Part 8
The airport at Dublin was deserted. Willow's footsteps made an erie clapping noise that tied knots in her stomach. Angel, naturally, made no noise in movement.
"Willow Rosenberg?" A man who looked like some sort of secret agent appeared out of nowhere.
"Uh, yes?" she stuttered.
"Come with us, please, ma'am." He took hold of her elbow and luggage. On instict, she pulled away.
"Get off of her!" Angel said angriliy.
"We've been sent by the Council to escort Ms. Rosenberg to Headquarters in London. It would be in the best intrests of both of you to cooperate."
"Can I see some sort of I.D.? " Willow asked as men began to pick their bags up. Angel seethed quietly.
"Ma'am, I'm sorry for the suddeness of our actions, but it is imperative we get you to a secured area."
Willow was led away briskly.
"What a minute! What about Angel?"
"Other forms of transportation are being provided for your. . .escort. You will meet up with him in London."
"Oh. *oh*" Willow realized that by the time the flight touched down and they were moved to wherever headquarters was the sun would be up. She glanced over her shoulder at him, where he was looking at the scurrying watchers with disdain.
She raised an eyebrow. He frowned, then nodded briefly.
***
Willow boarded a private jet. . .and came face to face with Wesley Wyndan-Price.
"Oh, it's you," she said frostily. "And shouldn't you have been court-martialed by now? Or something?''
"Willow, it's delightful to see you again. I was so glad to here of your recovery--"
"Cut the crap. Where's Giles? What the hell is going on here?"
"Yes, well, I've been sent to escort--"
"Yeah, I got that part already."
He sighed. "You were summoned before the Council for what we all believed was a very serious but simple matter. It appears to have become more complicated than that."
"So, what do you want from me?" She asked, sitting down as the plane began to taxi.
"We need your help,Willow."
Willow listened patiently to what Wesley had to say . When he finished, he looked at her expectanly.
"So," she said brightly. "How's Cordy?"
***
By the time they landed and Willow was being escorted across the London airport, she was seriously considering floating a pencil straight into one of ol' Wesley's eyeballs.
"I don't think you fully understand the implications here--"
"Look," she said whirling on him. "How many years has it been since you. . .finished Watcher school or whatever?"
Startled, he blinked and said: "Two."
"Well, I've been doing this for four. And I'm the Eternal Child. And I'm a witch. And I've actually seen a hellmouth open-- three times. For Christsakes, I've never even dated a human being! Just vampires and werewolves! So, yeah, I'm pulling rank on you. Shut up! If the world is in dire straits--again-- then I will research it and I will stop it but I cannot do it with you whining in my ear!"
He blinked again. Agent 0014 1/2 or whatever his name was stepped up and took her arm, an action that was becoming increasingly annoying.
"We have a car for you Ms. Rosenberg."
He opened the door for her and she climbed in. Wesley made to follow and she pointed her finger at him and made a syllable noise "unh". He got back out.
"Taxi!" he shouted.
Maxwell Smart-y pants climbed in and gave the driver an address. Then he turned to Willow and grinned.
"I've wanted to do that for months."
 

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