Post by Trevor Williams on Aug 12, 2012 13:56:11 GMT -8
18th December 2011
12:01 a.m.
He'd been awake since 7:00 this morning, and what a day it had been. Finding out his daughters had been kidnapped was not how he had planned to start his day. Organizing the investigation and then doing some investigating of his own was not how he had planned to spend his day. Intercepting that damn letter that had sparked his private investigations had not been part of the plan either. It still angered him that girl had not come to the proper authorities regarding her dream. If she had, perhaps this could have been avoided. Perhaps he would be asleep in his bed with both his daughters safely tucked in their beds. But no, she waited until it came true then freaked out. What the hell?
Trevor ran his hand through his hair, which was unkempt from the constant motion. Who else could he use as a resource? Teague, yes, but he didn't want to deal with Teague right now. He knew. It was hard not to know after the special release of the Daily Prophet. For all Trevor knew he was already doing some of his own investigating. He'd deal with Teague tomorrow. No, now he needed to think of someone else, someone else who might have known something. But who? Julia certainly hadn't. She would have come to him. Then again, maybe she would. Something for someone else, though. This one was too close to home, and he would be apt to kill whomever he next encountered. Julia was too valuable for that, much too valuable. He would talk to her himself eventually.
Who, then?
Not Julia but....Wilkinson! Yes, Wilkinson. And he would send Teague to take care of Julia tomorrow. That meeting she'd been part of, the one Wilkinson had given him an inadequate memory repeating.... It needed investigating on both sides. Julia's would be more profitable, but he was not in the mood to deal with anymore slaves. No, slaves were frustrating, too easy to manipulate. He needed to go to Wilkinson. Wilkinson would be his punching bag, one that would give him the answers he needed. O'Donnell had known nothing of import, nothing that could help with identifying the mysterious rat man. Either the rat man was not Order or O'Donnell simply didn't know the person.
Wilkinson had to know more about that whole memory he'd shared. He'd received straight from the source, and the source must have had a guess or an opinion. He had to have. Trevor grabbed his wand off the dinner table disapparated, quickly appearing in an alley in London. He knew where Wilkinson's headquarters were. Teague had found him that. So, he would head there. Unless the man had fled or was out of town, it was the most likely place to find the man and take him by surprise. So, he headed there, utilizing skills that had long since been abandoned in favor of a political, family-centered life. Thankfully, he'd bothered with keeping in shape or he might not have fared as well as he did.
After circling the building and looking for exit and entrance points, he decided his best bet would be to enter the building. Risky, perhaps, but he didn't care. He'd had to take bigger risks while under Voldemort, particularly with a group of diplomats. The risks usually didn't set in until after the deed was done anyway. If he simply acted normal, as though he had important business, he would do fine, especially now, given his position at the head of the government. Unless he had muggles. Then, he would have to run on sheer intimidation to warrant their silence.
Trevor headed to the front of the building once again after having explored the perimeter and gave a wave of his wand. "Finite incantatem," he stated, hoping it would be enough if the man had some sort of charm that alerted him when this building received visitors. Once inside, he encountered a woman behind a receptionist desk. Seemed the man wanted eyes to ensure he wasn't able to be snuck up on around the clock. After a quick use some persuasion techniques, he was permitted up with assurance her boss would not be alerted to his presence.
With that, the man headed up to Wilkinson's quarters, using his lightest step and a silencing charm in hopes it would keep any unwanted sounds from being made by his feet. He kept his back to the wall with the fewest doors as he walked, his wand drawn and eyes ever searching for any sign of the man. Finally, he reached the only room left to search. He paused, standing there a moment before slowly and quietly turning the door handle, keeping hold to avoid sound before slowly pushing it ajar. He stilled again, looking through to see where the man was. He slowly released the door handle to avoid unwanted noise before stilling himself, taking a slow, deep breath. Without another thought, he burst in, heading straight for the man. If he was in luck, the element of surprise would be in his favor, and he would have the man by the throat against the floor or wall (depending upon his position) before he knew what had happened or could grab for his own wand.
((Let me know if anything needs to be changed.))