Tonight had definitely not been SAVIOR’s night. It was supposed to be a routine extraction. Go in, grab the kid and disappear. Too bad no one had informed the nut case pureblood supremacists that they were supposed to going out to a friend’s place like they normally did every Thursday for the past 2 months, rather than having their friends come over instead. By the time his fellow agents had figured out their intel was bad, Cesare was already inside, a 12 year old on his back, and wand to wand with one of the houses better duelists who had recognized him as an undesirable.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how one looked at it, the pair managed an escape by bailing out of an open second story window. However, since Ces had been trying to keep the pair from being Advada Kedavra’d, he wasn’t concentrating on a safe landing. The kid had ended up with a broken leg, and he was pretty sure he either popped his shoulder out or at the very least, twisted it bad enough he could hardly feel his fingers on his left hand. Injuries, though, were the last thing on his mind. Injured as they were, he could at least still run. And run he did, kid hanging on in some mockery of a piggy back ride until he reached the boundary that marked the extent of the anti-apperation ward. It wasn’t pretty, but Ces first apperation had landed them 30 miles or so from the houses location and gave him some much needed breathing room and time to figure out a plan.
Cesare knew he didn’t have much time. The kid was obviously in a lot of pain what with the death grip he currently had around Ces’ shoulders and neck; though he had to give the boy credit as the kid tried to hold back the sobs and settled for silent tears for the time being. Ces looked over his should and tried to catch the boys eyes. ”It’ll be alright MIkey. One more apperation and we can get you fixed up alright. Then we can find your mum and dad.” The kids silent nod and whispered ‘ok’ was enough to let the SAVIOR agent know he’d be alright for the time being. With any luck his words would prove true and everything would work out in the end and the other agents he had started the mission with had got the kids parents out.
But what to do now? He couldn’t risk returning to London or the Riordan’s safe house for the next few days. Surely the Imperium Guards would be extra critical of those coming through the check points. Sezja was right out since her place had been compromised a while ago…. He couldn’t take the boy to the Order safe house… So where could they hole up for a day or two? After a moment of thought, a slight smirk made its way onto his face. There was one place he could try… hopefully she was still holing up in Glasgow.
One quick apperation later had him standing in front of a familiar looking house… or at least what he thought looked familiar. A quick glance around, showed the street to be empty and he took another deep breath and apperated them inside to where he prayed the living room was and that the feisty part veela wouldn’t kill him with a spell (if she got a hold of a wand) or something more muggle. Last time he had been here that was the only way to get in according to Bri. ”Bri? Bri, are you here? I need your help”