Danny stood quietly as he listened to the back and forth continue in the room, their words slowly sinking into his head. He didn't want to wait around forever, this wasn't the way to win wars. Everyone seemed so focused on capturing one person that it seemed the whole room had tunnel vision, awaiting to hit the next blockade that came. With some renewed determination in his voice, which had subsided from irritation to a calm disposition, he said "The problem is, the Death Eaters grow stronger each day. Each day we waste with practically nothing in our hands to show. Nothing has been going right since Day 1 and I'm honestly getting tired of possibilities and searches." He stopped leaning against the wall and stood up straight "In my own humble opinion, I suggest we start going on the offensive here. They have our friends, we take some of theirs. We do what it takes to make sure they know we're alive here."
The last sentence that shot out from his mouth suddenly had taken a darker turn. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a while, not since he first fled to America. It was of helplessness. With a subtle deep breath he looked around the room and said "The last meeting was about sending spies, and this one seems to be about just how some of our own were taken. The old saying is, 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it', but something is broke here. Call it haste, call it recklessness, sure, but so far, we've lost a lot, and it shows."
by Danny Thompson Mon Dec 10, 2012 10:53 pm
