Subject: Agent Mia was always ready to fight.
Posted on: 2016-05-05 20:43:52 UTC

Agent Michael was a bit more hesitant.

"Are you sure about this, Mia?" he asked, peeking out from behind the tables they'd set up as a tiny stronghold. "We could just leave. The door's right there."

Mia hurled an apple--they had captured a bag of them from the food line--at an exceptionally pale girl across the room, grinning as her mark fell. Then she turned to her partner with a flat look behind her sunglasses. "Just like you, Greenie," she said, hefting another apple. "This is a war zone. There's no leaving until the war's done."

Michael peeked out again in glum silence. They were, in fact, blocking the door with four tables set out in a rough square. He could have left easily. But it was best not to anger Mia--especially when she had ammunition so close at hand. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and took out a Muggle-use wand. Maybe he could Stupefy everyone and end the fight that way. I just want some lunch, he thought, stomach growling. A mass of sticky mac and cheese, molded like a snowball, took him in the shoulder. That is not what I meant, he silently told the Ironic Overpower.


Reply Return to messages