Missions

A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07

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I sit still, listening to the Radio playing through the Headphones. I was currently hacked into the German frequency, listening to the incoming orders, and outgoing reports from and to Berlin respectively.

Writing something down, I hand the paper to Victor, and say, "Rommel's leaving for Germany. He's sick, or so he says."

Victor chuckles, as he reads through the transcript, and says, "Good job, kid. You up for a tough mission?"

I smirk at him, and ask, "What's the job?"

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I nod at the Italian soldier walking towards me with a smile on my face, and say, "Good evening." 

Internally scowling, I move on with my leisurely walk towards the central encampment, with a soft "I belong here" field spread around me using my Telepathy.

For three days, I've been in Tunis, finally getting to brush up my Infiltration and Information gathering skills.

Infiltrating the camp was easy, I just couldn't do anything while in there yet. Anything I do has a chance of bringing negative attention to me.

I'd found a lone Italian soldier on the outskirts of the Mareth Line 3 days ago. It didn't take me long to copy all his memories, and then his face, before I killed him and took his place in the Italian Army currently defending Tunis.

For these last three days, I've had to pretend to be a fascist piece of shit, who fully supports Mussolini's claim over the entirety of Southern Europe, and the continent of Africa.

This infiltration was necessary, because we were planning on starting a new offensive against Tunis soon, since the Southern Allied army was doing good in pushing the Axis towards Tunis, more and more.

Before that happens though, I needed to bring details about their sentry positions, Duty change schedules, and their numbers. Which is why, I was currently a fascist Italian in central Tunis.

I really hate this job.

Walking towards the building which I know to carry a lot of written secrets, I smile at the guard, and say, "You'll let me inside."

The man salutes me, and says, "Of course, sir! Right this way."

As he opens the door for me, I walk inside, the guard already forgetting these last two minutes. This was the Intelligence Centre of the Camp. I'd listened to orders coming and going from here for a few days, before the actual infiltration began.

But I was actually here, because there are some orders, some information, that just isn't said on even Radio.

5 hours later, I mumble to myself, "Oh, fuck. I need to leave, now."

"Who's there?" Someone yells, making me wince at my damn stupidity. I quickly copy the papers with the Gemino charm, pocket the copies, and walk towards the exit. 

The man passes me, and I wince again, realising that it's a higher up. He doesn't see me, thankfully, because of my telepathy, and the Disillusionment charm I cast on myself.

I debate killing the Major, but since I don't want to cause a panic yet, I don't. Since the man finds nothing missing, he leaves the room, but before leaving, he orders the guard, "Lock down the place. Something's amiss."

And it's time for me to fuck off.

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"There's a huge shipment coming in, 7 ships, from the Italian Navy, filled with men and munitions." I say, walking inside Victor's room, and sitting down.

"How many?" James asks, puffing the cigar in his hands.

I hand him the papers, and say, "50000 minimum, possibly 70000. We need to inform HQ. We can't do anything from here."

Victor sighs, turns to James, and asks, "You'll give this to Johnny?"

Johnny is a Canadian General in our Camp, and he's a Veteran of the Great War. He knew James and Victor from then, and he respects them a lot, which means he'll trust this information. My mission wasn't exactly.. on the papers.

James nods, and taking the papers, walks outside.

Victor turns back to me, and says, "Congratulations, Sgt Mason Aves. You've just been promoted."

"I don't think you have the power to do that, you're just a Sargent yourself." I drily point out, as I lean back in my chair. Ah, that felt good.

Victor chuckles, and hands me a cigar. He says, "I might not have the rank, kid. But I definitely have the Power to make it happen. And celebrate, you deserve it."

Well, I have never smoked a Cigar before, so let's try that at least, the impending battle notwithstanding.

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May 1943: Tunis, Africa

I stop my knife before it can stab into the chest of the person in front of me, hearing a horn, and breathe hard. Finally, Tunis was ours. Allied Forces had won the North African Campaign, at least for now, most of it thanks to the information I had brought from the Italian camp.

"Just surrender, man." I say in German, seeing the German soldier still standing to fight, despite the Surrender horn having been blown already.

The man spits out blood, and says, "Never! Not to American scum like you!"

Sighing, I punch him in the head, and cast a stunning spell right as my fist hit his head, knocking him unconscious. I'm British, I take it as an insult to be called an American.

Putting my knife back inside its holder, I look around. This most recent attack on Tunis had taken us months of planning, and waiting, and a few days worth of fighting. And thanks to a very detailed planning, we hadn't lost much lives, as compared to the Germans and Italians.

Now, we'll be free to start the Italian campaign from this direction, starting with the Sicilian campaign next.

The Allied Navy had played their part in preventing Tunis from getting reinforcements from Italy, and we, the ground force, had the responsibility of carrying out an attack against Tunis itself.

For two months, I've been a part of Victor's team, or as he is now, Captain Creed's team. Our mission, as off the books as it was, allowed the Higher ups to promote both of us. Victor, because he planned it, and I, because I was the one to carry it out. I became a Sgt, Victor became a Captain, and a few more of our attacks later James also joined me in becoming a Sgt.

Along with Victor's original team, we were a direct assault team, with most of our targets being Supply runs, and a few hidden bases, which Victor smelled out for us. 

I've learned a lot from the two brothers, and even from the rest of my team. Victor is an amazing fighter, although he depends on his superior strength too much. But James? He's a fighter, and he's physically weaker than Victor, but he could still defeat Victor every once in a while.

He taught me to take down stronger enemies, to use their own strengths against them. And although I'm nowhere near close to take down someone like James, let alone Victor, I have learned a lot.

I learned how to snipe from Justin, but I didn't see myself as a sniper. At least, I got to improve my aim in this war, which will definitely help me out in the Wizarding World, or if I meet a Wizard. Matthew also showed me how to set most of the explosives we had access to, and where to plant them to cause the most damage.

In return, I taught them all how to carry out first aid on yourself, and on others. Victor.. refused to learn, which I understood, but thankfully James learned enough for the two of them.

Along with that, I got a lot of experience in killing people, healing people, following orders, seeing Victor make his superiors follow his orders, and I also learned how to smoke Cigars without coughing, reliving my Asthma. All in all, these last 3 months were really busy for us all. And I enjoyed most of these days. Most.

Around me, I could see the rest of my team, also cleaning up, and taking care of the Prisoners. They number a lot, since they didn't have anyone to command over them right now, and had to surrender for fear of death.

Our two armies had cornered them in Tunis itself, after a long, drawn out campaign. And finally, they had surrendered.

But.. something was wrong. I could feel something is wrong, but I don't know what.

"You feel it too, don't you? It ain't over yet, kid." Victor says, coming to stand beside me.

I frown, by now used to his gift of always feeling the atmosphere, and say, "Yeah. Stay alert. I'll try and find out what the issue is."

If it was just me feeling things, I would have dismissed it as paranoia. But Victor too? That's suspicious. Plus, I remember the last time this happened was when I met Set. So, yeah, not taking a risk.

Suddenly, as I am about to let out my Astral Form to find out where this feeling is coming from, I notice something that makes me scowl, disappointed in myself. We were alone, Victor and I. Everyone else, even James, had gone on somewhere, and I could see a few going inside the buildings to celebrate, or to take care of the Prisoners. And somehow, even Victor was yet to notice it. A muggle repelling ward?

"Everyone's gone." I mumble, finally bringing Victor's attention to it.

"Curious." A man says, becoming suddenly visible, the German accent really pronounced. "The muggle repelling ward does not work on freaks of nature like you? And you? Are you also a freak like this wild one? Really curious."

Victor immediately summons his nails, and bends down in his unique stance, snarling at the man. I raise my hand in front of Victor, to stop him from blindly attacking this man, this Wizard.

I don't think his healing will heal even Victor back to life after a bloody Killing Curse.

Shit! A wizard, here? A white German wizard in fucking Africa?

"Didn't expect Grindelwald's goons to show up in Africa. Keeping an eye on your investments?" I ask, thankful that the feral mutant by my side had stopped his attack for now to wait and watch.

Victor mumbles, "Grinde- what? And what the fuck's a muggle?"

I whisper, "Shh.. later. This guys dangerous, understand that for now."

"Oh? A British Wizard? I did not know that the British had gotten so filthy that they send Wizards into muggle wars? How.. disappointing. This just makes our cause that much more important. Why should Wizards die in Filthy muggle wars?" The man says, really laying it thick.

Victor smirks at me, and asks, "Wizard? We're going to have a long talk later, Aves."

I nod mutely, as the man says, "Don't worry, muggle. You're going to know all about it in a while, when we.. hire your services. Of course, you don't have the option to refuse, since you're going to die later anyway."

"The fuck's his problem?" Victor asks, turning his head towards me, while I silently keep watching the man for any sudden moves.

"Yes, Mr Britain. Explain to these Muggle freaks about everything as I look on like an idiot." The German interrupts, and almost nonchalantly says , "Avada Kedavra!"

The green spell of death flies towards me, from the tip of his wand, and knowing that this idiotic mutant will not dodge, I push him away from me with my telekinesis, and transfigure a wall in front of me to block the spell.

The wall blows up from the spell, sending debris all around, giving me enough cover to take out my wand, and cast a bombarda through the dust.

A gong sounds, as the spell hits a shield, and the man says, "Cease this at once, Mr Britain. You won't win this fight. I would hate to kill a Wizard over some muggle freaks."

So he's here for the mutants? And where is James? Is he already captured? And how did he even know of them. 

I could take it directly out of his mind, but that takes the fun away from things. Let's find out the fun way, shall we? I know that James will be alright, injured, if alive.

"Ventus." I mumble, blowing the dust away from between us, showing us to each other once more.

Victor stands at the side, his nails enlarged, and his muscles a little bulked up.

I ask the man, "What does Grindelwald want with these muggles?"

The man chuckles, pointing his hand at Victor, and says, "Why wouldn't anyone want them? They're exquisite, if filthy, little muggles. They can heal faster than anyone we have ever seen. Grindelwald, like anyone, would like such healing in his arsenal."

Damn, sometimes I hate it when my guesses are proved correct. 

"You're awfully forthcoming with explanation." Victor remarks from the side.

The man scowls at Victor, and says, "You're both going to be defeated here anyway, freak. What's the point of holding answers back from a Wizard, if I'm doing this for his sake itself?"

I scoff, and ask, "Is that what Grindelwald's telling you? That he's doing this for the Wizarding World's sake?"

"DO NOT speak of him as if you know him, Britisher! Besides, we already have one of them, this second one's just the bonus." The man yells, pointing his wand back up at me.

I raise my wand in answer, and say, "Come on, what are you waiting for? A tired British Wizard, against a fresh Dark Wizard. Isn't this a big advantage to you? Or is it not enough? Should I tie my hands behind my back-"

I suddenly summon a shield, to block the expulso he sent at me. I deflect the spell back at him, following it up with a reducto on the ground near him, while starting to walk towards the man. He blocks the first spell, but the second one lands before he can do anything, sending dust flying.

He casts the ventus charm to get rid of the dust, and steps to the side to let a Stupefy pass by harmlessly.

He casts a dark cutting curse(Lacero) at me, which I dispell with its counter curse cast right at it. He casts the bone breaking curse, which I dispell with a bone mending charm. Frowning out of frustration after many such dispelled curses, he sends a stream of conjured fire in the shape of a bird.

It's not Fiendfyre, but it is a dark curse made of flames for which I don't have a counter. Except for water and oxygen depletion that is. I wave my wand over my head, and cast Aguamenti, Conjuring lots of water in a circle around me.

Before the flames can reach me, I reshape that water into a blob, and send it to cover the entire bird, using both methods at once to suffocate the flames.

As my wand is focused on getting rid of the fire, the Dark wizard uses that opportunity to try and take me down with a well aimed Stupefy.

I was anything but distracted, however, and I slap the spell away with a wandless shield charm in my left hand.

"You- no- you- that's impossible! Casting two spells at once is impossible, not when your wand is already busy casting a spell!" The man rambles, as he keeps firing spells at me, all of which I defend against, my wand now free after getting rid of the cursed flames.

Catching the latest Depulso at the tip of my wand, and pulling my hand backwards, I cast a piercing charm along with sending the Depulso back, making it as fast as possible on purpose, and send it straight through his shield charm, and into his shoulder. The depulso takes care of the shield, while the piercing charm goes through his shoulder quite easily.

As he gasps out of pain, bleeding from his shoulder, I say, "Good thing I didn't believe the warning then, isn't it?"

The man drops down on the ground with a thud, with Victor having gotten a drop on him while he was distracted by me.

"Okay, now that's a dick move. We both know I had him." I say, scowling at Victor, who had his leg on the man's back, pressing into the wound.

Victor turns towards me, and snarls, "Complain later. We need to find James first."

The man laughs, despite the pain, and says, "I won't tell you anything, freak! Your brother is already bound for Austria! Gellart should have begun his Ritual by now!"

Frowning I bend down, and before Victor can kill him, enter his mind. I come out of his mind just as Victor snaps his neck, saving me from phantom pains, but then, I feel real pain as Victor has me up in the air with one hand, his nails digging in my neck.

"One wrong move and I rip your throat out." Victor whispers, now definitely out of his mind.

I choke, and pat his arms, silently pleading with him to leave me. He does so, with quite a force, and drops me on the ground. Coughing, I throw Victor away from me with a depulso, and say, "I'm on your side, you fucking moron!"

Victor stands up from the fall, starts pacing, and ask, "Explain, what was he talking about? What are Wizards?"

Drinking some water, I look at him incredulously. Did he just ask what wizards are?

"Right, stupid question." Victor mumbles, well at least he's self aware about it. As I drink more water, he asks, "What can you tell me about him? His allies?"

I frown, staring at the dead body, and say, "They're Wizard Nazis, and Grindelwald is their leader, their Hitler. Muggles are normal people, those without any powers. Wizards are like Mutants, except all of us have the same power, Magic."

"Obviously there are differences. You're a mutant too, I can definitely smell that. He isn't. And you're faster and stronger than him." Victor says, more to himself than to me.

I point out, "And more knowledgeable, and better looking. Don't forget that second one."

I start getting up, and before Victor starts attacking me again, I say, "I know where James is. They have a building hidden over there, a kilometre out in that direction. He was bluffing about James having been taken out of country. Try and use your sense of smell, instead of your sense of anger."

Victor takes a few breaths, first to calm himself, and then to track down his brother. He then smiles, showing his teeth, and says, "Come on. We got Wizards to kill."

That we do. But first, I pick a rock, turn it into a portkey, and place it on the man's chest. Writing a letter for Darla, and one for the Aurors, I attach it to the man's body, and send them both to my Islington house. Then, I send a Patronus to Darla, informing her of the pickup available for her.

Now, let's go rescue James.

We start running towards the house that James was taken to but stop just 100 yards away, seeing it blow up in an amazing display of fire. From the flames, James walks out, his clothes burned off in the fire, his burns already healing up.

He looks more annoyed than angry though, as he approaches us, his junk waving wildly in the air.

"What took you two so long?" James asks, joining us in looking at the burning building.

I say, "Victor had to go through a tantrum. You know how it is."

James snorts, and says, "Damn right I do. Did you get attacked too?"

Victor scowls and says, "Yes. The man was fast, not as fast as us, but the kid wanted to take him on alone."

James slowly turns his head towards me, and asks, "You took this long for one man, bub? Disappointing as fuck."

I just sigh, conjure some clothes for him, and shake my head. I say, "Let's just get out of here. I think I need a drink, or two."

James just stares at the clothes warily, until Victor hands it to him, and says, "He's a Wizard like them. Only he's on the good side."

"There's Wizards now? So that's what the sticks were, wands. I thought they were mocking my bones." James says, grumbling as he wears the pant.

As the two brothers start walking towards the village of Tunis once again, I sigh, almost hating having to do this, but.. this is necessary. Putting my hand on my head to focus, I go inside both their minds at once, and change a few things about this memory.

They'll remember James being kidnapped, us being attacked, but they won't remember it being Wizards. They'll think it was a Nazi group of scientists, and some other Nazi mutants, part of Hydra, wanting to experiment on us.

This is for the best, since I don't want anyone to know about the Wizarding world. And Victor, as good as a friend and teacher he is right now, is impulsive. He could mention it by accident, 50 years from now, and it's over for everyone.

I follow after them, after casting an Aguamenti to get rid of the fire, and confirming that everyone inside is dead. I don't want any Wizards going after the brothers. They're my friends, James and Victor. And yes, as eccentric as Victor is, even he's my friend. But, this also brings forth a conundrum.

Grindelwald knows about Mutants, I have no idea how this will progress. Has he captured any more mutants? Does he plan to? And what for? Is this related to this super secret Ritual of his, that's something to look out for. He could be stealing mutations for all I know.

Sigh, now I'm going to have to watch my back for Wizards too, in the muggle war. Why can't things ever be simple?

-

I sigh, enjoying the relaxation I'm getting after a long time. We were waiting for the Higher ups to decide what to do about Sicily, and the Italy.

We knew they both were going to be invaded, they needed to be invaded, but not even the leaders had decided how to go about it. 

And for once, I was alone here, with no Cigar smoke to accompany me, and no stench of too much alcohol either. James and Victor had both disappeared off somewhere, alone, but no one cares to ask because everyone knows they're dangerous.

As I take a swig of my whisky, which is the only thing alcoholic that I drink a lot of, I see the tent flap open, and see a French man peeking through. He was a Private, from the looks of it, and he looks at me, and asks, "You Sgt Mason Aves?"

I look him up and down, and ask, "Yup, who's asking?"

The Frenchman walks inside, offers a letter which already fills me with dread, and says, "Col. Grey asked me to give this to you. You're being reassigned. He says to get the details from him itself at sharp 6 PM today evening."

Just to be sure, I enter his mind, and find that he wasn't lying, and this wasn't a trap for me or something. Col Grey was reassigning me, but the Frenchman didn't know where.

Taking the letter, I nod at the Frenchman, and say, "Thank you, soldier."

As the Frenchman walks out of my tent, which I was currently sharing with James and Victor, I open the letter and read it. 'Mr Mason Aves.. bla bla bla.. being reassigned.. bla bla..' oh, I'm being sent on a mission? Seems my reputation did improve thanks to Victor and James… 'show up at the Command Centre at 6 PM sharp.. bla bla don't be late..'

Welp, I'll be sad to leave these two idiots, but I know we'll meet again. At least, I'll be sure to find them later in life.

But now, time to go meet my superiors to find out what my mission is.

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"With all respect, Colonel, Sirs, fuck no." I say, after hearing the beginning of the mission details.

The Colonel frowns, while I hear three separate snorts, and he says, "This isn't up for debate, soldier. You're being ordered to do this, not asked."

I slide the letter back towards him, and say, "I'm not a bloody paratrooper, Sir. This mission is not something I am confident I can complete."

"Are you good at infiltration?" The Colonel asks, to which I nod. He then asks, "Are you sure you can come back successfully, once you finish your mission?" I nod again, scowling at the realisation that there's no getting out of this. He slides the information pamphlet back towards me, and says, "So you accept?"

I nod, hesitantly, and say, "I still don't think I'm the right man for this."

General Anderson, who had stayed silent during this meeting, opens his mouth, and says, "We've all read your Tunis report, Sargent. I didn't sign off on your promotion just because an old friend asked me to do it. I did it because you deserved it. Take this mission, and if you fail, we won't try and condemn you for it."

Damn, that's evil. Failing such an important mission is sure to brand anyone as incompetent. It'll have me demoted and moved back into the regular infantry, most likely at the Vanguard. This is a good temptation. Fucking bastards.

Col Grey then says, "That's done then. You will go in tonight, alone, as we carry out our nightly raids, and infiltrate Troina in Sicily. You will rendezvous with Captain Jean-Pierre Monet of the French Air Force at this designated location, and help him get out of Sicily alive. He has information that we need, really need, to win this war."

This is not dangerous at all! Note the Sarcasm.

Parachute into hostile territory, while they're firing their anti-aircraft weapons upwards, and then look for a French Air Force Captain in a big ass town, and then safely get him, and the information package out of Sicily. 

Gen. Anderson then adds, "Do this, Sargent, and I'll make sure you get at least one award from the King himself."

Meh, not that interested in that.

I nod, and say, "I'll do my best, sir. How can I find Captain Monet?"

The two higher ups exchange a look, and Colonel Grey says, "Captain Monet is currently hidden away in Troina, we don't know where. He has a former prisoner of war with him, a Major Dubois. He had gone to extract Major Dubois, succeeded in getting out of prison, but he hasn't been able to get out of Troina, let alone Sicily. We trust in your abilities to bring them both out successfully."

Well.. you could have bloody mentioned that before. You know what, fuck that. I enter their minds, and get every detail of the mission from the source itself. Even the things that they didn't plan on telling me, like the fact that Major Dubois is related to some French Politician. Which is definitely the only reason this rescue mission is being issued, twice.

Can I do it? Hell yeah, it'll be easy as hell. But I'm a literal Medic! Not a spy, Medic! I came here to kill people, and to heal people, not to rescue people by wandering amongst Fascists and Nazis.

I salute the two bastards in front of me, take the mission package, and leave out the door to the Command Centre, and back to my own tent. I have 3 hours to prepare before the air raids start.

My second infiltration mission, and I'm just a Sargent. Sigh, Victor and James are really lucky to be given the more unsubtle missions. Now, I'll probably never get a chance to join their team for missions again. Well, at least I have a lot of their blood, bone, marrow, and flesh, preserved, and already sent to the Aves Manor.

Knocking them out with telepathy, and using magical spells to get whatever I need. Two nutrition potions, and they didn't even feel a thing, since they were already healed up.

I do feel a little bad about it, but then again, I didn't kill them! I'll probably do something nice for them later in life too. If we meet that is.

But now, time to rescue a bloody French Major. Huh, I wonder why the British are handling this Mission.

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A/N: I probably won't bring Victor and James into the Howling commandos. Mason, probably yes. But no feral mutant brothers.

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