Columbia, 22:31 local time

Kiritsugu along with is assistant Maiya had been scouting and observing the compound 450 meters in front of them for 5 days. Taking in the routines of the guards, looking for potential weak points, and making a plan of attack.

They had been tracking this particular target for the last 7 weeks. Yosef Dragunov:: Age-32; Place of Birth-Khatanga, Russia. Received a sealing designation for research into reanimation of the dead (goals:: unknown) and threatening the secrecy of magecraft.

He has apparently been eluding enforcers for 2 years (if the body count was anything to go by). Not surprising considering his background. Father former KGB (turned chemistry professor after the fall of the Iron Curtain in1991) before dying of cancer. He himself spent 4 in the Russian ground forces. This meaning he knows how to hide and plays by and very different rule book than the Mages Association is used to.

A rule book Kiritsugu is highly familiar with. That is the reason he had been hired after all.

Yosef had negotiated with a local drug lord to improve the quality of his product in exchange for housing at protection. He had taken up residence in a medium sized shack in the northeastern corner. From the way it looked, Kiritsugu had guessed he wanted isolation and privacy from the rest of the compound (not even a guard tower in that corner). 'Makes my job easier', he thought.

Kiritsugu had set up with his rifle on a ridge-line east of the compound, while Maiya had been making preparations 50 meters to southwest. He reached to the radio in his ear and spoke, "Are things ready on your end?"

"Roger, waiting on your signal", came Maiya's voice.

He switched from his regular scope to thermal when confirmed Yosef was heading to his shack, accompanied of course. The plan was a simple one really. Put on a light show in the opposite direction causing confusion, create a few bodies for a fear-factor, then fall back to a prepared rendezvous point.

"Okay, now".

And like that, three separate went off in Maiya's location. Nothing more than homemade plastic explosive rigged to gas canisters. They worked none the less, seeing as the compound was sent into panic.

When the guard escorting Yosef bailed to check on the commotion, he took his shot. Conditions where favorable, which led to the shot being right on target. When it was confirmed Yosef wasn't getting back up, he packed up and headed to the rendezvous.

2 weeks later, location unknown.

After heading to London and collecting on the contract, Kiritsugu headed back to the non-dscript warehouse that had been serving as his base of operations. He had been looking through contract requests when he noticed something unusual. Namely the owl carrying what looked like parchment in it's beak.

He eyed it critically, looking for potential threats to his person. The owl himself looked back at him and, if you looked closely you could see his patience dwindling. If you didn't know the context it might just look like the assassin was having a staring contest with the owl.

Finally, after determining it was safe, Kiritsugu got up and took the parchment from the owl. Looking it over he though, 'Hm, wizards? Unusual.' Wizards and Mages usually stayed away from one another. Which got his mind running through possibilities on what this might be.

Dear Mr. Kiritsugu Emiya,

I know mages and wizards usually keep to themselves but, you see, I'm having a bit of a staffing problem and was hoping you could fill a certain position. At lest temporarily. Normally, a mage teaching young wizards would unthinkable. However, given your reputation and wide range on knowledge, the position I'm hoping you'll consider would be perfect for you.

I know you're probably wondering which position that is. It is the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" professor's seat. You would be teaching the young ones how to survive in a world you and I know very well can be highly dangerous to the unprepared. I am fully prepared to negotiate price. Please at least think it over.

When you have done that, send your response with the owl.

Sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizadry.

'Highly unusual,' he considered as he set the parchment down. Of course, there was information being withheld and unknowns where dangerous. Not to mention the levels of concern and potential political backlash (in both communities) accepting the contract could bring up.

He looked at the contract he had been eying just before the owl had showed up (who, by the way, was a little annoyed with him). It had come from the head of the Einzbern family. It was simply labeled as a "consultation" and very few details had been given. Something told him there was more to it then that. Why would such a proud mage family ask a 'lowly' mercenary for anything. It just rubbed him the wrong way.

He looked at the two contracts in front of him. Both were highly unusual, filled with unknowns, and had the potential to make his life very hard (albeit for different reasons). Looking at the parchment again, his hero complex (however warped) took great notice of the second paragraph.

Sighing at himself, grabbed a piece of paper and penned his response. Couldn't hurt to check it out, right? Plus, if negotiations fell through, he always had the Einzbern contract on standby.

Mr. Albus Dumbledore

Feel free to contact me with a time and place for negations. This is not to be taken as a guarantee that i will accept the position.

Sincerely,

Kiritsugu Emiya

AN: I did it, I actually did it! I WROTE SOMETHING! I never thought this day would come. Anyways, please be gentle, this is my first time. Should I stop, go on? If I go on, anyone wanna help me with the Potter 'verse side of thing? I'm not too well read on that side of things.