiss?" he asked. The end of the rope nodded at him and then pointed sharply at Rob. Michael understood. Rob deserved to know.

"Your father is a friend of mine, Rob. Well, of ours. He was part of the mates I had at Hogwarts. He told me of your time in Azkaban when I saw him last. I am sorry. He...has..or rather, had...his reasons for not wanting you to know what became of him. I was sworn from the time he disappeared never to reveal what became of him. We all were. I will tell you everything. I promise," he said very gently. "Rob, I know you have a million questions. And rightfully so, but right now, your wife is in mortal danger. Shall we go get her, then?" His voice was very gentle. Rob had never known, but Michael had known most of what had happened in the lives of the Dent children directly because of Joe Dent. Well, there was more than that for them to know when they were ready.

Michael picked up his pack, now that Hiss had resettled into it. He opened the hatch to the elevator that waited in the cellar, and dropped down into the elevator car. He flicked his wand to open the doors and was surprised to see Jen dropping out of the airshaft and making her way towards them down the hallway. He snapped his fingers once, and the muggle surveilance cameras disconnected themselves.

"We have 30 seconds, max, Boys and Girls," he said. "Let's move. FInd her--Now!"

Jack moved around the room laughing wildly he ran into a room and closed the door behind him holding it he laughed at the men trying to get in after him as he saw a second door but as he moved to it the window that sat in the door broke showering him with shards one embedded in his back but he kept going dodging the hand of one man as it swiped at him threw it.

Quickly he dove for the second door and back out into the garage now he knew al the guards were after him as he ran down the corridors slamming the doors and shouting at the top of his voice like a mad man .

“hope your not long coz I can’t keep this up” he thought to himself as he was grabbed by a guard turning he felt the mans arm snap and he fell back against the wall forcing the shard deeper into his shoulder his shirt now stained with blood as he ran he knew it was untraceable as his wear side made it look like animal not human as such no DNA trace, witch he was glad of.

What he was not glad of was how tired he now felt because of it he forced himself to stop letting the catch up a little “come on you got to move faster than that or are you that out of shape” he mocked them all laughing wildly and howling again as he ran around them once more his eyes flashing from brown to yellow as he found his were side loving the torment he gave the men .

Suddenly a shot rang out the bullet bounce close to his hand and he turned growling deeply at the man who had fired running over he grabbed his gun and snapped it , looking him in the eyes Jack laughed knocking him to land inside an empty metal container.

The descent into chaos was swift and the Dent siblings preformed a swift in-out job. Jen removed the knife from her boot and threw it, taking some skin off of the dogs back. It yelped and scampered away. Jen watched the animal with a triumphant smile before jumping out and engaging Khaat’s captor in a duel. Rob, ever being the one that cared about self preservation, ducked his head down and ran into the room. He was careful in the way’ he handled Khaat, making sure to take her pulse and other vitals before administering the calming draught that he’d mixed with a bit of sleeping draught. It would put her to sleep for now. Rob gathered Khaat up in his arms and turned on his heel, Apparating out of the cellar. Jen followed shortly behind, both deciding to miss out on the fun of battling her captor longer than need be. Jen hadn’t killed him though, something that frustrated her greatly. Rob didn’t care. He wanted to kill him like he’d killed Tasha, like he was going to kill Gelding and Burke.

Michael had been sickened at the bloody mess his goddaughter had become. She had been lying limp on the floor. MIchael had noticed the uncommon gentleness that Pan had used when he reached her. He did not even question whatever it was in the potion that he fed to Khaat. For some reason, he trusted Rob. He didn't know why. He just did. Khaat collapsed instantly into sleep, and when Rob picked her up, her head fell to rest on Rob's chest as if it had always belonged there, close to his heart.

Michael looked into Khaat's face briefly before Rob left with her. There was something missing there. Something in her spirit that had always been there since the instant she was born. It seemed to be gone now. Like a light gone out. Something precious died. Michael desperately hoped he was wrong, but he said nothing at all. He looked for any evidence that he could use to help get Luther Burke. He found nothing helpful. He let Rob and Jen leave and then turned to Mis.

"Follow closely and we'll get out alright." He simply retraced the way they got in. It was simple work. The young woman had followed him right to the letter and had held herself together through the roughest part--finding her mother in a hell of a mess.

Just as they reached the garage, Michael heard a noise behind him. Several steps behind him, in fact. Gunshots rang out. He turned on his heel from his hiding place behind a stack of wooden shipping crates and saw the Miseria had been caught. She'd been shot multiple times and was laying in a pool of blood. Michael was too far away to help her. And from what he could see, she'd kicked a couple of cans of motor oil that were lying on the garage floor where they had not been earlier. Somehow he never had these issues when he worked alone. Now Khaat's daughter was in a battle for her life. Michael froze for a second, debating on his options.

Jack spun around heard shots he saw a young girl laid on the floor bleeding the same one he had seen back in Michaels office he racked his mind for her name then it cam Miseria, she was Khaat’s daughter and he knew he could not leave her there. Diving for her he scooped her up into his arms and ran to a corner crouching down he covered her with his back as he looked at her brushing her blood soaked hair from her face .


“you should be more careful” he said softly something about her brought back an image of Khaat and his own children. Why he didn’t know but the sounds of men shouting and footsteps passing him brought him back to his mission now with Miseria in his arms he aperated to St. Mongo’s where a nurse came running to him and took her. “look after her she’s the directors daughter” her said stepping back from them his own shoulder only giving a soft throb .

Brian came in, finding that everyone was now gathering there and that Khaat was allegedly here being tended by Robert. That was good, then. He saw a gurney in a hallway with Mis on it, and a few nurses trying to tend it. "Mis!" he flew. Mis was critical. She had lost a massive amount of blo0d. If they didn't take care of her very soon, she would die.

He turned and saw, unquestionably, Jack from behind, with a large piece of glass sticking out of his shoulder. "Come with me. I can fix you in about 60 seconds. And that's about all I've got before I have to go tend to Mis." He barked an order to a nurse in a frighteningly authoritative tone about getting Director Dent's daughter prepared for emergency surgery and taken to the surgery wing immediately.

He motioned to Jack to follow. "You. Come with me. Now," he said, with all the compassion of a drill sargent.

Jack heard Brian's voice his tone beyond disobaying and he sighed but gave a low growl as his lonley act of defiance his eyes looking back at Misaria then to Brian. He couldn't think whether to go or to stay on guard "no my job doesn't end because im hurt " he said and stood his ground but the throb in his shoulder sent him sighing "ok I can't do it with this shoulder anyway" he said holding it as he moved to an examination room.

"make it quick i'd like to get back to guard duty" he said sliding off his shirt as best he could as he flt the warmsesation of his own blood run down his back .

"You're not in charge," Brian said with a quiet voice but with an iron firmness. "The last I knew I still outranked you." He got out the necessary equipment and laid his hand on Jack's back, numbing his back and his shoulder. He used his skills, just as Robert had taught him to remove the very large jagged piece of glass. Then he used his wand to seal the wound. He took a few precautions, though, and taped a large gauze patch over the site. "It shouldn't even seep now. It looks very good. But I put a patch on it just in case. Now sit still and let them clean you up. You're a mess." He called a nurse in and asked for a fresh shirt. A second one came in while Brian stood guard over Jack to make sure he settled down, as the nurse cleaned Jack up. The first nurse brought in a plain blue t shirt from the fitness center downstairs. Brian tossed it to Jack.

"Put that on. Your shirt is a mess. And then, if you feel up to it, you can keep a guard on Khaat's door while I take Mis up to surgery. Khaat is your client, not Robert. You got that? Robert can look after himself. You take care of her. Make sure she is never alone. You have even one question with that?"

Jack winced slightly and nodded as he felt the shard leave his shoulder and Brian patch him up he watched the nurse bring a clean shirt and he took it as he listened to Brian "yes sir " he said his last word acentualted , why he didn't know all he knew was he felt like he was angry, as if his wear side was fighting his human half again and he hated it.

Standing he moved to the door slipping on his shirt but his head hung down not looking at Brian , he opened his mouth to say something but closed it as if undecided what to say. He instead headed for Khaats room to stand guard his head still down .