*Draco sips his cafe au lait while apparently considering the view of the square. He sets the cup back on the saucer without a sound, then turns back to Kalia.* "I apologise for having 'summoned' you so brusquely, but the fact of the matter is that the Aurors haven't finished the mopping up job in Rome with regard to lingering Dark elements, and I had numerous creatures on my trail, making it a breach of security to have headed back to the base, as we originally agreed. Given the questions last week in that blasted ICW 'review', I think we need to take in places like this as well, dragged in from the periphery of the war."
*He restrains his language with visible effort.* "One of the Russian delegates, Markov, wants a free and independent Russian ministry, operative as of last week, and his spineless sycophant of a colleague, Abramovich just nodded along. I've no idea why Kinsel allowed the question to be tabled, knowing, as he does that we're in the midst of this review. Then again, I suppose that the joy of democracy - every self-important so-ul has the right to ask idiotic questions and prod for the outcome that suits them. Anyway, as I raced off in Rome, I didn't get a recap. Last time I saw you, you were just off the Piazza di Trevi, in the Via del Tritone, pouring out the tale of your uncaring, newly-acquired hubby, if you gestures were anything to go by. So, did you get any viable intel on the Italian operation? Is there a realistic way we can stem the haemorraging of funds, do you think?"
Kalia would roll her eyes at the results of the ICW meeting. "Sounds like they got a whole lot done. As for the Italians they are very welcoming considering there situation." She would say with a smile. "They certainty having some issues adjusting and quite a few are unhappy with their lack of power, but I'm sure they will be pleased once all is done."
*With a grunt.* "Let's hope. I've had a bellyful of bellyaching from Markov, and I'm liable to quit if the Italians start in too. OK, we'll meet up in Berlin, Alexander Platz, one p.m. Wednesday, agreed?"
The assassin would silently follow Kalia down the streets, intending to capture his prey. The streets were quiet and empty, the perfect time to do the deed. However, it also left him exposed. There was no place to hide. He slowly took out his wand.
Kalia would be in a rush to make it to her host's home. The streets were empty and all you could hear was the clipping of her heels on the sidewalk. She felt for a moment that someone was watching her, but continued on, convincing herself that it was just Draco.
Kalia would stop walking at the thought that someone was behind her. Before she had the chance to turn around, she would collapse into a heap in the middle of the street, as the spell hit her square in the back.