Know something? She really hated how technical the law could be sometimes. This was one of those times. Diplomats with immunity when they travelled. Whose bloody 'brilliant' idea was that? Finally a big case and they couldn't even touch 'em--not really. Sure they could hold them here but it wasn't the same. No convicting them, no locking them in Azkaban, just waiting. It was like a kid that beat someone up and all you could do was wait for its parents to come and take them home.

Hardly satisfying if you asked her. In fact, it was downright frustrating. It was only made worse because he knew and while she could admire his refusal to bend under threats--because really he'd be a pansy if he gave in so easily--it wouldn't be doing THEM any favours.

"Tough guy, huh? Clinging to that get-out-of-jail-free card." An invisible one they couldn't torch and be done with.

"You're right, we can't ship you off to Azakaban, even with all the evidence we have, so what'd you have to lose? Why not cooperate and we'll see where we go from there?" Whether he answered or not, she would have a response to her first question. How many operations were there. It wouldn't say an exact number but surely if this was really it, he wouldn't care. Now, if there was say......a couple more, he'd have a very good reason to keep his own mouth shut for the benefit of the others.