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Maine nodded. Oh, it was that guy.

Checking the form over, she stifled a laugh and grinned. Armani.

"I'll be riiiiight back!" she said before walking quickly to Armen's office.

Kaishu bowed his head and did one of those gentlemen salutes, complete with fancy arm movement, as she walked away.

Hmm...now what to do while he waited? How silly of him to even second guess himself. Kaishu flopped himself down on one of the rather comfy looking sofas and removed his wand from his boot holster before twirling it rather extravagantly in the air to conjure a guitar and pick.

Might as well get in some playing while he waiting, right?

Was that music coming from someone on his level? He hadn't remembered having it played in the office for some reason but it did sound nice. Rounding the corner following Maine, Armen saw the man sitting on the couch.

Quickly, Armen sized up the man and his attire compared to his own grey dress pant, white dress shirt, and red tie. Walking closer to the man he smiled his winning smile and held a hand out to shake the man's. "Hello there I'm Armen Recard, Department Head of Magical Transportation. What can I do for you today?" He said still a bit wary of who the man is.

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Was that music coming from someone on his level? He hadn't remembered having it played in the office for some reason but it did sound nice. Rounding the corner following Maine, Armen saw the man sitting on the couch.

Quickly, Armen sized up the man and his attire compared to his own grey dress pant, white dress shirt, and red tie. Walking closer to the man he smiled his winning smile and held a hand out to shake the man's. "Hello there I'm Armen Recard, Department Head of Magical Transportation. What can I do for you today?" He said still a bit wary of who the man is.

Oh, not Armani. Kaishu still wanted to call this man that just because the name was now sticking with him. His hair was telling him to call the man Armani, and what the hair said was always law. Still, it would be poor form to use the incorrect name right after being introduced.

"Pleasure," Kaishu responded as he stood up and threw his guitar back over his shoulder. Hmm...he needed a new strap. Maybe that drumstick store in Diagon Alley sold them too. Kaishu shook the man's arm firmly. "Kaishu Shiradou from Environmental. I was sent to request some emergency portkeys for my department." He handed over the forms.

SPOILER!!: tadaaaaaaaaa

Name: Kaishu Shiradou
Drop Location: 8 in total

England:: Northumberland & Cornwall
Scotland:: Cairngorms & Scottish Highlands
Ireland:: Mourne Mountains & Killarney
Wales:: Snowdonia & Brecon Beacons

Purpose: emergerncy use
Approximate Number of Passengers: (OOC: I actually have no clue)
Other Notes: to be used bythe Environmental Rangers Office & Habitat Managers

Armen smiled again at the man with the guitar wondering whether or not if he was a Ministry employee or a magical version of those Muggle street performers that stood around on the streets of london playing for money--he was not going to oblige to this man. Luckily he wasn't going to have too, and even more luckily, the man was from Environmental. He really didn't enjoy those people.

"Ah well Kaishu--may I call you Kaishu?" he said shaking the man's hand vigorously. "Well again welcome to Level six, we are always welcoming folks liek you from Environmental. Rafa and I have been working together for a while and both of us are sympathetic to the same issues." he nodded again.

"Oh you do?" he took the forms and looked them over breifly. "Exellent, they should be ready for you in about a day or so. Will you let Rafa know that I will have them sent down to your level?"

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Armen smiled again at the man with the guitar wondering whether or not if he was a Ministry employee or a magical version of those Muggle street performers that stood around on the streets of london playing for money--he was not going to oblige to this man. Luckily he wasn't going to have too, and even more luckily, the man was from Environmental. He really didn't enjoy those people.

"Ah well Kaishu--may I call you Kaishu?" he said shaking the man's hand vigorously. "Well again welcome to Level six, we are always welcoming folks liek you from Environmental. Rafa and I have been working together for a while and both of us are sympathetic to the same issues." he nodded again.

"Oh you do?" he took the forms and looked them over breifly. "Exellent, they should be ready for you in about a day or so. Will you let Rafa know that I will have them sent down to your level?"

Only if I can call you Armani, Kaishu thought. Stating such would probably not look too good considering this was the first time that he and the man had met, but sometimes his filtering system just didn't go up fast enough. Instead, he nodded to the being called Kaishu. Perfectly fine. They were colleagues after all. "Thank you, nice to be here," he supposed. He hadn't ever really thought about heading into Transportation before to be completely honest and he found all this poster putting up and orders handed down by Borr to be ridiculous and very suspicious.

"I will be sure to deliver the message," he nodded, flipping his hair for a moment just to emphasize that it WAS indeed perfect today. Kaishu still wasn't sure WHY they needed emergency portkeys, at least not why they needed them right now.

Armen continued to smile at the man akwardly for another minute or two, thinking in his head why the guy had a guitar with him in the first place. He had been thinking so hard about that and continuing to smile brightly that he almost didn't hear the guy say he was going to be sure to pass that message along to Rafa.

"Ah well yes, that is good to hear. Do come back and visit us here anytime." he said holding his hand out to shake again. "And we will get those Porkeys down to you guys shortly!" Inter-departmental tasks were always so nice.

"Thought you'd never ask..." Isobel smirked. Oh. Her Apparition skills were really getting a work out today. It felt good, especially after not having her license for a while. Grinning up at Wes, she apparated them from level one, to level six. Perfect. The pair reappeared in the waiting area, and Isobel looked around instantly. Nothing out of the ordinary really. "I doubt Armen will be here..." She mused, looking a little disappointed.

Wes smirked too, letting go of her hand and flicking out his wand as soon as they arrived. He took a few steps into the waiting area and looked around, shaking his head as he glanced back at Izzy.

"He's not right right here, probably not right now, anyway," he mused, "but that's no reason not to pay his office a little visit! Shall we?"

Aww. No more hand holding? Isobel shook her head. "Only holding my hand in public are we Ferguson?" She grinned at him. She didn't mind at all, because really hand holding probably would become a disadvantage. You know. If they got ambushed. Isobel didn't really think that would happen though. This level only housed transportation after all. They only had portkeys really.

Armen's office? "It's like you can read my mind." The blonde auror smirked at him. She knew Armen's office inside out, unless he had changed it. "Of course." Perfect way to start looking at this level.

The golden labrador had followed the scent into MT, and subsequently the waiting area. She snorted. It was getting stronger, which meant Wrekin was close. Lights barked loudly to alert Ebony and Ben to her position, and bounded towards Recard's office. She was fairly sure Wrekin was in there, with a lot more people.
Lights was feeling murderous as far as Alexander Wrekin was concerned. She had a suspicion about what that Cruciatus Curse had done to her unborn baby, and she was fighting back tears as it was.

Ben had been popping into different parts ofthe ministry in a search for Lights and Ebony, he'd lost the cultist who had been on his tail. But they'd be back, he flew into MT he could've sworn he'd heard the bark of a dog... And there se was, "Lights, is Wreckin in there?" he asked, tenderly touching his swollen face, disregarding the purple pus that wad oozing from it. "Sorry about that back there," he apologised to the dog.

Lights took one look at Ben's face and transformed into human form. "What the hell happened to you?!" she asked, walked over to him and taking out a packet of tissues. "You're not going in there in this state ... what spell did it?" She'd never seen anything like it, but she took out her wand anyway. She wished Ethan were present, he was great at healing spells. "Who was tailing you back there?" she asked, wiping a tissue gently over Ben's cheek. She was a trained professional at healing minor injuries - i.e., she was a mother. Sometimes both descriptions fit the job.

Ben hissed in pain as Lights began cleaning up his wound. "Thanks," he muttered, "But I have to go in, I can't just leave you and Ebony. Its not something I do."
Ben winced slightly when she asked about the cultist, "He was an American cultist. I single handedly brought down their empire when I was in the American Ministry." he explained. "They have been slowly rebuilding themselves, but they want revenge. They've been after me for some time now, they found me at one point that's when I was away for 3 months." he said. "They have now found me again, or at least one of them did. I had to dispose of him." he winced, Ben had killed in cold blood before and he didn't like that he'd had to do it again. "They'll be back though." he shuddered slightly.

Ebony entered the waiting area with his wand in hand. That Wrekin person was the SECOND person who had escaped from Ebony right under his wand! Ebony would not let this one escape, however...

He said quickly "All right, let's go in."

But just one look at Ben, and he asked "You all right Ben? Is there another Cultist around?"

Lights waved a hand at Ebony, trying to concentrate. "Hold still," she told Ben, tapping her wand at his cuts, cleaning off the purple pus so she could get a look at the injury. "I think they'd have it sorted in there anyway," she continued, waving her wand and making a bottle of antiseptic appear in mid-air. She caught it and poured some on a tissue. "Our job is to find Cultists, not to concentrate on a particular one. There are a lot of people in that office, and I don't think they'll let Wrekin go. We need to find the others; Provel and such." Where that slippery eel had gone was a mystery ... "This might sting a little," she warned, just before putting the tissue on Ben's cut face. "Do you think any more of your American cultist people will be back?" she asked. If those guys were going to hinder their progress ...
She glanced at Ebony. "We need to look for the other cultists," she decided. "Back where we started. Forget Wrekin. Although I'd love to have a piece of him to duel," she added savagely, thinking of her baby.

Ben's face was contorted in pain, but he could feel it healing. He nodded in agreement, "If we've lost Wreckin, then we have to find either him or track down others who could potentially know where he is." he winced again.
"They won't be back for now..." Ben said, "It's not in their best interests to draw too much attention to themselves, they're probably plotting their next attack right now." he tried to smile, "We have to concentrate at the task at hand now. I can't bring you all into this, I've got to face them on my own. They will be back, don't doubt that for now."

As if by coincedence, a small burst of purple fire appeared before their eyes, and a small note floated from it reading...

You've escaped for now, but we'll be back...

"I haven't lost Wrekin," said Lights, slightly annoyed. Her tracking abilities were as good as ever, thank you very much. She was about to say as much when the purple fire and note appeared. She caught it almost as she saw it. Her reflexes had gotten quicker since becoming an animagus. "Cheery," she said, eyebrows raised. "And as for facing them on your own, Ben, forget it. Like it or not, we're now friends. If you're going to become a target, I want in on it." Lights had nothing to lose, now Naomi was gone. She was feeling that reckless high she always got after being a dog for extended periods of time. "I'm not moving until you stop speaking in riddles and tell me everything," she continued, folding her arms and fixing Ben with her notorious Look - a glare that had never failed on anybody yet.

To Lights he said "They may have already caught him, but I would rather err on the side of caution. We can't know for sure, and it is dangerous to assume. We can't assume that others have caught him, team four are the ones sent to get him. I will be checking it out, and maybe to give help to those fighting him."

He looked at Ben. "There are American Cultists here?" Then he saw the note. "Someone should inform Bole right away."

Ben sighed tiredly, he'd been through a lot in the past months and he just needed a well deserved rest, maybe treat his wife to dinner or something. "The last thing I wanted, was to drag any of you into this." he said. "But I don't really want to get into it..." he stopped talking at Lights' glare. Meep... "If I stopped talking in riddles, then there'd be no mystery to me would there?" he said, not giving any hints away.

"There were American Cultists here," Ben turned to Ebony, "We don't need to alert anyone about this, apart from the Anerican ministry." he said calmly. "there are enough british Cultists here, we don't need to be causing a scene with talk of the Americans okay?" Ben could not anyone else involved in this, this was his fight.

Lights twisted a strand of her hair around her finger, dropping the Look. Her next plan of attack was a hit with the Cute Eyes - she'd almost perfected that one, although she preferred the Look - but realised she needed to focus on what was happening with their British cultists, not ones from across the pond. "Okay, you win for now," she conceded with a sigh. She wanted to get back on the trail anyway.
She turned to Ebony. "Good idea. So you go in, and we'll search the Ministry." She rubbed her nose. "If the others smell anything like Wrekin, I shouldn't have any trouble tracking them down. The guy smells so strongly of poodle I'd swear he's an animagus too." Now there was a creepy thought ...

Ebony stared at Ben for a few seconds, as if trying to decide something. "All right...if you think there is no current threat, then let's focus on the British Cultists." He left it unsaid that if there WAS a threat, then Ben should immediately inform Bole. The last thing they needed was for Cultist back-up to come in from behind. Ben did seem to be a smart wizard however, Ebony doubted he would do anything rash.

To Lights he nodded and ran into the office.

OOC: This post was before my post inside the office.

IC: Ebony charged out of the room

Lights couldn't help herself thinking Go Ebony! as he left them to go kick some Cultist butt. "Send a patronus if you need a tracker!" she called after him. She turned to Ben. "Let's go." She changed into animagus form, the transformation smoother than the first time. After doing it a few times in one day, the transformation were always less stingy and slightly quicker.
Lights felt that sharp pain dig into her abdomen again as she transformed, and she couldn't help letting out a whimper. She made a mental note to get herself checked at St Mungo's when this was over.

Georgie walked in.. it was a nice room a few magazines here and there.
She headed towards the table and signed her name:
Georgie Lawson
Muggle item research.

It was her first day... what should she do?
She sat on a chair and began to read the daily prophet

Maine's walk was confident, bouncy even, as she stepped into the elevator. Possibly more so when it arrived at Level 6 with a ping an da cool voice announcing her arrival.

Yadda. Yadda. Maine knew what level 6 was, she'd worked here! Moving forward in her heels, she came to a stop at the counter. "Hi there," she smiled brightly. Maybe she was hanging around Gabi too much lately... "Is Holli Lewis -Sorry, I meant Holli Weasley- here?" she asked.

Yeah, cause if Holli didn't get out soon, they'd miss their shopping date. And they were supposed to go pick up that baby stroller today. Holli? Where are you?

A grey weasel bounded into the room, stopping beside the woman called Maine.
A woman's voice came out of it, sounding urgent. 'Maine, I'm going into premature labour. Please come. Rupert's House.'
Maine would know who had sent it, her friend, Holli, who was eight months and a bit pregnant.
The weasel shifted suddenly and it was gone, just like that.