Chapter 2
Severus made quick work of the topside security measures. Three layers of razor wire and the fifty visible outer guards were pitifully inadequate when you had the ability to fly. That was one thing to thank Voldemort for. Or not. Definitely not.
Snape strengthened the invisibility charm shrouding his form as he touched down in front of the mouth of the cave leading into the mountain. He curled his lip and marched on.
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Waiting for people to open doors and activate elevators was a necessary waste of time, as cameras both hidden and visible recorded every inch of the complex. Severus had made it down about twenty levels, and still the tracking spell indicated he needed to go further.
Unfortunately, the amount of people milling about had lessened dramatically. He had, however, finally found an elevator that went deeper. If the control panel weren't key card protected he probably would have just given up and pressed a button. A light on an elevator panel was a lot less obvious than an actual door opening independently.
Severus had been sitting in the elevator, feeling like a fool for an excruciatingly long two hours. He was starting to think seriously about cutting holes in the floor when the doors of his elevator finally opened, admitting Bald White Military Man #247.
A card was swiped. The elevator began to move. Severus Snape resisted the urge to sing.
The doors opened onto a small corridor, a dead end one way, and double doors the other, with a small table and chair set up across from the elevator. Bald White Military Man #247 sat down, picked up the phone, issued a code, and hung up. Severus moved to the doors to look in the little slit windows.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Both the muggle and the wizard jumped out of their skins at the alarm, the muggle dove for the phone, and the wizard finally spied the cameras set next to his position near the double doors.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Infrared. Of course. Apparently heat signatures weren't affected by disillusionment charms.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA "To the intruder at level 25 checkpoint, we have you locked down. Remain where you are and do not resist arrest, or lethal measures may be taken. This is your only warning."
Snape cast a quick muggle repelling charm on his wand, wincing at the responding flicker of the lights. Perhaps this was for the best. Harry was obviously behind those doors, hopefully he would be taken through once captured.
Soldiers began to fill the room, some wearing goggles who displayed a surprising accuracy in aiming their weapons. The goggles were infrared too, apparently.
"Hands where we can see them!"
He slowly raised his hands to his head, eyeing the the blonde woman directly in front of him, a strange looking device in her hands leveled directly at him. Behind her, a young boyish looking soldier held the same weapon.
A slow smirk spread across Severus' face. "Good Evening," he drawled, as he canceled the invisibility charm.
The boy soldier screamed, and fired.
On the concrete floor, Severus Snape marked dropping a toaster into his bath off of his bucket list.
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Severus woke abruptly, without opening his eyes or adjusting his breathing he assessed his situation. Handcuffed. Wonderful. Not that that was a problem, he knew how to open them even without magic; he'd done it before. Blasting headache, check. Someone was breathing in the near vicinity. Two someones. He extended his senses. Non-magicals, apparently.
"I know you're awake, son." Came a stern, but grandfatherly voice.
"Then you'll also know I need some painkilkers."
Severus opened his eyes and sat up. He was in a tiny cell-like room. Close In front of him in a folding chair sat a squat old man, bald, in the getup of a general. Standing by the door was a sour looking male underling in fatigues.
Severus ignored him, turning back to the general.
"I'm General Hammond. I run this operation."
"Nice, I like it, very homey." Snape drawled.
General Potato raised an eyebrow. "Son, I don't think you understand how much trouble you've caused, or how much shit you're in."
"Enlighten me."
"You're being detained in a secure facility beneath tons and tons of rock and layers and layers of security. How about you enlighten me. What planet do you hail from, and how long have you been on earth? How did you get past our other security measures?"
Severus raised an eyebrow. What planet?
"The only "space" that I am familiar with is my personal space, and right now you're in it."
"Answer the general!" Sour Underling growled.
Hammond raised a hand, halting the advance of his subordinate.
"What are your intentions? What is the device you used to conceal your presence? What is your connection to the invisible boy?"
Severus perked up, surprised at the relief he felt. So, they had him did they? Maybe this wasn't such a trash plan after all.
"Let me see my...son, and I will answer your questions."
"That can be arranged."