Gawain nodded, pleased that they were taking the case and the secrecy necessary so seriously. He wasn't sure what they'd find, but he hoped it wouldn't bugger things up too much.
As they left, he looked at the stack of files he needed to go through. There had been a few reports of some rather worrisome acts of violence over the past few days, and he needed to take a look at them and see if there were any similarities between them. He was betting they were the work of Death Eaters, but he wasn't entirely sure why they had chosen the targets they did.
And if he couldn't figure it out, he might have to put someone on that. Shacklebolt might be good for that, since he wasn't Spell-o-taped to his bloody desk, like Gawain was.