Mmmph, there were too many noises, and his head was pounding.

Having great difficulty in looking over his shoulder to see what was going on, Cyryl was oblivious to the ropes that flew over, though there was another loud bang that had him flinching. Eh, he had to get out of here. Holding onto his gumball machine, he tried to get his footing back to stand up. Merlin, that was right. He'd been stunned hadn't he? That...that man did it. The one that was after Armen for whatever reason.

Getting to his knees at least, the realization that he had dropped his wand somewhere finally registered and he searched for it. Gah! The gumballs were everywhere! Peaking into Armen's office, the blond man frowned, spying that one lady standing there. And then there were those two guys fighting it out...and... "Hey. Lady. Psssssst! Lemme use your wand."

So he could find his.

Ebony ran into the office, wondering briefly if MLE's had blasted down the door or Cultists. He didn't care if Light's and Ben followed, it might even be best if they informed Bole of the latest development or went back to Provel.

Wand in hand, he saw several people in the office, and there was Wrekin being tackled. The file cabinent was destroyed, and it was clear that Wrekin had destroyed the evidence.

It might be tricky to fire a spell at Wrekin, what if he hit the wrong person? So instead he put his wand safely away and jumped towards Wrekin. The point was to disarm him...

Alex was NOT keen on these MLE people. They fought like Muggles and were apparently part troll or sommat. It was quite ridiculous. When the first man made to tackle him he was JUST quick enough to move out of the way. Stumbling slightly he slashed his wand through the air and shouted, "Crucio!" Flicking a shield into place and then aiming his wand at the Lackey!Department Head's desk he cast a silent Reducto as the second man... who apparently came out of nowhere into being in the middle of the room... leapt at him as well.

Glaring at the man who was PSSSTing in the doorway he cast Incendio toward him... just for being there. And then followed it up with a Confringo toward the ceiling directly over the blonde woman.

As he tapped himself on the head he wiggled his fingers as he disappeared from sight and flicked a shield firmly in place.

Ebony fell flat on the floor in his attempt. He sprang to action immediately, wondering what was taking Light's and Ben so long. They had been with him just outside of the office. Wrekin had escaped. Again.

Oh. So the tackling hadn't worked, and Alexander did not look happy at all. Serves him right for being a nasty mean cultist. Isobel kind of anticipated the dudes next move, and pointed her wand in Wes' directon. "Protego" Yeaaah. Nobody hurt her man. The thing was...she was a bit distracted, and concerned with stopping Wes getting hit by an unforgiveable, that she hadn't got time to kind of block the next spell that Alexander did. That was kind of hitting the ceiling about her head. That was not good. Not good at all. The blonde auror, moved backwards as fast as she could, as the spell hit the ceiling, causing it to explode. Iz missed most of the falling debris, but a few bits did hit her....causing a nice gash on her face. Well. Hello war wounds.

And...with all that commotion. Wrekin had got anyway. Well. That was not good, but he clearly wasn't Martel. And they really needed to find Martel. "Wes...I don't think Martel's up here." Yeah. Not anymore at any rate.

After seeing that nobody here had gotten hurt, Ebony quickly tried to determine WHERE Wrekin would retreat. Not back to Mysteries, that wouldn't be any good. He had just LEFT Mysteries and had come here to destroy evidence.

Time to meet up with Light's and Ben. He nodded quickly to the MLE's already here. "Good luck to you."

Then he ran out of the office, going around the man at the entrance. He had an idea...

It seems all his words were thrown away into silence as the ceiling above the woman exploded. Moving his head away from the door so none of the random debris could hit him, the man flinched as something rather bright, hot, and a red-orange color grazed his shoulder, hitting the wall behind him.

What...wha....What was THIS!???

Putting out the small, very small, flame off his shoulder by slapping his hand on it a few times, Cyryl hastily stood up and grabbed his gumball machine. Forget his wand. He was getting out of there. Scooting his foot into the strap of his bag that he'd filled with his belongings from his desk before he was knocked unconscious (from who knows how long ago it was), once it was wrapped around his leg...

He disappeared with a *POP*.

DAMMIT. Wes had missed tackling Wrekin, which was certainly the first time in recent memory that he had missed a target. Now his shoulder was sore, the ceiling was falling down upon him, and when he struggled to his feet, it was just in time to see the brat disappearing.

Waving a hand at Izzy to shhh, Wes strained his ears for the sound of the telltale pop that would signal Wrekin's disapparation. Hearing nothing, Wes sprang into action and helped his girlfriend up from the ground and away from the pile of rebel. He started muttering an anti-apparation/disapparation spell as he scanned the room, his keen eyes noticing a flicker just near the desk. That was all he needed.

"Homenum Revelio," the man murmured aloud, whilst nonverbally casting a sticking charm at the floor once Wrekin's outline glowed. Then he proceeded to move around the Cultist in a circle, keeping his wand trained on him all the while. "The game's up, Wrekin, you're going down. I'm sure they have Sakura by now; all we're waiting on is Gevrik's and Recard's capture and then it's lights out for you."

He paused just behind where he thought invisible!Wrekin was and cast several nonverbals in quick succession; the first being a stunner or two or four, and the others being a tongue-tying jinx and a full-body bind; hopefully Izzy was next to him doing the same. With both of them on him, the man was NOT going to be able to escape any longer.

The game's up? Lights out? WHO TALKED LIKE THAT?! Seriously. Alex was shaking his head silently as he made his way toward the doorway. And then... DRAT! Stupid Homenus Revelio spell.

Luckily he was moving when the stickfast spell hit the floor where he had JUST been standing. Tapping himself on the head once more he came back into sight, his wand gripped tightly and a scowl deeply set on his face. He had his shield in place when the barrage of spells came flying at him. The first few knocked him back a few steps... and then he lost focus momentarily and the final body bind hit him full on. STUPID MLE!

With a dull thud he fell over sideways, his wand rolling from his hand.

Hmm. She was feeling a little dizzy. Isobel was pretty sure that was not supposed to happen. She didn't generally feel dizzy all the while. The blonde blinked a couple of times, trying to regain focus. Come on Izzy, theres a cultist you've gotta catch here. Can't be messing around no more. Thank goodness Wes was here, with his barrage of spells. By then she had kind of regained focus herself, and sent a few stunners at where Wesley was directing his spells. Hopefully some of the spells would work, so they got Wrekin. It would be kind of useful.

But then Wrekin reappeared. Well that was useful. At least they could see him now. It seemed that most of their spells had missed him...but ooh. That one hadn't. Score. Full body bind. Well done Ferguson. Izzy twisted her head to glance at her boyfriend, smirking at him. Good team work? Even if Wes had kind of done all the work. Isobel went to bend down to grab Wrekin's wand, but a new wave of dizziness came over her, and she stumbled forward a bit.

Wes didn't wait to see if Wrekin was truly down or not; he was already moving forward to the man, casting incarcerous and another stunner at his prostrate form. Good, good, Izzy had his wand now. Wes frowned at the man and resisted the urge to give him a kick, simply nudging him with his foot instead.

"We've got you now, you son of a banshee," he muttered darkly, turning just in time to see Izzy stumble. Wes put out a hand to steady her and help her stand right, his scowl quickly replaced by a look of concern. "You all right there, Montague? We need to get him down to the holding cells on Level Two..."

Her head really did feel funny. Isobel was pretty sure her head was not supposed to feel like this. Like all fuzzy. It kind of felt like someone had stolen all her brain cells, and replaced them with cotton wool. It was not good, she was supposed to be going all auror on Wrekin, but right now she could hardly focus on anything. Thank goodness that Wesley had fast reflexes though. Isobel grasped onto his hand, trying to brace against him to stop herself landing on the floor again. Was she okay? Isobel had no idea. She couldn't really tell right now. Her other hand rose to rest against her head. It felt really funny, and a bit sore.

"My head..." She paused as she swayed on her feet a little. Yeah. There was probably no way that she was going to get down to level 2. "It feels funny." Isobel blinked, glancing down at Wrekin. Err. She kinda wasn't much help anymore.

After Wrekin didn't respond to his foot nudge, Wes assumed it was safe to say that the man was successfully captured, stunned, and out cold. Well ABOUT DAMN TIME! He couldn't help smiling proudly as he looked from the Cultist on the floor to the Auror beside him.

Speaking of said auror..... "Izzy?" She didn't look so good, come to think of it, and there WAS a big gash on her forehead.... Wes pulled her in next to him and gave her shoulder a rub. "Don't worry, babe, we're going back to level two now. Can you just do me a favor and grab Wrekin's hand there? ....there there, that's it now..."

Wes hugged her tight and apparated the three of them out of Armen's wrecked office and down to the cells on Level Two. It'd been a surprisingly good day so far; hopefully the rest of the MLE could say the same.

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.

Legend wasn't exactly nervous to speak to the new Transportation Head. But he didn't exactly know what she would be like. Was she like Armen? Sort of nice on the outside but really just evil? Inez Grey. Her name sounded evil. But...he just didn't know.

Making his way to her office he sighed before knocking gently on her door.

What was she supposed to do now? Work wouldn't officially start until the next day's meeting with the full department in the Conference Room. Inez could always look over the employee files again and try to get a head start on matching faces to names but that seemed so dull.

Standing up the woman made her way over to a table that was home to a vase of lilies and she began to rearrange them so their colors, purple and pink, were more pleasing to the room. As she began this however the door was knocked on, indicating her first visitor.

She quickly smoothed out her skirt and walked over to the door, opening it with a smile. Oh some man was standing there. "Hello there, can I help you with something?"

Raising his hand to knock on the door once more, Legend pulled it back once the door open suddenly.

Well...the woman didn't look evil.

In fact...he was positive he had seen her at the ball! "Hello." He gave the woman a soft smile. "I'm Legend Chosen. Uh..." This was going to be extremely had to explain. He really didn't know...how exactly to do it. And the woman seemed so abrupt. "I'm from the MLE. You know with Evander.." That big guy. "I was...wondering if I could speak to you Miss...or Mrs..Grey?"

Why was he looking at her like that?

Inez looked at him for a moment as he seemed to be having trouble making his thoughts into words or maybe was just confused as to why he was here. Maybe he had gotten off the lifts onto the wrong floor and had been so taken aback when she answered the door that it wasn't his boss and now he was sputtering.

Oh, no he was looking for her. "Miss, thank you. And of course, any employee of Evander's is more than welcome to visit my office." she held the door further open to allow for the man to enter.

"Please take a seat, Mr...." She didn't know his name obvisously, but she was slightly curious as to why a member of the MLE needed to see her. She pointed to a chair and then walked around the desk to take her own.

Alright, so maybe not that bad. He entered the office, trying to gather his thoughts as he gazed around. "Chosen. Legend Chosen." He repeated.

Without hesitation he took a seat at the chair across from the woman's desk. He might as well get right down to it. The woman was probably busy enough as it is."So, Miss Grey when Armen ran the department he suspended all the apparition licences for the MLE." She probably knew this. It was probably in files and stuff. "When I joined though, I didn't have my apparition licence. See, I started school a bit late, and didn't turn 17 until I was in my seventh year. But anyways...I went for testing and passed the written, and during the practical Armen was my tester." He had done GREAT in the written portion, he knew it.

"But he got pulled away because...buisnesss...and he said we would continue another day...." Legend trailed off. "And now you're here." Did she get it? "I really do need my apparition licence." He wasn't a newbie anymore. He needed it.

"It's nice to meet you Legend. I'm Inez." she said with a crack of a smile. He had a strange name but he had a kind face, a pretty good trade off. He was young too, younger than most she had seen walking the corridors so far. This man must have talent to be hired on at the MLE in what she assumed was a pretty hard-hitting position.

Another grin spread as she watched him begin to fret about his Apparition License. It was sweet really. "That sounds horrible!" she then giggled a bit, not in an unprofessional way, the man's worry just tickled her a bit. "Well we must fix that Mr. Chosen. I have heard and read the horror stories that were product of the man who used to hold this office and I will do whatever I can to make them right." She turned and walked over to a file cabinet on the wall and returned with a file marked with his name.

"Now I see here you did do well on your Written exam, congradulations." Inez looked at him over the papers. "But I will take your word for it that you were almost finished with the practical." It had said right there that it was in progress but almost finished. "If you could just fill out this form I will issue you your license right now." A paper was pushed towards him across the table with a quill.

"Nice to meet you too." Legend gave the woman a small smile. He wasn't going to mention that he had found out her name a while ago, just to be prepared.

He nodded eagerly as she agreed with him. It was horrible. Extremely horrible. Maybe. He expected Inez to start laughing and kick him out of her office. But surprisingly that didn't happen. "He was like a mini Dementor. Absolutly horrid." Legend grinned as he said it. If she was going to agree how horrible Armen was...

"Thanks, the rules of apparating aren't that hard." Wait, he could get his licence? Like...NOW? Without another test or anything? Sitting up straight in the chair, and quickly grabbed the quill. Filling out the forum as neat and fast as he could, Legend checked it over once more to make sure that everything was right, before pushing it back to Inez. "Thank you. Really. I appreciate it." Legend stood up quickly. "Do you want some coffee? I could get you some." He wasn't her employee but Legend was amazing at coffee runs, and she had just made his life so much easier!

SPOILER!!: It's the forum!

Name: Legend Chosen
DOB: September 5th, 2057
Age: 19
Date Tested: October 17th, 2076
Place of employment and position: Ministry of Magic, Auror Trainee (YATI)
Wand: Oak, Aethonan hair, 11 inches
Address: 62 Great Newport Street, London, England
Number of Attempts: 1
Number of Fails: 0

The man was very kind and spoke to Inez very politely, she valued manners and was glad that Evander had taught his employees how to act.

Just as she had finished talking about Armen's less than satisfactory running of the Department at the end of his ten years, Legend began to call the man a mini-dementor and she couldn't help but giggle a bit. "Oh now, now. It can't have been that bad." she said with a grin. "Well actually he might have been, I've yet to officially meet the guy. I doubt he's very eager to meet me, because, well..." she gestured to herself in the office that was once that odd man's.

"Excellent, we will get this on file as soon as possible." She tapped the paper with her wand and then handed him an Apparition License. "Here you are Mr. Chosen, sorry about your inconvience." She smiled and thought that would be the ending of their little meeting but the guy had offered to get her coffee for her trouble. "Oh that won't be necessary. But perhaps you wouldn't mind to show me around the Ministry a bit later today?"

She still needed a guide to learn where some of the places were here.

"He wasn't that bad to me..." The blond said slowly. "..but you know, I hear things." Especially when he worked in the MLE and there had been a feud between the two departments. "And I agree with you, but that's okay you don't want to meet him anyways." Recard would NOT want to meet the woman who had taken his job. Would actually would want to meet their replacement?

Legend was beyond excited. Sure he had already been apparating when it was important, but now he could do so legally. He looked over to Inez giving her a small smile. Hoopefully she couldn't read minds or anything. "Thank you." He said, excitement still clear on his face as he took the license.

Oh yeah, he was cool.

"Sure! I mean, I wouldn't mind at all." He shook his head. "When I first came in the Ministry I got lost every five minutes." It really a was a confusing place. He held out her hand to shake it once more. "Any set time?" He was going to be a tour guide with a licence. Awesome.

Inez giggled again as Legend began to let her in on how he had felt about Armen Recard a bit more and then tried to cover up for politeness or whatever it was for. He had assured her first intentions of not wanting to meet the man.

"Oh well if you give me a tour you won't be getting me lost will you? I might just have to take the new license back..." she teased the younger man. "Oh would you mind starting now? I have a block of free time we could at least start our tour. How about you show me your level?" She hadn't been up on level two yet, and well MLE was sort of the reason she was here now, was it not?

She stood up without really waiting for an answer and smoothed out her skirt, waiting to be escorted out.

Home at last.

Armen Recard had spent the majority of the day re-organizing his office to that of his liking and was finially finished. He walked over to the high chair he had once sat in everyday and plopped back in slowly, relishing the moment. He patted the leather pad that protected the wood of his desk when he wrote and smirk smally. He always knew he would make it back into this position again, he had wanted to rub it in wish the lady who had held his spot good luck with her future whatever back in Germany but hadn't seen her of late, but after he had recieved his original job back, nothing could have taken his mind off of it.

Admiring the portrait of himself over the mantle, Recard began to work on a few things that had been pressing him; like the nice new flat he was buying because of the pay raise again.