Willow opened the door to Angel's apartment and dragged her bag in, Angel
following behind.

"Hello?" Willow called into the place. Welsey came into the living room.

"How'd it go?"

"We found the sisters. Got a copy of the inscriptions." Angel set his bag
down. "Could you and Willow get the scroll from you're place?"

"Certainly. Ah, Cordelia had an audition so she shouldn't be back for a
while."

"Okay. I'll just look over the inscriptions. See if I can configure what they
raised." Welsey lead Willow out and they started for his place.
 

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Welsey opened the door and was greeted by a very familiar face.

"Hello Welsey." The door was slammed shut behind them and Willow and Welsey
turned to see a man in front of the door.

"Travers." He crossed his arms. "What do I owe the pleasure?" Quentin Travers
stood from his seat.

"The slayer, actually. Collins, Weatherby, Smith." Collins stood behind
Willow, Smith and Weatherby took hold of Welsey. Willow jumped to help and
Collins grabbed her from the arms behind.

"Hey! Let go!" Willow yelled.

"What do you think you'll accomplish by kidnapping the slayer's best friend?"
Welsey yelled at him.

"That's not of your concern. I was instructed by the council to be the watch
to the slayer." Weatherby knocked him over the head and he collapsed. "With
no intrusions." The two let him drop to the ground.

"Welsey!" Quentin pulled a needle out and took her arm. "No!" She fought to
get away but they both had such a tight hold on her. Quentin stuck her in the
arm where it bent and squeezed the fluid out into her. She hissed at the pain
and bit her lip. Moments passed and she started to get dizzy. Collapsing, she
fell into Collin's arms and he picked her up, carrying her out as he followed
Quentin, Smith and Weatherby following behind and closing the door behind
them.
 

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Angel had been looking over the inscriptions, so close to figuring them out
when he heard a knock on the door. She stood, rubbing his eyes and opened the
door.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, Angel." Kate commented, walking into Angel's place.

"How did you find out where I live?" He tossed the door shut.

"I'm a detective. It's my job to know." She looked around. "Nice place. Not
quite as nice as the last place but --"

"Is there a point to this visit? Or are you just hear to bug the hell out of
me about the apartment explosion?" Kate stopped taking, her mouth wide open
in disbelief at what he'd just said.

"Well. Actually it's not about that." She handed him a portfolio. "The girl
we picked up at you're house a few months back. You knew her?" He opened up
the portfolio.

"Faith." He looked over her picture. just as he went to turn the page she
continued.

"Yeah. Well, I thought you might want to know she's dead." Angel turned the
page and saw the picture of her laying on the floor of a cell, in a pool of
blood. Angel's face turned to shock. "Murdered, actually. Inside job. We're
trying to find out who did it."

"What happened?" He interrupted her, looking up.

"She was quiet. Kept to herself. Defended herself with anything but nothing
to get her more time. We went to get her for her trial."

"We?"

"I was to be there being the detective that arrested her. Anyway. We went to
her cell and found her in the puddle of blood you saw. Happened sometime
between lights on and then cause she was alive." She stepped back. "I'm
sorry." With that said, she was gone.

Angel sat down on the couch with a blank expression on his face. He wanted to
cry so bad but couldn't get the tears out. And he would be the only one to
cry for her, which made him feel worse.

A knock came to the door and he didn't even look up. "Go away," he called to
them. Whoever it was knocked again. "Go away!" he yelled a little louder.
Another knock came to the door. "I said go away!" he yelled at he went over
and swung open the door. behind it stood Lindsey. "Now I really mean it." He
went to go slam it shut and Lindsey caught it with his foot.

"Angel." He swung it back open as Angel walked away. "Angel. I have some
business to discuss with you." Angel turned back to Lindsey.

"I couldn't care less." Then he stopped for a minute and turned back.
"Actually. I think I've got some questions for you." He stepped towards him.
"I just got word that Faith was murdered in prison. You wouldn't happen to
know anything about that, now would you good ol' Lindsey?"

"I'm not at liberty to disclose such information." He pulled his jacket a bit
to button it with his real and prostatic hand.

"Of coarse you're not." Angel turned and went to his kitchen and when he went
in he diverted back to the dinning room and started to work again. He flipped
a page over another page and read what he'd translated from the inscriptions.
"'And with thyn box a monster is called to kills the monster with a soul.'"
Angel heard Lindsey behind him. "You wouldn't be able to tell me if I'm
translating this thing right, could you. So I'd know what you guys called?"

"Actually," Lindsey answered. "It's 'And with thyn box a monster is called
that birthed the monster with a soul.' We have no intentions of killing you
Angelus." Angel turned to Lindsey.

"So you brought my mother forth? Hmm. What a reunion. I haven't seen her
sense... well, I killed her." Lindsey slightly laughed and looked down.

"Not *her*, silly boy." He jumped up and turned to the entrance of the
kitchen. "Me."

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