Apollonia in Greece - A Trip to Athenes {Open}

Traveling.......it had never been one of the reasons he had taken this job. Yet, the last couple of months had led to more than his fair share. When Bo had taken office, he had taken what was a closet and turned it into......a closet with a nicer desk.

His department had been practically non-existent upon his appointment. It had been one of the appeals of the job. Couldn’t do worse than nothing, the runt of the magical law enforcement. Sill was viewed that way he supposed, but the galleons he had brought in from illicit materials, saving time from aurors, and just the loose cash had been blue ribbon worthy. It’s what allowed him to go after whales instead of minnows, and just like dogs they knew not to sleep where they shit, and there was plenty of that around the world.

His cowboy hat sat low, the brim obscuring his face so only a tangled nest of beard could be seen. A gentle waft of cigar smoke danced from the darkness. His shirt was white, with bright yellow pineapples covering it, the buttons feeling the fancy Greek food he had expenses at the ministries good, all be it unknown, grace. His jeans where haggard, well work, and clearly worked in. His boots however looked brand new. A benefit of his last big job. Black snakeskin, and polished to a sheen reflecting the hot Greek sun.

Next to him sat a tall slender man, his olive skin and clear accent portrayed a local to the teeth. He was in deep conversation with a third, while Bo lounged back, boots on a chair not even trying to listen to a language he had no hopes of deciphering.

The woman stood, her purse jingling more than it had been when she sat down and discreetly disappeared into the crowd seeming to vanish into then air. “Well Alec? This dog gonna hunt or what?” Bo’s gravely voice at distinct ends with the Greek. At his words his boots hit the cobblestone and he sat up. Snubbing the cigar on the bottom of his boot he let it sit on the table still smoking ever so slightly. He took a drink from an iced glass, his eyes darting from face to face at the other tables in the outdoor cafe.

“He is here........two tables behind us.....”. Alexio stated cooly as he lit his own cigarette. He sat back at total calm and poise. The two men distinctly opposites. Bo couldn’t help but think he liked this pretty boy. Hell, he’d proven himself tougher in a fight than a manged raccoon. The Greek auror has come highly respected, and it was easy to see why. His fine suite pressed beyond repute. Tie distinctly in place, with jet black hair the wind couldn’t hope to muss.

Reaching into his pocket, Bo removed a second cigar. Biting the end off he quickly lit it. His eyes scanned the tables in front of him, searching. The prey was behind, but he wouldn’t be the only one in the fight. In front of him he saw a young girl leave a hotel, a mother pushing a stroller, two old men discussing who knew what as the walked by. “Hell of a place for a scrap.” He said siting back. His left hand sliding down to his pocketto grip a wand, while his right moved close to his boot as he moved his foot to rest up in the chair again. “Let’s wait and see who jumps first Alec. I’d rather not do this Alamo style.” As he said that the smoke from the seemingly put out cigar started to pick up instead of extinguish.

Alexio nodded slowly, having grown used to the mispronunciations of his name. His own hand seemed to be relaxed, despite the wand centimeters from his fingertips. The American hadn’t been his first choice, but after the last duel he wasn’t complaining to have the bear of a man sitting next to him.

“Awe shiiiit” Bo cursed quietly. His hand moving away from his boot to lounge back some more. “That little gal done sit with one of his goons dint she?” He say his eyes looking into his magical glasses that allowed him to see in any direction. It’d been bad enough all the civilians around, let alone putting one directly in the scrap.

Taking a puff from his fancy cigarette Alexio merely nodded, blowing out a perfect smoke ring. Reaching to the table he gripped the beer he had ordered and there it back. Drowning the entire glass, a thin stream moving unbeknownst to him through his beard. The cigar that he has supposedly snuffed had only started to smoke harder, it would soon even be getting some extra glances. Rubbing his face Bo looked again in the glasses to peer behind him.

The girl had sat with one of two body guards that directly flanked their target. Behind and in front was surely several more, it these three at least had their faces on paper in his back pocket. “You reckon you could grab her? A-pirate away prior to the tussle?” He would ask waving away the waitress that had come by to offer a refill.

“Possibly.....but she’s very close. Going to have to be....very fast.” Alexio would say cooly, blowing another smoke ring. He would then pick up a fork and take a bite of whatever Grecian desert he had ordered.

“Aight......let’s go then, before more civvies get in the way.” Bo would start, sitting up in earnest. “You go right, fetch the girl and a goon. I’ll take left, grab ole boy and another goon. Take him out and meet at base, sound good?” He would punctuate the last part, feeling at home giving a couple orders and going into an operation. To his gusto Alexio would merely shrug and take one more bite before taking a puff of his cigarette. “Aight then, on my mark.” Bo would say.

“3.....”. He would start to stretch, before lazily moving down and gripping his wand. “2......”. Wand in hand, he would stand up before feigning a farewell to his friend, while Alexio removes his cigarette and feigned the same. “1.......”he would turn, viewing the target in earnest for the first time, Alexio placing the cigarette on his middle finger presses against his thumb, flicking it towards the still smoking cigar.

“MARK!” He would shout, hoping to be disorienting, just as in perfect harmony the Greeks cigarette hit the cigar, a puff of flame, and then a tsunami of smoke filled the area, completely obscuring vision and filling the lungs of nearly anyone there who had not been prepared. Coughing could be heard as Bo rushed forward, reaching with both hands and finding his two targets before aparating from the restaurant to the countryside where there would be an open area to tussle.

After that gut wrenching feeling, the smoke was replaced with ocean spray breeze, but to his surprise he was staring at the face of a young girl, and in his other hand a fistful of jacket from his targets body guard. “Awe fuucc......” He would start to say realizing he’d grabbed the wrong pair, to the body guards credit the next blast sent Bo toppling against the ground.

Now about 20 feet from the dark wizard he stood and dusted himself off. Reaching up and flicking his hat so that it fell behind him. Alexio would have to handle himself, but now he had one dark wizard, and a girl that looked like she was still a student. No one else around, this was a turn of events.