I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Gargoyles

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Fox raised an eyebrow as she stepped into the English pub.

If her information was correct, the man she was looking for could be found here. Walking up to the bar, she waved the bartender over.

"What can I get you?" the man asked.

"A whiskey," she ordered, taking a seat. As the bartender poured her drink, she slipped some money on the counter, "I'd also like to see a man called Grim."

The bartender hesitated as he looked down at the money. "I'm afraid there's no one here called 'Grim," he said, tapping the money, his intent clear.

Fox smirked as she slipped more money onto the bar. The bartender quickly swept it up, and looked over to a darkened corner. Fox followed his gaze and noticed a man siting at the table, a slight smirk on his face. Standing up, Fox walked over and sat down across from the man.

He was younger than she expected, with messy, black hair and a lightning-bolt shaped scar upon his forehead. His brilliant emerald eyes were framed by round, wire rimmed glasses.

"Are you Grim?" she asked.

The man smirked. "That depends."

The woman arched an eyebrow and asked, "On what?"

"On what you want."

Fox pulled out an envelope and slid it over to him. "I'm here to make you an offer, Mr. Grim. A permanent job, with a steady, and large paycheck."

"Oh." he picked up the envelop and opened it, looking at the contents. After a few moments, he quirked an eyebrow and looked back at her. "A television show?"

Fox's lips quirked. "It's more than that," she explained. "The Pack will also be a mercenary team, the show is just a cover. Accept, I can promise you money, fame, and action."

Grim sat back in his chair, and folded his hands in front of him. "Why me?"

Fox pointed at the dossiers of the already recruited Pack members. "Every one of them has a specialization," she explained. "Wolf is our muscle, Dingo our firearms expert, and Jackal and Hyena are our expert's in hand to hand. Rumor says that you have your own specialty, stealth."

Grim grinned. "Rumors can be...misleading."

"Are they?" Fox asked.

The man chuckled. "Maybe, maybe not," he said with a shrug. "And I take it you're meant to be the Pack's leader?"

Fox sat back in her chair. "Of course. Not only am I a well-rounded woman, but I'm also the only one that will have any contact with our actual employer."

Grim was silent for a moment, before he said, "I'm afraid I must decline, despite your generous offer. You see, I have no want for fame, or need for money. As for the action, that's not what I do this for."

"What do you do it for then?" she asked.

He grinned. "If you've done any research on me, you should know the answer to that already."

"So what, you're a protector and an avenger?" Fox asked, remembering the cases she had researched involving him.

The man's head tilted to the side. "Something like that," he said with a grin. Standing from the table he said, "Your drink is on me. Have a pleasant flight back to New York. And give Mr. Xanatos my apologies."

Fox's eyes widened as she looked at Grim. "How...?"

"It's all in the eyes," he said mysteriously, before turning and walking from the bar.

Leaving a stunned Fox sitting in the bar.

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