Things were going fine, yes, almost too well, really. But George wasn't going to question that. "Yeah, anything we want will be on this floor."
George didn't think twice as he started to step out of the lift but before he could make it, he was suddenly dragged back in. His mind was racing, heart pounding. Was this a trick? Some security measure that detected...what? Were they listening and activated something to grab him? He couldn't help the yelp that he let out when he was grabbed.
But it wasn't what he thought. The doors shut as he yelled, "FRED!" with a little too much desperation, arms extended in an attempt to reach his disguised twin. He stopped dead when he felt the distinct shape of a wand in his back and someone talking to him.
Someone was there the whole time? Invisible, just like they'd planned to be when rescuing Remus. And then he moved - he was George Weasley, even if he was Ianto Baggins, and that meant he wouldn't go easy.
George started fighting in his tired body, throwing punches and kicks in every direction, wand unreachable as it was for back up. He was keeping quiet now, though, as he didn't want to alert others to his unwanted presence.