Quite why anyone thought he made a great van guard Antonin would never be sure, however there he was, loitering rather unabashedly in an alleyway spitting distance from the entrance to the deserted tube station. He had watched through a cigarette smoke haze as first a Death Eater, and then three Order members showed up, the plan apparently going to well, plan, as first one, then another Order member descended the stairs down into the station. Admittedly he had rather hoped the girl would follow them, however sometimes luck was just not on his side. Eyeing the man standing near him Antonin was fairly certain that Duvalgen (he was reasonably sure anyway it was Duvalgen) was supposed to be down below, however on the other man's head be it if he was breaking orders from the Dark Lord. Chucking the butt in the gutter Antonin pulled his mask back down and adjusted his hood, checking his watch for good measure as he estimated the two men had entered the station at least two minutes previously.

It was, he concluded, show time.

Removing his wand he jabbed the other man once in the back, gesturing for him to leave the concealment of the alleyway. The street was mercifully deserted and with merely a few strides the two Death Eaters had put themselves in full view of whoever happened to look, only the ever-present London smog providing anything in the way of cover.

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