It was just Yahav's luck. One of the criminals that had been wanted by the Ministry longer than he had even been in England had finally resurfaced and he was hung up by paperwork and bureaucracy and couldn't be involved in the raid. At least the aurors hadn't been dispatched, he thought bitterly as he sat behind his desk in his office, his foot tapping against the floor. At least it was his department that would (hopefully) get the credit.
Eventually he couldn't sit still any longer. Yahav jumped up, moving swiftly around his desk and out into the main part of the Hit Wizard offices. He walked over to the board that showed the hit wizard assignments and stared at it, his foot still tapping.