The Auror led him through a maze of black-marble corridors, illuminated by torches with green flickering flames. Twice did the descend a set of stairs, and twice did they pass broad doors. Then, as they turned the corner, a deep shaft barred by a retractable iron fence came within sight. The elevator. 

The auror caught a glimpse of his questioning look. [COLOR=AquaMarine]"We're going to the Department of Magical Transportation. The Portkey we've arranged for you and that woman leads to Vegas."[/COLOR] He paused. [COLOR=AquaMarine]"Requires more paperwork, you see, to travel where muggles might discover you."[/COLOR] 

Percy nodded. [COLOR=WHEAT]"Happened to an associate of mine in Calais once. You'd think the police wouldn't be a trouble for a wizard. Apparently there's a limit to the amount of tasers a shield charm can deflect."[/COLOR] 

[COLOR=AquaMarine]"Tasers?"[/COLOR] 

[COLOR=WHEAT]"It's a muggle thing their enforcers use to-"[/COLOR] Percy sighed. [COLOR=WHEAT]"You know what, nevermind."[/COLOR] 

It was the Auror's turn to nod. They walked the remainder of the way in silence, until they arrived at the proper room. The Auror pushed the door open. [COLOR=AquaMarine]"After you Mister Dumas."[/COLOR] Percy mumbled a thanks and walked in.

Immediately his new 'partner' - or rather new liability - took her chance to comment. [COLOR=WHEAT]"A pleasure to meet you too, Miss Wyrmstone."[/COLOR] He remarked begrudgingly. One of the Aurors stepped forward, handing him the sinister-looking wand that belonged to Nerissa. He ignored her second comment, instead turning to the Auror closest to the Portkey. [COLOR=WHEAT]"Is there anything I need to know about our destination or mission?"[/COLOR] 

The Auror shook his head. [COLOR=ORANGE]"I'm afraid you know everything there is to know already."[/COLOR] Percy's brow furrowed. [COLOR=ORANGE]"Once you're both ready, grab on to the port key and it will take you to Las Vegas where you will meet with Miss Abigail Thompson."[/COLOR] Percy hesitated for a moment - it made the Aurors tense up. Then Nerissa took hold of the Portkey, which forced him to move too. Her life was intertwined with his. If her mistakes led to death, he'd die too. No, he couldn't let her go off alone. She found another opportunity to taunt the men before her. By the time Percy considered intervening, the Portkey activated.

Again colours swirled, and the screaming winds robbed him of his hearing. 

A heartbeat later he found himself backed up against the wall of a way too cramped room, bumping his head against a low shelf as he tried to stand upright. He stood tightly pressed against Nerissa, and the Portkey had fallen into a bucket out his left, out of his reach. Summarize in one word, it was uncomfortable. He uneasily tried to shift closer to the door, but Nerissa pressed herself closer against him, an obstacle between him and the door. Instinctively his hand went to her wand - safely hidden in the inner pocket of his brown trench coat.  

Then she began with sensual whispers. [COLOR=RED]"Oh, Percy, we find ourselves in such a deliciously tight situation, don't we? I wonder, would you like to be one of my conquests? To taste the forbidden fruit and revel in the thrill of surrender?"[/COLOR] Her eyes gleamed. Percy's looked to be weighing. 

[COLOR=WHEAT]"Listen, Miss Wyrmstone."[/COLOR] His right arm moved along her waist. [COLOR=WHEAT]"You're a gorgeous woman. That you really are."[/color] His arm stopped moving as he reached the small of her back. [COLOR=WHEAT]"But you're also a lunatic and a convicted murderer. That's an incredible turnoff."[/COLOR] He finally found the door's lock behind her. Before she could respond Percy muttered [COLOR=WHEAT]"Alohamora"[/COLOR] and the door swung open. He kept his arm wrapped around her as he prepared to step through, making sure that she would tumble backward with the door opening behind her. When he was certain she had regained her balance, he took a firm hold by her arm instead and guided her through the corridor. 

An elderly pair stood on the other side of the corridor, having watched the janitor's closet open and the man and woman coming through. It didn't take a strong legilimens to tell what they were thinking. Yet all he heard as he strode away was [COLOR=CORNFLOWERBLUE]"Oh my."[/COLOR] 

He stopped a few times to ask if anyone knew someone named 'Abigail Thompson'. The third time, a young man with a badge remarked "Abigail? You mean Topsy?" which made the search a whole lot easier. 

In less than ten minutes, they found themselves two seats positioned toward a stage with red curtains. He rested his head on his balled fist, elbow supported by the round table covered with a white tablecloth between them. [COLOR=WHEAT]"You think she's going to be using actual magic?"[/COLOR] He asked absently, forgetting for a moment that Nerissa wasn't the kind of person he wanted to have a casual conversation with. [COLOR=WHEAT]"If we're going to have to wait any longer, I'm going to order something to drink."[/COLOR]