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A RUMOR OF PEACE	By : Acaciarose Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You sent for me?" came the harshly snapped question as he slid into the booth, his back to the wall, raising his hand to call a server over. "Saggitarian scotch," he ordered.
"Of course, Sir. My Lord," she looked at Riddle. "Would you like another brandy?"
"I would, " he answered, and as soon as she walked away, he slid a vividly colored, holographic photo onto the table before him. "Take a good look at him."
He looked down at the photo, then returned his gaze to the man seated across from him. "What about him, Tom?" he asked coldly. "Aside from the fact that he has the slight look of a Lestrange, is stunningly gorgeous, and he has THE most interesting silver eyes."
A smirk. "He does, doesn't he? Isn't he?" Then his brow arched. "Does he really? Some distant relative you didn't know existed, perhaps?" he asked as the server brought them their drinks, and a platter of cheeses, crackers, and several fruits.
A snort. "THAT is hardly likely as Rabastan and I are the last of the Lestrange line. Name?" he asked, picking up his glass and sipping from it even as he reached for some cheese.
"That, Rodolphus, is Lt. Roark Peverell Potter, Colonial Counter-Intelligence. He is the youngest son of Commander James Peverell Potter and his wife, Lily. He and his elder brother, Lt. Hadrian are on Aquaria."
A sable brown brow arched over sherry-colored brown eyes. "Are they indeed?" he looked down at the photo again. "So?" he asked as he looked back up at him after a few silent centons {minutes} of studying the holograph. "What would the point be?"
"The POINT, Rodolphus, would be that he is now your target. He and his brother are the ones responsible for closing down all operations on Virgon several sectar {months} ago."
His brow shot up at that, full, sensual lips twisting into a slow half-smile. "Were they now?" he sat back in the leather seat of the booth, his arms lifting to cross over his chest. "And now they are on Aquaria."
"Yes," came the expected snarled reply. "In the few short days since my informant reported to me, they have managed to do quite a bit of damage, and he says they're just getting started. Fuck, in the last three days alone he has closed down two pleasure houses, one of my more popular drug dens, and three of my illegal gambling halls. They have also managed to capture several of my more successful drug and human trafficking runners and confiscated three incoming shipments and two outgoing ones. They are making a laughing stock of my people...of ME, and I want him dealt with."
'Interesting,' he thought privately behind exceptionally tight mental shields, one hand moving to pick up the holographic, eyes moving slowly over the mischievously smiling, absolutely, stunningly gorgeous young man. Suddenly, a strong flare of lust slammed into him, rocking him to his core and shocking the hell out of him, though he managed to hide it
You have his bio?" he asked, looking up with a coldly curious expression. 'Fuck,' he thought. He had not been THIS strongly attracted to anyone in a good long time, and certainly not just from looking at a holograph.
"Here," a sealed file was handed over to him. "You need to be made aware that sixteen yahren {year} ago, I raped, then murdered their mother in front of their father, before killing them both. I THOUGHT I had killed those boys as well, but they turned up on Virgon to work the case against me there."
A brow shot up. "That's not like you Tom to leave something unfinished."
"No need to tell me. For me not to have known that they had survived their injuries, they had to have been VERY well hidden from me. But no longer. The details of that night are in that file as well." He next passed over a heavy leather credit pouch. "Your usual pay. I wasn't able to reach your brother, so give this to him," a second file and credit pouch. "I want him to take care of Hadrian. I want them dead, Rodolphus."
"I'll get ahold of Rabastan as soon as I get home," he told him as he got to his feet, the two files in one hand, the credit pouches being secreted on his person. "We'll keep you updated."
A nod.
Rodolphus turned away from the table, heading to the door of the cantina at a fast clip. "And so now the games finally begin," came the thought as soon as he was outside, a smirk twisting his lips. Rabastan was going to be excited that things were finally going to begin moving. He was chuckling softly as he began to move down the walkway.
'May the better team win."
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Roark was staring down at the map spread out over his coffee table, slender fingers massaging his temples. Beside the map, lay a slip of paper telling him of a surprise delivery of drugs coming in from Taura, while a second one, in totally different handwriting, contained information on a shipment of kidnaped boys, girls, and young adults taken from several different Colonies by slavers.
The question right now giving him such a massive migraine, was where they intended to land, and WHEN they were coming in. The when he would know soon enough, but the where...now THAT was the real question.
Both notes with this information had appeared suddenly, unexpectedly. One in his and Harry's office, the other in the office that Fili and Kili were using. The source of these notes, they had realized, had very likely come from their informants. As soon as they had verified the information that the notes contained, they had set to work on figuring out the where, and the when.
He sighed, his silver eyes moving over the map. He loved a good puzzle, but figuring out--His head jerked up suddenly. There it was again. That feeling tingling over him...the feeling that he was being watched.
Turning his head, he looked around the living area of his apartment. Nothing. There was nothing there, even though the feeling persisted. Shaking his head he got to his feet, thinking, 'Perhaps it's time I took a break from this. Put it away for now.' He had started a new cross-stitch project a couple of days ago and found that he really wanted to get back to it.
It was as he was folding the map to put it away that the feeling returned even stronger than the first couple of times, making him freeze. Slowly, he began to turn, looking around his apartment.
No one.
There was no one there, and yet...this damn feeling persisted. Laying the folded map on the chair, he moved over to the sideboard set up to the right of the large, natural stone fireplace that took up nearly the whole wall. Reaching out, he picked up his favorite Aquarian red wine, and poured himself a glass, raising it to sip from as he ran a hand over his neck, trying to ease the tension that was now tightening the muscles of his neck and shoulders.
Yes, it was definitely time to take a break. Turning, he took one step, only to freeze again as that feeling of being watched washed over him once again. Oh, there was no doubt now...Someone was definitely watching him, studying him. It felt like he was being weighed for what he was worth.
His senses...his nerves alive with this new feeling of awareness...a feeling coming from--He whirled then, his hand flashing down to draw his laser, aiming it with deadly accuracy.
They both froze.
He was standing in the shadows just outside the terrace doors that he had left open to the overly warm, muggy evening. As he stepped forward, Roark saw that he was dressed completely in black. Black leather boots into which he had tucked black leather pants that seemed to mold his legs, his thighs, and...other things quite well. 'A little too well,' he thought now, thinking too that those pants almost looked like a second skin on him.
Quickly moving his eyes away from the rather nice size bulge, he saw he was wearing a black silk shirt tucked into the leather pants, a black leather vest over the shirt, and finally, black leather gloves on his hands.
He looked to be in his mid to late thirties. He was tall, standing a couple of inches over six feet. His body was quite nicely proportioned, with tight muscles in all the right places, showing that he obviously took very good care of himself. His face was slightly angular, tanned and framed by a nice mass of wavy, rich sable brown hair that were it not pulled back and held with a black leather hair tie, would have fallen to his shoulders.
Finally, as their eyes met...held...Roark thought of the sherry that his grandmother loved to drink. Fuck. He's...handsome. Shockingly so, and he had seen many a handsome man. Just look at all them Durin boys.
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