#weed confiscated by rats

[clown-town-amusement-park]

Nothing is safe if it's put in-range of a rat's cage, not edibles nor clothes.

[mushi-shield]

[Verse 1] They're angry that they will never shut me up I'm making more noise Turn me up or turn me down It's your choice Black lives only matter when they got a corpse to exploit Cause the media made millions off of protests for George Floyd That's called ad revenue They make cash selling you All the crap and the Ads when they broadcast news, ooh The network full of liars Got investment capital and segments sponsorеd by Pfizer And the freedom fighters I feel likе the left just plants them To infiltrate the right its extensive planning Then it happens overnight it's impressive branding Making a million off of shirts that say Let's Go Brandon It's a cash grab Everyone's a lab rat Amazon made billions of dollars from sanitizer and black masks And that's that Funny how the terrorist's who attack Always come from places that are oil rich and have gas Democrats they don't give a damn What is this about? Our military trapped in the middle east can't get them out Heroes are the ones who have the constitution written down Y'all are using hero while describing Kyle Rittenhouse

[Pre-Chorus]

One cent, two cent, three cents, four We get less and they get more Bought and sold since we were born They want money We want war

[Chorus]

Dirty dollars fill their pockets While our coffins fill the ground They make profits solving problems They create to keep us down Dirty money (cha-ching) Dirty money I don't want your dirty money [Verse 2] They might kill me for this song it’s all classified intelligence Don't need to go to war to secretly be gettin' benefits When Russia launches rockets we condemn them, but there's evidence A U.S. politician owns the screws they're assembled with Ain't no war on drugs it's economic You make money off an inmate, every jail cell is profit Our prisons are privately owned Illegal marijuana just means kids smoking weed Turn the dollars in their pockets Let's be honest domestic threats ain't a comparison To nuclear powers who hate the west it's embarrassing Still we label Truckers in the convoy as terrorists And confiscate donations we have no idea where it is A pipeline leaks, price of gas goes higher Stock market crash, everybody get's fired Economy is weak while we're trying to beat a virus One trillion dollars in debt to China We celebrate the smallest battles we're winning So that they can publish the headline that's' gonna' fuel the vision But if we champion the crumbs, then its crumb's that we’re givin' We don't make any progress, we're stuck at the beginning [Pre-Chorus] One cent, two cent, three cents, four We get less and they get more Bought and sold since we were born They want money We want war [Chorus] Dirty dollars fill their pockets While our coffins fill the ground They make profits solving problems They create to keep us down Dirty money (cha-ching) Dirty money I don't want your dirty money [Bridge] It's all about the money, money, money, money, money Not enough soap to scrub it's soaked in blood It's all about the money, money, money, money, money Every time we make a buck, they take from us It's all about the money, money, money, money, money The dollar runs our lives until we die It's all about the money, money, money, money, money It controls your mind and it controlling mine [Chorus] Dirty dollars fill their pockets While our coffins fill the ground They make profits solving problems They create to keep us down Dirty money (cha-ching) Dirty money I don't want your dirty money

[wanderer-chronicles]

They're angry that they'll never shut me up, I'm making more noise

Turn me up or turn me down, it's your choice

Black lives only matter when they got a corpse to exploit

'Cause the media made millions off the protests for George Floyd

That's called ad revenue, they make cash selling you

All the crap and the ads when they broadcast news, ooh

The network full of liars

Got investment capital and segments sponsored by Pfizer

And the freedom fighters, I feel like the left just plants 'em

To infiltrate the right, it's extensive planning

Then it happens overnight, it's impressive branding

Making a million off of shirts that say, "Let's Go Brandon"

It's a cash grab, everyone's a lab rat

Amazon made billions of dollars from sanitizer and black masks

And that's that funny how the terrorists who attack

Always come from places that are oil rich and have gas

Democrats, they don't give a damn, what is this about?

Our military trapped in the Middle East, can't get 'em out

Heroes are the ones who have the Constitution written down

Y'all are using hero while describing Kyle Rittenhouse

One cent, two cent, three cents, four

We get less and they get more

Bought and sold since we were born

They want money, (we want war)

Dirty dollars fill their pockets while our coffins fill the ground

They make profits solving problems, they create to keep us down

Dirty money (cha-ching)

Dirty money

I don't want your dirty money

They might kill me for this song, it's all classified intelligence

Don't need to go to war to secretly be getting benefits

When Russia launches rockets we condemn 'em, but there's evidence

A US politician owns the screws they're assembled with

Ain't no war on drugs, it's economic

You make money off an inmate, every jail cell is profit

Our prisons are privately owned

Illegal marijuana just means kids smoking weed, turn to dollars in their pockets

Let's be honest, domestic threats ain't a comparison

To nuclear powers who hate the West is embarrassing

Still we label truckers in the convoy as terrorists

And confiscate donations, we have no idea where it is

A pipeline leaks, price of gas goes higher

Stock market crash, everybody gets fired

Economy is weak while we're tryna beat a virus

One trillion dollars in debt to China

We celebrate the smallest battles we're winning

So they can publish the headline that's gonna fuel a division

But if we champion the crumbs, then it's crumbs that we're giving

And we don't make any progress, we're stuck at the beginning

One cent, two cent, three cents, four

We get less and they get more

Bought and sold since we were born

They want money (we want war)

Dirty dollars fill their pockets while our coffins fill the ground

They make profits solving problems, they create to keep us down

Dirty money (cha-ching)

Dirty money

I don't want your dirty money

It's all about the money, money, money, money, money

Not enough soap to scrub, it's soaked in blood

It's all about the money, money, money, money, money

Every time we make a buck, they take from us

It's all about the money, money, money, money, money

The dollar runs our lives until we die

It's all about the money, money, money, money, money

It controls your mind, it ain't controlling mine

Dirty dollars fill their pockets while our coffins fill the ground

They make profits solving problems, they create to keep us down

Dirty money (cha-ching)

Dirty money

I don't want your dirty money

[erintoknow]

everything and nothing

Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

Funding a one-woman revenge mission isn’t cheap. You might work for free but Rosie doesn’t. Or Mortum. Or Marcie. The list goes on. [Feed Me Diamonds]

[Read on AO3]

It was the incident at Joes that gave you the initial idea: you need money to fund your operation. And where is flush with – conveniently untraceable – funds, but Los Diablos’s criminal underground?

Using Jane’s luck to gamble your way through the casino circuit would be suicide. She’d end up in a ditch or worse. But you don’t need to. You’ve got a state-of-the-art power armor suit.

In a way, it’s a return to the old days, to being Sidestep. You could never manage to hold down a job back then, but the guilt over skimming kept you from being able to afford much of anything. So, you know, occasionally when busting a villain’s lair or rounding up drug dealers, maybe some of their funds were… misplaced. It was either that or starve.

Or worse, admit your situation to somebody and ask for help.

But it wasn’t really stealing, was it? The money was probably wrongfully gotten to begin with. And it’s not like the city paid vigilantes.

Whatever. You were stealing the whole time. You can admit it to yourself now. It doesn’t matter who it was from. It was still theft. You’ve always been a liar and a fraud. Those last moments before throwing yourself out a fourth-story window crystalized it for you. People lauding Sidestep as some sort of ‘hero’ when she was barely any better than the people she beat up. She just stuck to the government approved list of acceptable targets.

But if you did it before, you can do it again. You know who the real villains are, and it’s not Larry Ray selling weed at the corner of Market Street.

Once more now, with feeling.

Check the seal on your helmet. The Rat-King curls around you. Paul Howard Koch’s penthouse is in the heart of the city. Technically not inside the bounds of Los Diablos proper itself. More a richie-rich enclave. Great view, above the air pollution, slightly less likely to die in a horrific one-two earthquake/tsunami punch.

To his neighbors on the floors above and below, Mr. Koch is a reclusive retired businessman who made his fortune in the early days of the chaos following the establishment of the Free Economic Zone over southern California. Back when anything really did fly.

And maybe there’s a truth in that.

Or maybe he’s just a self-hyped boost with magnetic powers with the audacity to hide in plain sight who robbed a bunch of banks and also maybe the Rangers HQ one time and okay okay fine, maybe there’s an element of revenge to tonight, so what?

Start with the small ones.

Work your way up.

Getting inside is easy enough. It reminds you of Marconi’s mansion that way. Amazing how much security is just theatre. Wall? Climb over. Guards? Walk between the patrols. CCTV? Oh, what a shame, the woman watching fell asleep at her desk, and oh, the whole system needs to be rebooted now? Technology these days, tsk tsk.

The building doesn’t even have dampeners.

Closing the door to the camera room, you let your hand linger on the doorknob. It takes some finesse to control the Nanovores this tightly but you’re able to collapse the mechanism. They’ll have to break the door down.

You’ve got two targets today. Koch, and his fortune. You know where Koch is. He’s up in his bedroom, half-asleep watching TV. Play the right notes, and he’ll stay that way until you need him.

So, then, where’s the goods?

It’s been, what, a decade since Pennybags was active. Had a big spree robbing banks, culminating in an attack on Rangers HQ. You were – Sidestep was still pretty new to the scene, but even she knew it took some guts to pants the Rangers like that. And then he was never heard from again.

Almost have to admire the restraint of the man. To realize he peaked and it was time to get out. Can’t say it’s an example you intend to follow.

The penthouse is a split-level deal. Whole lot of empty space for a man who lives alone. The second floor and you find his office. Very fancy looking computer. And of course, there’s the password in the middle drawer. Man’s gotten lax. You plug in a USB stick as you log in. Search through the files. Records, transactions. Looks like Mr. Koch has been busy in his ‘retirement.’ Blackmail material? Not the pile of cash you were aiming for but it’s something to start with. Another crack in the city’s shell. Another point of attack.

One file name catches your attention: Regenerator sale? It’s been awhile since you’ve gotten a lead on that name, and here it is. Just waiting for you. Opening the file and it’s a text document. At first glance there doesn’t seem to be much you don’t already know. PharmaCore, shut down by the government, confiscated, then ‘vanished.’ Oh, here’s something new: an actual description of what it does…

Ugh. There’s no time to stand here and parse all this. You copy everything that looks even remotely promising and move on to the rest of the room.

An oddly spaced bookshelf, by the window, draws your attention. Push the texts away and there’s a safe. Have to smile at that. At least it’s not behind a portrait. The metal melts into dust under the Nanovores and you’re free to reach inside. A gun, some rolled up hundred dollar bills and a collection of black unmarked USB looking bits of plastic and silicon.

Jackpot.

DS Chips. Or ‘Dark Script’ if you want to be wordy. Criminal computer scientists are disappointingly lacking in imagination. Physical bills can be traced by serial number, and digital transactions through bank and credit systems. Cryptocurrencies like these DS chips are the current fashion du jour for avoiding surveillance.

The exchanges aren’t cheap, and Hollow Ground keeps a tight grip on Los Diablos’s little corner. But attach a ‘wallet’ to a specific chip and you carry thousands of dollars in a little box of plastic and silicone smaller than your palm.

That’s business sorted then.

Time for the pleasure half.

When you reach the bedroom, you don’t need to kick the door in. The hinges disintegrate into dust and it falls over, all on it’s own. The crash against the floor breaks Koch out of his stupor. With a cry of alarm he scrambles to his feet, tripping on his own night robe.

“Evening, Pennybags.”

“Who the blazes let you in here?” His heart is pounding. Scenarios running through his mind. Scrambling for an answer. Really? You’d have expected someone a little more paranoid.

You fold your hands behind your back. Nod towards the door. “I did.”

He narrows his eyes, not seeing the humor. Oh well, his loss.

You’re on him before he can even finish his thought about using his power on you. Is enough of the suit metal for it to be a problem? You’re not sure and you’d rather not find out. His head cracks against the wall as you shove him up off the ground with an arm against his neck.

You tap your head. “Don’t even think about it.”

He doesn’t stop struggling. Bare feet kicking against your armor. Up close he doesn’t look as old as you pictured. Bald, sure. But… how old is he? Maybe he just has one of those faces. “You’re–” He wheezes, “you’re going to regret this.”

He’s already plotting your death. Cute. Have to laugh. “I’ll add it to the list.”

...now what are you going to do?

Maybe you should have thought of that before barging in here.

You press against his neck a little harder. Not enough to choke him, but to give you some room to think.

“Alright… Here’s what’s going to happen,” You growl, lacing your words with a telepathic push. An urgency to be followed.

It’s not mind control, not technically.

Just a push.

You’re not even going to make him jump out a window.

–––

You don’t need to hear the stomping of boots in the hallway to know your time is almost up. You drop Koch to the floor. “Consider what we’ve talked about tonight.” Walking over to his desk, you rip off a piece of his day planner and turn it over. Write out the list of instructions.

Three simple suggestions. They’re in his own best interest, really.

You return to him, holding the paper out to take. He hesitates so you reach into his mind and give him a push before stepping away. By the time the riot police show up the scrap paper is gone, inside his pocket. You watch the police fill the other end of the room, shields up and guns drawn. The idiots. They’ll kill Koch if they shoot like this.

You don’t see or sense any of the Rangers.

That’s fine with you, if maybe a little strange. The man in charge steps forward, hand on the trigger finger. “Ghost, you’re under arrest. We have you surrounded.” You don’t need to read his mind to know from the look on his face and the way he’s holding his gun that he’s seriously regretting coming in to work tonight. What does the LDPD think they’re doing? They’re no match for you. Sure, you aren’t immune to bullets, but when has that ever stopped you?

You reach out to the captain’s mind and coax him to lower his gun before he sets off the whole room. “Ghost?” You fake a laugh, the distortion hollowing it out, then say innocently, “Don’t know anyone by that name.”

You crouch down, bracing yourself, placing a hand on the floor. You’ll only have a second before the tension of the situation wakes them up again. “More of a Banshee.” There’s a moment where it seems like nothing is going to happen and then the Nanovores eat a hole in the floor directly beneath you, dropping you down. You grunt, letting the armor absorb most of the shock, though the landing still plays hell on your knees. Going to regret that in the morning.

Above you the room erupts in shouts of alarm and someone fires their gun, setting off another gunshot, then another. You grimace in frustration and, telepathically reach back up to give them a metaphorical shake of the shoulders. You can’t have them killing your new informant.

You break into a run, following your thread to the nearest elevator shaft and breaking the door open with a mixture of force and Nanovores. As you make your escape sliding down the elevator cable you can’t help humming a few bars aloud as you try to steady your nerves.

The chittering of the Rat-King creates an accompaniment in the back of your head.

It’s getting scary just how comfortable with this life you’re starting to get.

Hitting the basement level you barely manage to clear the doors when Lady Argent is on you, all knives and quicksilver. Her claws dig into your arm before you’re able to get her to back off with an uppercut to the head. Argent flexes her jaw and gives you a predatory grin. “I had a feeling I’d find you down here Ghost.”

You study her face, waiting for a sign of any sudden movement. Getting out predicted like this is embarrassing but you need to save the over-analysis for when a woman capable of opening you up like a can-opener isn’t staring you down. You’ve got to reassert control of the situation. You make sure to put an edge to your voice, “It’s Banshee now. If you’re going to play lap dog, at least remember to fill in the incident report form correctly this time.”

Her eyes widen and then Argent leans down, her grin deepening into a scowl. “Ugh. I don’t care,” and she moves in.

Can feel your heart in your throat as the two of you exchange blows. When you try to slide past her, Lady Argent is ready for you, raking claws against the side of your armor, trying to find a point of purchase to pry you apart. Grab her wrist and pull her down on top of you. It’s a stupid move, and you pay for it with razor filings running down your sides but because it’s stupid she doesn’t expect it and you’re able to knee her in the gut and kick her away.

You hate fighting Argent in enclosed spaces like this. It’ll be a game of attrition as to whether you can get away before she can land a clean hit. The two of you are back to circling each other when you bump up against a support pillar.

Maybe….? You mentally check your map.

You’ll need to stall Argent. “So, what was your plan, if I went a different route?” As you talk you rest your hand on the concrete pillar beside you, coaxing the Nanovores to get to work. “Not a good look, hiding in a basement.”

Lady Argent narrows her eyes, “The Handyman’s watching the front door.”

“He’s out of the hospital now?” You sigh. “Are you really that eager to put him back in there?”

There’s a shark-toothed grin and the distinct feeling that she’s sizing you up. “You’re awfully concerned for being the bastard that put him there.”

“Healthcare’s not cheap in this city. Should we hold a fundraiser for him?” You give a theatrical flip of your free hand. “Any suggestions?” Too flippant? You’re never really sure how to approach Argent.

There’s always the temptation; in the back of your head. Let her know who you are, what you’ve done. See if she’ll kill you. But you always end up holding back. Why is that? You don’t understand yourself.

“My only ‘suggestion’ is bringing you to justice.” She keeps her focus trained on you, ready for the moment you make a move. Part of you is surprised she’s still letting you talk. Is backup on the way? That’s not Argent’s style.

“That’s a good thought about justice.” You rap your armored fingers against the pillar, testing to see if it’s hollowed out yet. “But who gets to decide what justice is?”

Would Argent feel bad, if she did kill you? Or would it just make things worse for her? How do you atone for something like this? Is revenge justice? Is it really enough to just make someone hurt?

You used to be sure.

“I liked you better when you didn’t talk.”

You tsk. “Oh and now you’re hurting my feelings?” You can’t keep operating like this. Need to compartmentalize better. Remember the goal. Remember revenge. The damage to Argent is done. Don’t fuck this up and make it be in vain.

Argent eyes your hand, still pressed to the pillar, and growls. “What are you up to?”

“Are you talking about, in general or just right now?” You smirk under your helmet. “Care to find out?” You push hard against the concert. The stone breaks like glass and the ceiling sags from the sudden lack of support, tiles crashing down around you. You jump backwards as the ceiling starts to give in.

No time for any last-minute taunts. You book it for the sewer entrance before Argent can realize the whole building isn’t going to collapse.

In the back of your head, she's still there, watching through the dust.

Smile like a shark.

Reminding.

---

“So, this isn’t what I had planned on talking about; but you’ll never guess what happened last night.” Ortega looks at you, leaning in, an edge to her smile. The two of you are meeting for an early lunch before heading up to the Children’s Hospital again.

You’d half a mind to order something alcoholic, but resisted. Instead, you’re watching Ortega over the rim of your milkshake, straw in your mouth. “Mm?”

“You remember Pennybags?”

You drum the side of the glass with your fingers, making a show of thinking back. “The magnetic guy?”

Ortega nods. “Yeah. Big bank robber, stole a bunch of things from the old Rangers HQ too, remember?”

You nod, grimacing. “Yeah, that was a mess.” Of course you remember. One of the few times you had actually seen Julia really upset. The first time actually. Didn’t know what to do, how to handle it. Ortega was always so confident, so in control of herself and the situation all the time. And there she was, tears and snot yelling at cardboard boxes about failing and… you did the only thing you could think of to do.

“Well, did you see the news this morning?” Ortega’s excitement pulls you back to the present. She leans in further over the table.

You sit back, shaking your head. “I was a little busy last night.” You wince, “This morning. I mean. Uh.” Shit shit shit. “Well. Both? Long night. Working.” You shrug, try to keep your face blank.

Ortega tilts her head, side-eyeing you. “Yeah, I still need to ask you about that job of yours.” She waves it off with a hand. “Anyway, Banshee made a mess again. North end of Beverly Hills this time.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Was anyone hurt?” You bite your lip, looking away. “Did… um. Did anyone else…?”

You know Banshee didn’t kill anyone last night. But…

Don’t breathe, don’t relax until Ortega shakes her head, “One guy had some minor injuries, but that’s it.”

Oh thank god. “That’s a relief.” You match Ortega’s smile, swipe a fry from the basket in front of her.

“I’m more convinced than ever that Marconi’s murder was something else.”

“That’s…” You look away, watch the window, fingers worrying the fry in your hand. Shit. What do you say to that? Fuck fuck fuck. “If you say so.” You look back at her. Need to push this conversation along before she can think about that response. “So, uh, are you just this excited that no one was hurt or did the Rangers finally bring Banshee in, or – or what?”

“No, they got away. Again.” Ortega gives you a curious look, eyes flickering down to the fry in your hand and then back up to your face. With an air of deliberate purpose, you put the fry in your mouth. She politely doesn’t say anything.

“So then…?”

“You’ll never guess.”

You shrug, steal another fry. “Okay.”

She frowns. “Don’t be a spoilsport.”

You keep your face blank, only raising an eyebrow as you silently eat your ill-gotten prize.

“Fine.” She huffs. “The guy Banshee attacked, the one that had to go to the hospital… It’s Pennybags. Bastard was hiding under our noses the whole time.”

“Money’s a pretty good cover.”

“Believe me, I’m wildly aware.” The tired expression on Ortega’s face is only there for a brief second and then it’s gone. “He practically turned himself in. It was… kind of creepy, actually. Reading the report.”

You swallow, goosebumps on the back of your neck. “Creepy?”

“Like he felt… compelled.” Ortega jabs a fry in your direction. “You’re the expert, what do you think? Can telepathy force a confession like that?”

“Ortega…” You make yourself meet her eyes. “You’re as much of an expert as me, at uh, at this point. M–maybe more.”

“Maybe.” She meets your gaze. “But I want to know what you think.”

Goddamnit, why does she keep doing this?

You focus on the basket of fries instead, it’s safer. “It’s… possible.” You concede. Would it be better to lie? It already feels like you’re lying about so much. It’s better to minimize the amount of bullshit you have to keep track of. “How are you… sure it’s a confession, and not like… uh, a delusion or something? False suggestion?”

“Yeah, that’s fair. That was my first assumption but uh…” She lowers her voice. “We uh, we found some stuff when searching the apartment. The signed Marshall Hood figure Pennybags stole actually…”

“Oh.” You say. You hadn’t expected her to actually talk about this.

“I… don’t really have a lot left of him. I thought I’d lost that one for good.”

“I remember.” You remember seeing the front door of its hinges, running through wrecked room after room, finding an alarmingly sobbing Ortega.

The first time you willingly hugged someone.

“There’s maybe five people who know about that figure, Ari, and two of them are dead now.” Ortega’s voice is quiet, her hand on the table balled into a fist.

“Do…” You fish for an idea, “do you think they’re trying to send you a message?”

Ortega looks you straight in the face, half-eaten hamburger now completely forgotten. You wish she wouldn’t. “A message? For what?”

You look back, willing yourself not to look away, not to look guilty. “I don’t know… I mean, it’s no secret you and Hood were close, is it?”

The look on Ortega’s face only intensifies. “You think maybe it was a threat?”

Your face blanches, and you shake your head. This is not at all going how you thought it would. “I’m not in this game anymore, remember?” You shrug your shoulders theatrically, “for all I know it could be a love letter.” You freeze. Face threatening warmth. Oh god. What the fuck, Ariadne?

The absurdity of the idea gets a laugh out of Ortega and you both relax. “Mierda,” she shakes her head. “That’s a hell of a way to send a letter.”

You steal another fry. She lets you.

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                     YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC                    The information below is classified and may not be redistributed                                   CONFIDENTIAL: assignments masterlist

THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

• Angelina Johnson (Department of Foreign Affairs and Sports)  ➟ status: employee / role: International Quidditch Regulations Intern  ➟ responsible for obtaining copies of records on foreign affairs to determine whether or not the Ministry has severed communications with the rest of the European Wizarding Union.

• Draco Malfoy (Department of Magical Games and Sports) ➟ status: employee / role: Cataloging Clerk for all Quidditch-related Activities ➟ responsible for working alongside mission partner, Viktor Krum, to attempt to glean which Ministry workers are moles for He Who Must Not Be Named and which are innocents who feel trapped by the corruption of the wizarding government.

• Fred Weasley (Department of Magical Transportation) ➟ status: employee / role: Subdivisional Portkey Office employee ➟ responsible for deciphering whether any of the Order of the Phoenix’s portkeys have become objects of interest to the Ministry of Magic as well as recording and cataloging a list of suspicious porkeys assumed to be utilized and trafficked by the Death Eaters.

• Ginny Weasley (Muggle-born Registration Commission) ➟ status: employee / role: Secretary to the Commissioner’s Office ➟ responsible for cataloging which Muggle-borns and Order Members are being tracked by the Ministry of Magic and then corrupting the existing files for Order members by changing their tracking locations and paperwork history.

• Hannah Abbott (Department of Magical Education) ➟ status: guest / role: inquiring about a job application submitted to Hogwarts months prior ➟ responsible for distracting the registration clerk with searching in the archives for a supposedly lost job application and resume while Hannah replaces their files concerning the current state of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with falsified documents.

• Harry Potter (Department of Mysteries) ➟ status: employee / role: Unspeakable ➟ responsible for working alongside mission partner, Ron Weasley, to follow a lead presented to them from a Ministry leak concerning a potential string of time turners the Death Eaters are supposedly in works of creating that will alter the laws of time and time travel. 

• Hermione Granger (Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures) ➟ status: employee / role: Undersecretary to the Werewolf Registration Commission  ➟ responsible for confiscating records of all known werewolves and werewolf networks / packs as well as following a lead that the Ministry is working to genetically modify wizards to create an army of werewolf soldiers for He Who Must Not Be Named’s army by splicing human DNA with that of a wolf’s.

• Luna Lovegood (Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures) ➟ status: guest / role: homeowner filing an official complaint  ➟ responsible for filing an official complaint with the Pest Advisory Board and scoping out the department for any gossip or leads on any potential missing Ministry members or people who have been “acting strangely” ever since the Ministry’s renovations.

• Owen Cavendish (Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes) ➟ status: employee / role: Intern within the Obliviator Headquarters ➟ responsible for following a lead that details the Ministry is now prying information concerning the Order from neutrals and affiliates and then wiping their memory clean; Owen is expected to make a copy of the existing list of Obliviated witches and wizards and find out as much additional information concerning the illicit activities as he can. 

• Ron Weasley (Department of Mysteries) ➟ status: employee / role: Unspeakable  ➟ responsible for working alongside mission partner, Harry Potter, to follow a lead presented to them from a Ministry leak concerning a potential string of time turners the Death Eaters are supposedly in works of creating that will alter the laws of time and time travel.

• Saria Young (Department of International Magical Cooperation) ➟ status: employee / role: Junior Ambassador for the Magical Congress of the U.S.A. ➟ responsible for obtaining information and records of any potential contact the Death Eaters might be having in affiliating with the Confederation Wizards of the United States.

• Tatiana Valentina (Department of International Magical Cooperation) ➟ status: guest / role: inquiring about instigating a chapter for U.K. immigrants  ➟ responsible for distracting committee members while Saria Young obtains the necessary files and information needed for their leg of the mission.

• Viktor Krum (Department of Magical Games and Sports) ➟ status: employee / role: Assistant to the Vice Director for the Quidditch Subdivision ➟ responsible for working alongside mission partner, Draco Malfoy, to attempt to glean which Ministry workers are moles for He Who Must Not Be Named and which are innocents who feel trapped by the corruption of the wizarding government.

THE NEUTRALS

• Hestia Carrow (Improper Use of Magic Office) ➟ status: guest / role: following up on a complaint filed ➟ a complaint was filed by an anonymous Death Eater’s tip regarding young Hestia Carrow being spotted in public with a wand not authorized to her name. The committee requires Hestia’s presence at the Ministry of Magic to fill out a form either pledging her innocence and guilt on the matter, followed by a brief interview with the Vice Director of the Wand Distribution division.

• Kadrea Graves (Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes) ➟ status: guest / role: appearing before the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee ➟ the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee pulled Kadrea’s name from a randomized list of witches and wizards to appear before their committee as one of nineteen citizens being interviewed. This interview will be the basis for determining whether or not Kadrea will appear before the council as a juror in a case of misconduct regarding a shabby cover-up job done by one of the committee’s agents concerning a group of Muggles spotting three witches on broomsticks flying over Surrey.

• Phillip Kingsbury (Ministry of Magic Research Committee) ➟ status: guest / role: accepting an invitation to present before the committee ➟ in his work as an alchemist, Phillip Kingsbury has been offered an official invitation to appear before the Ministry of Magic Research Committee to receive an award for his advancements in the field of alchemy over the years of his career. During this meeting, he will also be asked if he would like to take up a position as an alchemist researcher for their committee.

• Theodore Nott (Department of Magical Education) ➟ status: guest / role: seeking records from Hogwarts ➟ There is a rumor circulating that former Hogwarts alumni with connections to the Order of the Phoenix (whether personally or through extended relationships) are having their files pulled by He Who Must Not Be Named’s minions and kept tabs on; those wishing to preserve their privacy and history are flocking to the Department of Magical Education in hordes in an attempt to gain access to their files and ascertain how much of it has been leaked.

THE DEATH EATERS

• Alexander Barrett (Department of Mysteries) ➟ status: interrogation / role: checking on the efficiency of the Unspeakables ➟ responsible for interviewing (and performing Legilimens) on all Unspeakables present in the Department of Mysteries and taking a walk of the department in order to ensure maximum efficiency and loyalty to their duties.

• Cassius Selwyn (Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures) ➟ status: security / role: ensuring the vampires’ league are properly represented ➟ in He Who Must Not Be Named’s new era of power, the vampires are being promised more of a voice on the international council of creatures and beasts, with more power and control as wizards and witches share; Cassius’ goal for this spontaneous routine check is to ensure these goals have not fallen to the wayside of the department.  

• Elvira Blanche (Department of Magical Law Enforcement) ➟ status: security / role: making a routine check on the Department of Security ➟ responsible for making sure the Department of Security, a division within the Department o Magical Law Enforcement, is properly securing all highly confidential files and paperwork pertaining to the Dark Lord’s plans and motives; anyone who does not comply with regulations shall have to face the wrath of Elvira’s rage.

• Evandrus Mulciber (Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes) ➟ status: interrogation / role: interrogating the Obliviators’ task force for efficiency ➟ responsible for making sure all current Obliviators understand the rules and regulations: report potential findings or informants to the Death Eaters, pull information concerning the Order of the Phoenix with witnesses present, and Obliviate according to protocol.

• Fenrir Greyback (Department of International Magical Cooperation) ➟ status: interrogation / role: questioning the authentication of all employees ➟ responsible for interrogating (potentially at length) all employees within the department who are responsible for alliances and propaganda distribution and weeding out any potential rats or moles from the Order of the Phoenix. 

• Marcus Flint (Department of Magical Education) ➟ status: security / role: routine security and surveillance ➟ responsible for ensuring protocol is up to date within the department and pulling all necessary files regarding former alumni members with a sway within the Order of the Phoenix for the Four Horseman and the Dark Lord to utilize in their war campaign.    

[catatonic-indifference]

In a small village in Guangshan county in Henan, Mrs Liu Xiaohua, now aged 65, still vividly remembers the events of thirty-six years ago. One afternoon in 1994, perched on a small footstool, dressed in faded blue cotton trousers and smock, and occasionally smoking a cigarette, she recalled what had happened. On the muddy path leading from her village, dozens of corpses lay unburied. In the barren fields there were others; and amongst the dead, the survivors crawled slowly on their hands and knees searching for wild grass seeds to eat. In the ponds and ditches people squatted in the mud hunting for frogs and trying to gather weeds. It was winter, and bitterly cold, but she said that everyone was dressed only in thin and filthy rags tied together with bits of grass and stuffed with straw. Some of the survivors looked healthy, their faces puffed up and their limbs swollen by oedema, but the rest were as thin as skeletons. Sometimes she saw her neighbours and relatives simply fall down as they shuffled through the village and die without a sound. Others were dead on their earthen kang beds when she awoke in the morning. The dead were left where they died because she said that no one had the strength to bury them. She remembered, too, the unnatural silence. The village oxen had died, the dogs had been eaten and the chickens and ducks had long ago been confiscated by the Communist Party in lieu of grain taxes. There were no birds left in the trees, and the trees themselves had been stripped of their leaves and bark. At night there was no longer even the scratching of rats and mice, for they too had been eaten or had starved to death. Lucky villagers would sometimes find their corpses curled up in a hole but it was better still to find an old burrow from another season which might contain a winter store of grain or berries. Most of all she missed the cries of young babies, for no one had been able to give birth for some time. The youngest children had all perished, the girls first. Mrs Liu had lost a daughter. The milk in her breasts had dried up and she had been forced to watch her child die. Her aunt, her mother and two brothers had also died.

Hungry Ghosts: Mao’s Secret Famine, Jasper Becker

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