As the car pulled into L.A., a van stopped in the middle of the road in front of it. Masked men jumped out, all in black, all carrying guns.
“Shit,” said Faith, eyeing them nervously.
“We’ll get through this,” said Angel. Just stay calm….”
“Calm? Angel, most of us are mortal, and I am fairly certain that some of those weapons are equipped to destroy you as well.” Wesley raised both of his eyebrows at his boss meaningfully.
“We don’t want you this time, Angel,” called one man in the group. “We just want the Slayer and the girl.” Maria stiffened in the backseat.
“No.” Angel tried to take the car around, but another van came beside the first one.
“You don’t have any choice. Either they come with us willingly, or we take them. We’ll send them back in a few hours. We just need to speak with them.”
“No,” he repeated.
“Fine. Then we’ll come and get them.”
“No,” Maria stated. “We’re coming.”
“You’re what?”
“And they call me crazy,” muttered Faith. “Look. We know what we’re doing here. I suggest you don’t get involved. There are things there that are bigger than you can possibly—”
“They’re evil and have tried to kill you before. Blah, blah, blah. Got it.”
“Really? Because, I don’t think you do,” said Cordelia, turning to her side to look at the girl.
“But I do. I’m thinking of something else entirely. If Faith and I go, we’ve got a good chance of getting back out. If we don’t, they’ll come and get us. People will get shot.”
“Others in this car have gotten shot at before,” pointed out Gunn, looking with some pride at Wesley. “Hasn’t done much.”
Maria shook her head. “But it won’t do anything. I’m going. Faith, you coming?” She put her hand on the door handle, looking away from Nibu purposefully.
“Faith, be careful,” instructed Wesley as she moved.
“Wouldn’t miss it, of course. I’ve been meaning to have a nice talk with them, actually,” said the Dark Slayer. “I’ll be fine, Wes. Five by five.”
The two of them stepped out of the car, almost in synchronization. The men with the guns backed up, going back into their vans, but leaving the door on the first open. The implication was clear.
“We’re coming,” Maria, reassured them.
“Five by five,” Faith repeated nervously. They walked over to the open doors.
“So, where’re we going, exactly?” Maria looked at the gun-bearing men.
**
Faith looked into the room, going in cautiously. “Wolfram and Hart? You’ve got to be kidding me,” she read disbelievingly.
“Faith. Hello,” said Lilah Morgan. She pressed a button on her desk and the doors slid shut behind both Faith and Maria.
“I remember you! You’re the bitch from hell! How’re you doing?” Faith responded brightly.
“And Maria. So good to meet you. We’ve got some business to discuss. Privately,” she added.
“You know, I’m not evil anymore.”
“Not all of our… Assistants are evil.” Lilah smiled at the both of them.
“I’ll listen. But… Try anything on me, and I will kick your ass. Personally.” Faith crossed her arms.
“My. With a promise like that, it’s small wonder our business together didn’t work out before.”
“I can tell you now; I won’t help you with anything.”
“What if I tell you it was we that cleared your criminal record, and we that can just as easily call the police to tell them where you are?”
“I’d tell you that’d be five-by-five for me. I was supposed to serve my time. It was…. I needed to.”
“Of course. Another one lost to Angel. Do step outside for a moment, please. I need to speak with Maria.”
Faith looked at the other girl. “It’s fine, Faith. Go ahead. I’ll be fine.”
“I hear anything,” said the Slayer to Lilah, “I’m coming back in and busting ass.”
“Hmm.” The lawyer smiled. “Then we’ll have to be quick.”
**
Faith looked around as the door drew shut behind her. She was sure that there were ways for her to listen to the conversation in the room. But it was more important to find Angel and the gang, tell them what was going.
She started down the hallway.
“Miss? You aren’t supposed to leave the building without Lilah and that other girl,” said a guard from behind her. She froze hearing the first sounds of his voice, then turned.
“I’m not? Because, Ms. Morgan told me I could,” she said, trying to sound more like…. Like Cordelia used to. “Really. I’m sure that the orders have changed.” She gave him a smile, the kind she used to hand out about seven nights a week after Slaying.
“Well, I don’t know. Ms. Morgan would’ve told me, I’m sure….”
“Why don’t you check?” she said, her smile deepening. She knew that she could still work it; this effect, the whole reason that they were willing to go home with her to begin with.
“Of course,” he agreed quickly, pulling out a walkie-talkie and turning to one side. She let loose with a kick, knocking him to the floor, and knelt down, pushing in at certain points in his head.
Prison hadn’t been all about rehabilitation.
He was out in about five seconds, but he’d wake up in a few hours. By then, of course, Angel and Wes and the others might be here…. But he’d wake up.
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