Riiight.

This girl had a bit of an attitude on her but Armen kind of liked it. Recard enjoyed when people stood up for themselves and the whole calling him 'your highness' does make things even better. PLUS she wanted to work.

"Well Eliza, you can travel to Diagon Alley and speak with the shopkeeper or assistant about their latest broom shipments to make sure everything is ok with them." he suggested, they hadn't checked with them in a while and probably should get on that.

"Yeah, yeah..." Armen shouted over his shoulder and raised his hands up as if it was a big deal and all. Finally after dragging his feet for the past few floors, they had arrived at his office in the Department of Magical Transportation. He was going to be able to get away from this dude; granted he would be outside. At least there would be an inch or two of door between them.

"Fine you got me here..." he started turning towards the door. "See ya later!" he shouted and turned on the spot apparating the last few steps into the office with a loud crack and slamming the door in Gabe's face. Finally some peace and quiet!

Ikenna knew Armen was in the building; he almost always knew the location of every Cult member at any point in time. The question was: Since Armen Recard was in the building, WHY wasn't he at Ikenna's side trying to help him unite with his fellow Cultists?

Time to put that lackey to use, thought Gevrik. From the Atrium, where he was still....chilling, the Ghost flicked his wand and sent off his Patronus, a fast flying cheetah.

The cheetah burst through the door of Armen's office, its mouth opening into a roar as it delivered its message:

Its work done, the beast dissipated with a shockingly loud silver pop.

No sooner had the department head entered his office and walked a few feet to his desk had a silvery cheetah shaped patronus entered the room and roared a message that was only slightly more chilling as the voice that uttered it.

It was happening, the Cult was under attack! How dare those bloody MLEers. Armen pulled out his wand and made for the door. He had to get to Gevrik at the Fountain but Gabe was outside!

Cyryl was QUITE aware of all the commotion going on, though why it was going on, he had not one single clue. Who was he kidding? He wasn't cut out for the ministry...stuff. He was more of the 'one with nature' kind of guy. Stuffing a few books into his bag, as well as his cactus plant and a few photos, Cyryl zipped it shut and slung it over his shoulder, taking a quick glance around his cubicle to see if he missed anythi-

NU! HIS GUMBALL MACHINE!

Quickly heaving the large sized machine up, filled with different kinds of gumballs, the blond haired man tried to run back to the hall, but...well he failed a little at it. The machine was heavier than he remembered. Plus, he became a bit distracted when he saw his boss just apparate into his office, slamming the door in some other dude's face. OI! Who's messing with the COOL boss man!?!? "HEY!" Yea, YOU! DUDE! Making his way over, the machine started to slip from his grasp. "Hey, what's...going...on-" For the love of ALL THINGS SWEET!

The gumball machine fell from his grasp, breaking against the floor and scattering colorful gumballs EVERYWHERE. ACK!

Standing there, ready to panic that he was going to miss everything, he was relieved rather than frightened to hear a crash outside. Armen cracked open the door slightly and saw Cryrl, Merlin bless him, dropping his famous Gumball machine and having the candies spray everywhere.

He had his chance...Armen flund the door open and Apparated on the spot. Crack! He was down the hall. He turned and waved at the two men in the hall. "Thanks Cryrl you rock! See ya later Gabe!" and he disappeared on his way to meet Gevrik.

Armen Recard had escaped and was on the loose.

Oh. Alright. That would be great. She would get to work right away. "Okay then, Your Highness." She would really be using that to call him from now on. Not only does she respect their Department Head but she also feels the authority that he possesses.

Pulling the strap of her bag tighter to her shoulder she said, "Well..thanks for your time. And see you your Highness." Then she walked out of his office.

Oh, he just had to show off, didn't he? Apparating into his office when it was only a few feet away. Gabriel sneered at the man as the door was slammed in his face, secretly hoping he'd open the door and find him splinched inside. If he thought he was going to stand guard OUTSIDE, then he had another thing coming.

But then a couple of things seemed to happen at once...

A silvery animal appeared from nowhere and burst past Gabe and into Recard's office. He had a feeling it was nothing good, and the voice and message confirmed that.

Blood running cold, Gabriel pointed his wand at the door, ready to force it open, when he was shouted at by someone behind him.



WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN WAS UNDER HIS FEET?

Gabriel spun around when he heard the crash, wand still pointed in front of him, but the sweets made him slip and lose balance. Saving himself by falling against the wall, he waved his wand to vanish all the sweets, just as Armen came out his office, waved, shouted and disappeared.

He could feel the heat rise in his face. The anger. With Recard for escaping, with himself for letting him, and with the idiot in front of him for the distraction. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!" he barked, repeating the man's question. Flourishing his wand he sent a patronus towards the atrium with a warning message. "That man is part of the Cult of Walpurgis, and he was under guard in his office. Now thanks to YOU he's got away. THAT is what's happening!"

Gabriel's face screwed up in anger. That man was not going to get away with it. Not on his watch.

O__________O!

Mouth agape, Cyryl just stood there, eyes wide and confusion written allllll over his face as he watched Mr. Boss Man apparate down the hall, and then the other dude got all Grinch at him. It wasn't upsetting. Not as much as what the dude did to all the sweets.

Cult of the...what?

"Yea!? Well THANKS TO YOU...I need to go and buy MORE GUMBALLS!" PFFT FUDGESTICKS! Heaving up the machine to stand up straight on the ground, a quick wave of his wand repaired the machine, and another had it hovering in air. Why he didn't think of doing that before was beyond him. This was all Grinch's fault though. All his fault! Cyryl was all ready to apparate back home but now...now he was going to be delayed.

He didn't like to be delayed!

Honestly? He was more concerned about some stupid, broken machine and SWEETS than the fact a criminal had just got away? Well, Gabriel could see why this man was not in the MLE department.

"GUMBALLS?! You're worried about gumballs when a Cult member is on the loose? What in the name of Merlin is wrong with you?!" Gabe didn't even try to keep his voice calm. He was clearly dealing with an idiot. And because he had yet to get his licence back, the trip back to the fountain was going to take longer. Even more so if he couldn't get past this guy.

Trying to dodge the floating machine, he pointed his wand at the man's nose and said in a demanding tone - "Get. Out. Of. My. Way. NOW."

What was all this talk about CULT members?!

Of course Cyryl was worried about gumballs. He paid for them with his own money. Besides, he couldn't for the life of him figure out what was so wrong with Recard that he had to be locked in his office. No cool boss should be trapped! He IGNORED Grinch's question.

Woah woah woahwoahwoah, what was with the wand pointing? Calming down from his mini freak out, Cyryl narrowed his eyes and quickly raised his own wand to point at the man's nose. He even poked it. Snort.

"No."

...

Oh yeah, this one was being arrested as soon as this was all over. Not for being a Cultist, no - he seemed to have no clue what was going on - but acts of extreme stupidity. And poking Gabriel's nose with his wand was the final straw.

"Wrong answer," he growled, swinging his arm around quickly and jabbing the man in the ribs. He fired off a non-verbal stunning spell, from a distance that could not miss. Stepping back to avoid the stunned man falling on him, Gabe rested his back against the wall to give him space.

Edging sideways, he got past and turned to look at the man. "That is for obstructing a security officer. Don't ever get in my way in an emergency again." Then he was off, running down the corridor, rounding the corner, and secretly apparating out of sight. It WAS an emergency after all.

Course it was the wrong answer, which made it the RIGHT answer in Cyryl's mind, however, he was anticipating a spell to be shot at him, not the punch. Ohhhhkay, that may have hurt. A lot. Grunting, he grabbed the Grinch's arm to hold himself up. The man was used to injuries though, just ask his best friend Gibby, but he was given no time to compose himself before the stunner hit him.

Blackness. It wasn't his favorite color to look at.

Slumping over, his bag falling off of his shoulder and landing beside him as was rested against the wall, there was...nothing he could do except...sit. Yea, he'll just sit there. Regain consciousness and all...

Eventually.

Wes laughed and led the way toward Armen's office. "Do I haaaaaaave to hold your hand all the time, Mummmmm?" he whined in a little-kid sounding voice. He shook his head. "Nah, I just thought we should get a move on to Armen's."

Speaking of.... Wes walked over to the office and paused just outside the door, where a Ministry employee was apparently sitting there, slumped against the wall like he had been stunned.

Wes shot a frown to Izzy and squatted down, shining his wand in the man's eyes. "Excuse me," he cleared his throat at the man, "but are you... all right?"

Ophelia had seriously considered going home and not coming back to this crazy place. She was not interested in walking in on some Ministry wide grudge match when the only reason she needed this job in the first place was so that she could take care of her father.

She'd been looking EVERYWHERE for Armen and had not found him. So, she'd decided to make one last stop at his office, hopefully someone would be around. SOMEONE. Or else she was just going home.

She was sure if she got fired, TJ would be able to help her find another job.

As Phe got closer, she was surprised to see... people. But NOT the person she was LOOKING for. "What is going on in here?!"

He's had a horrible nightmare. Just horrible! There was something about escaping, and his gumball machine breaking, and this man punching him...Merlin. Obviously it wasn't all true because his eyes were closed and the annoying sun was shining through his window. Obviously...he was in his bed. Though his alarm clock sounded particularly weird for some reason.

Raising an arm to try and swat the light away, it fell back to his side as he involuntarily winced. Apparently he slept on his stomach funny. His side hurt. "Five'ore mimutts..." he mumbled, head rolling to the side.

Oh, gah, what was THAT? That shrilling noise. Seriously needed to fix his alarm station.

"That's something I'd like to know myself," Wes grunted, giving Ophelia a nod before turning back to the man on the ground. He gave him a nudge with his shoe and shook his head.

"This guy here's out of it... think Recard did it?" In his mad escape?

Oh. Whining. He wasn't going to do this constantly was he? Because that would be pretty annoying. "Good excuse." Isobel smirked, as she slipped her wand out, as they walked towards Armen's office. She was pretty disappointed that he wasn't up here, but it would be better in way. At least they'd be able to have a proper look around without him being here. Well...unless he'd not left sleeping people in front of his office. Well. That was typical of Armen's level really. People sleeping on the job. How rude. Izzy eyed the man carefully. Well. She could stay here, and poke him. Or she could actually go into Armen's office. and...have a look at it. You know. What she actually wanted to do.

"I'm gonna...head in?" You know. She kind of wanted to do that. But she figured that Armen was going to have the wards set up. The man would've been pretty stupid to have left them down. Isobel wasn't going to take any chances...and she did like blasting things open. "Err...might wanna watch your ears.." She grinned, before pointing her wand at the door. "Confringo" Woot. Look at that. Blasted door.

Oh wonderful! Finally someone she KNEW. Everyone else had seemed to have made themselves scarce. "I meant in general. In this whole place. There are people running around everywhere!" And this chick was exploding doors and walls and.. whatever else she was doing. O_O.

She hadn't even spent most of the morning inside the Ministry at all, she'd been out running errands and such...

And had returned to THIS.

Wes didn't even flinch as Izzy blasted open Armen's door and went on in. He continued leaning against the wall and carrying on a conversation with Ophelia like things such as this happened every day.

Which, considering this Ministry, wasn't too much to assume.

"Yeah, that." Wes rolled his eyes. "It's kind of coming to a final showdown between the Cult of Walpurgis and the good guys, you know, the MLE, the non-Cultists, the real people who haven't been imperiused to death."

He eyed the man on the floor. Which side was HE on? "No big deal, Ophelia, but you MIGHT want to consider going someplace safe, like out of harm's way... you remember me talking about those courtrooms down on Level 10? That might be good."

She was just a kid and an assistant, after all.

Cyryl barely moved at all as he was nudged with a foot no less, yet once that door blasted opened, his eyes sprang open and jumped a mile; falling ever so slowly onto his side. If he wasn't awake before, he surely was now.

Taking in a deep breathes, he leaned up a little and looked around, trying to figure out what the people standing there were doing and what just happened during the past minutes- His gumball machine! Scooting forward, the man mumbled a few things grabbed the base of it, holding on tightly.

People were trying to steal it!

Well. It seemed nobody was bothered about her blasting down the door. That was good. Isobel grinned, stepping over the door that was lying on the floor, and walking into Armen's office. It felt quite good having blasted down the door, and she kind of wanted to blast some more of the things in his office. But she knew that she probably shouldn't do that. They needed evidence, and it everything was destroyed, they wouldn't really be able to find that stuff. Iz glanced behind her, knowing that Wes would have her back, even though not much was going on out there. Hopefully that would remain.

Now...where to look. Isobel knew this office pretty well. She figured that starting with Armen's desk was probably the best bet. And she hurried her way around there, sitting down on the chair. Hmm. There were a couple of, locked draws to look through. Perfect. If they were locked, there must be something in there.

With a LOUD crack Wrekin came to be... right in the middle of a BAD situation. As soon as he came out of the darkness of apparition he saw MLE. Letting out a stream of curse words he immediately fired off a stunner in the blonde woman's direction and followed up with an Incarcerous spell toward the man. "DO YOU LOT MULTIPLY?!" he bellowed as he pointed his wand toward the file cabinet and shouted, "CONFRINGO!"

The corner of Wes' mouth twitched at the sight of the stunned man sitting up and reaching out for his gumball machine. He shook his head and squatted down to pick up one of the gumballs, trying to put two and two together as to how Armen had escaped from this very office when he was being guarded by Gabe....

...and that's when he heard the unmistakeable sound of someone apparating right into their vicinity. He started, dropping from a crouch to the floor, just as a mound of ropes flew over his head. Wes launched up from the ground immediately and THREW himself at the man.

"WREKIN!" he growled in mid-tackle. HAD HE JUST TRIED TO STUN IZZY?!

"Courtroom... right." Hmm.

... EEK! Another one showed up and he seemed to be one of the ones that Wesley and... whoever the chick was, were looking for. Great. AWESOME.

Oh man. Ophelia was wide eyed as she stayed out of the way. No way she was sticking around this place with people blasting door and laying on the ground and throwing spells at each other. She was not dumb by any stretch, but she'd never been that great at dueling and this whole fighting thing was NOT for her. She'd only be a liability if she stuck around.

Not at all. She slipped away, hoping that she hadn't been noticed, and disapparated. Her father needed her more than everyone here, so she was going home.

Oooh. Wrekin was here. Well things had certainly got interesting now. Isobel quickly cast a non-verbal shield up, just as the cultist cast a stunner at her. Opps. Nearly. Very nearly. Pfft. Where had Wesley been to protect her then. Haha. Clearly, she didn't really need protecting. Oh...there was Wesley. Attempting to tackle Wrekin to the floor. Well that worked...hopefully. Wes was a pretty huge man, she suspected that both he and Wrekin were going to end up on the floor. Isobel pushed herself out of Armen's chair, grabbing whatever was on his desk, making it smaller, and shoving into her pockts. Never knew when they'd come in useful, especially considering Wrekin had just blown up the filing cabient....where probably post of the useful evidence had been.

The blonde then moved around the other sided of Armen's desk. Ready to kind of react to whatever Wrekin did next. She was tempted to stun him, but with Wes having thrown himself at the man, she didn't. Didn't really want to stun the wrong person.