The Minister had just FIRED him.

This was complete and utter nonsense. What in Merlin's beard did the man think he was doing. Recard had been with Magical Transportation for nearly 10 years now and had helped shape the bloody level into the well-oiled machine it was today. Now he was sending in some broad who would no doubt run the place into the ground. Evander Bole had something to do with this for sure, he just had to work through a puppet like Greingoth.

Armen had Apparated to the short hallway just outside his office where there were still a few vogue gumballs from Cyryl's broken gumball machine that doubled as the distraction that allowed him to escape. The man definately deserved a raise.

When the door to Armen's office was swung open the man's mood only worsened. He stood in the door way and looked in at the destroyed room that was once his work space. "You've got to be bloody JOKING me!?" There was a large whole in the wall where his filing cabinets used to be, his desk had had all the papers and files shoved off onto the floor, his chairs and coffee table had been shoved every which way and part of his ceiling was on the ground. Well at least someone had destroyed Cultist evidence.

He wasn't cleaning this up. He pulled out his wand and shrunk down his drink cabinet, took the remaining knick-knacks from his desk and then shoved the shruken items into his jacket pocket. He was going to leave a note out on the Announcements Board before he left but then he was going HOME.

With one more disappointed look around the room that was once his office, Armen closed the door and headed out into level six.