Wizards vs Muggles Interludum: Operation Sartre

RAF Minton

Scotland

0600 Hours

The barracks was typically a quiet place at 0600 hours. The other OCCULUS team was on duty, so the team had used this as a chance to grab some shut-eye. The room was dark and silent save for the occasional shifting.

This was rudely interrupted by Warren's phone lighting up like a flashlight and loudly declaring with its ringtone that someone was calling him.

Unknown Location

London

0730 Hours

The safehouse where Lita lived was relatively comfortable, but sometimes it got tiresome being cooped up inside all day. And it was impossible to keep a teenage girl away from her internet devices for too long, anyway. Lita had risen early this morning, and, left with nothing to do, stepped outside. As her phone established a connection, it made a noise to indicate it had received a text message. It was from Mr. Clark, timestamped an hour and a half ago, roughly. It read:

edited 27th Jul '13 10:27:28 PM by Wysp

Lita paused, trying to remember where that was, and disapparated. She apparated by the trees a block or so away, and walked over to the Lancaster Terrace, looking for Clark.

RAF Minton

A pillow flew with impeccable aim towards Warren's head. Ruadhrí silently turned away, covering his head with the duvet, attempting in vain to go back to sleep.

Olivia woke up with a groan, grabbed a pen and notepad, and wrote: To Do: Rig all OCCULUS devices with explosives so that they'll explode on any idiot stupid enough to allow them to make noise at she paused to check her watch, and the writing got significantly messier, SIX O'CLOCK IN THE [Illegible] MORNING.

Then, without any warning, she fell back asleep, head resting on the pen and notepad, almost-hypocritically-loud snores filling up the room once again.

RAF Minton

Warren instantly killed the ringtone and sat up, he had been laying awake in bed for the last hour or so, and the sudden phone call provided him a reason to get out and stretch his legs. Silently flipping Rudy the bird as he walked by, Warren headed outside to get some privacy.

"What is it?"

edited 28th Jul '13 12:15:21 PM by Kino

RAF Minton

Scotland

0600 Hours

"It's Clark. I need you to get here quickly." Warren could hear that Clark's voice was terse, panicked. "Grab whoever you can, I need you to get here ASAP. I'm at the Lancaster London, you can probably grab a taxi or a map or something. Just get here!"

RAF Minton

"OK, I'm on my way; I'll round up the team." max said as he rubbed the remnants of sleep out of his eyes. "Let me guess, this isn't officially sanctioned is it?

RAF Minton

"No—I-I guess you don't have to come but it's kinda critical and there's no time to explain. I think you might be able to catch a cargo flight down south, that should cut your travel time down."

RAF Minton

"Alright man, we'll come check it out; keep me posted if anything comes up." Warren said as he checked his watch. "See you in London."

Walking back into the Minton barracks, Warren went down the aisles rousing the various members of his team; some more rough than others. Walking by Olivia's bed, he gave it a few sharp kicks before walking over to an empty chair.

"Hey, word just came in, and a friend of ours needs help. Now it's not exactly sanctioned by higher, so it's on a voluntary basis; that's all I can tell you. Speak freely."

Groggily, Ruadhrí sat up in the bed, wiping sleep from his eye.
"Ugh, what friend? If it's not sanctioned by higher up, doesn't that mean we'd be going AWOL?"

RAF Minton

"It's our mutual friend Mr. Clark." Warren replied. "And as for the AWOL issue, one of the perks of working for an organization that technically doesn't exist is the fact that we don't always operate like a normal unit. We do good work, and they invested way too much money to bench us, if anything our friends in the CIA can cover for us."

Ruadhrí yawned, and nodded his head.
"Great, normal rules don't apply to us. Though I'm gonna assume we'll be doing this unarmed, right? Unless we're in Switzerland, gun laws are tight."

Minton

"O'Conner, you realize we're n the middle of a war right?" Warren said with a glare. "Take what you need but pack light, we're tossing our shit in a toughbox and we're flying out soon. I need an answer from all of you."

"At this early, you're lucky I'm not calling you Mom and asking for five more minutes." He fired back, as he began to get dressed, a non-verbal way of saying yes.

'Minton

"Well I don't have any kids and I don't plan on having any right now." Warren replied. "So hurry up and grab your shit or you're not getting breakfast.

Minton
"Dad always told me you never plan anything, just nod and say "Yes, Honey."."
Ruadhrí did however, pick up the pace on getting dressed.

Alex finally sat up in his cot and blinked a few times, apparently thinking to himself. "If we're supposed to be incognito, I know just the thing" Alex muttered, and got up to go find something he had used in a previous mission.

edited 28th Jul '13 6:09:40 PM by FirockFinion

Did We Mention Minton?

Several groans were ignored as Olivia slowly woke up once more, lest her bed be destroyed. She listened to the conversation for a moment before asking the most obvious question.

"Does unsanctioned mean no hazard pay?" she piped up, "And, for that matter, will you even be needing a medic? Because if not, it's really freaking early and I don't want to lose the war just because Charlie Spellslinger slept in 'til eight while we ran around like morons at an ungodly hour." She paused, an added, "And after this long, I mean ungodly."

edited 28th Jul '13 8:24:59 PM by RenaTheArchmage

Minton? Never heard of it

"Miss Brown..." Warren said tersely as he ran his fingers through his hair- noticing a few greys coming in. "I'm not sure if you understand the kind of unit you're in right now. Our countries spend ungodly amounts of money to train and equip us, so we can go out thee and do bad things to bad people. So if the idea of getting up early to run an op is too much for you, let me know and I can have you transferred to somewhere where you can sleep till noon."

"And seeing as how I occasionally shoot people, a second medic would be desirable."

London

United Kingdom

0800 Hours

As Clark had said, they were able to catch a ride on a cargo plane headed south, avoiding the seven-hour drive from Minton to London, and they caught a taxi into the city. They arrived a few minutes after Lita, and spotted her

in the hotel lobby. Clark was nowhere to be found.

edited 28th Jul '13 8:38:45 PM by Wysp

London

"Hey kiddo, why am I not surprised?" Warren said as he tossed her a pack of cookies. "Where's Clark?"

"No idea." Lita said, looking around she caught the cookies, surprised. "...Are these poisoned?"

"What, you think I would poison a child? " Warren asked in mock surprise. "You wound me."

"We grabbed them for Clark. He was supposed to meet us here" Alex said from just behind Warren. Alex was once again in his 'tourist' outfit, with a somewhat familiar camera box held at his side.

"Wouldn't you poison a child?" Olivia asked, eyes trained on the cookies. Why didn't she get cookies? Another reason to dislike Lita, honestly. Cookies.

"I mean," she continued, it'd look better than overtly killing them. It's sneakier."

She paused, realized this was an odd comment to make under the circumstances and cleared her throat. "Ahem, right," she began again, "so, uh. What needs shooting or stitching, if people are done not telling me things?"

edited 29th Jul '13 7:30:09 PM by RenaTheArchmage