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*** Cordelia and Faith followed Henrietta to a small two-story house on Railroad Street. Henrietta quickly showed the pair to her daughter's room. Cordy and Faith both gasped at the sight.
The child only looked to be about six years old. Sweat matted the young girl's hair to her forehead. Annabeth's skin could hardly be contrasted against the white sheets she was so pale. The only color the child seemed to have was red around the eyes.
"Could you please leave for a moment?" Cordelia asked politely. "I'd like to examine her privately."
Henrietta quickly agreed. If she could help her child, she would do as the woman asked. Faith shut the door behind the worried mother as Cordelia moved closer to the child.
"I don't know what it is you think I can do," Cordelia said. "I received a lot of market extras with the demon package, but I don't think the Florence Nightingale thing came with."
"Cordelia, you see this girl. The doctor's not here and she needs help. The least we can do is take a look."
Cordelia once more marveled at the mental changes that Faith seemed to have undergone. She never expected the rogue slayer to give a crap about other people, but here she was, worried sick over a missing friend and a sick child.
"Okay. Maybe I got some mojo that could work here."
Cordelia took a deep breath and placed her left hand on the child's forehead, and her right hand on the child's chest. She continued to breath deeply and concentrate. For several minutes, nothing happened. Faith was about to lose hope when Cordelia began to glow.
In the short time Faith had worked at AI, she had never seen Cordelia do this. She had heard about it, but damn was it amazing. The room was lit brightly for a period of time Faith couldn't even remember. She was so caught in the fact that it was her friend that was doing this.
When the glowing finally stopped, Cordelia slumped against the small table next to the bed. Faith rushed to Cordy's side. "Are you okay?" Faith asked.
"I think so," a dazed Cordelia answered. "Is Annabeth okay?"
Faith quickly turned to the small child and placed her hand on Annabeth's forehead. The smile that lit Faith's face gave Cordelia her answer. "I think her fever broke," Faith grinned. "You did it, Cordelia."
Cordelia smiled tiredly at her friend. "All in a day's work."
Neither woman noticed that the bedroom door was opened a crack. Nor did they notice the shocked look that Henrietta wore after witnessing the incident.
"Josiah," she whispered. "She's The One."
Part 5
Serenity, California
June 23, 2003
“Are you certain, Henrietta?” Sheriff Brady asked. “Josiah would be displeased if we showed poor judgment.”
“I’m certain, Sheriff,” Henrietta. “She healed Annabeth with her power. She touched my daughter and began to glow. Annabeth’s fever broke.”
“It’s true,” Henrietta’s sister, Mary, said. “I saw her yesterday evening. Annabeth was very sick. But this morning she was playing in the yard as if nothing were wrong.”
The group murmured in excitement. After all these years, had they finally found The One? It was almost too good to be true. But after so much prayer, Josiah was bound to eventually show them The One.
“Should we begin to make the arrangements?” a man in the back asked.
“Yes!” the crowd shouted. “We should take her before Josiah! He will certainly be pleased!”
Brady couldn’t help but become caught up in the enthusiasm. If what Henrietta said was true, then their search was finally over. All their hard work would finally be rewarded.
“Yes,” Brady said, much to the delight of the group. “We shall take her before Josiah tonight. We must be ready to perform the ceremony. He will certainly be pleased with this girl.”
****
Faith yawned as she threw back the sheets. She propped herself against the headboard and stretched, trying to work the sleep out of her limbs. As she wiped the sleep from her eyes, she noticed the other bed was empty.
“Cordy?”
The Seer chose that moment to step through the front door, cell phone in hand. “Hey,” she smiled slightly. “About time you woke up.”
“What time is it?” Faith asked.
“Almost noon,” Cordelia said. Cordy smiled as that information sunk into the dazed head of Faith.
“Fuck. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“No reason to. I went by the garage. They’re saying they should get our radiator tomorrow.”
“Kick ass. That mean we’ll be gone tomorrow?”
“Or maybe tonight.” Faith looked on in confusion. “I called Angel. He, Fred, and Gunn are going to leave around sunset. They think they can be here around eleven or so.”
“Kick ass,” Faith yawned. “Maybe then we can figure out what the hell is going on here.”
****
“Do you want to take this?” Fred asked. She held up a hurling axe for Angel’s inspection.
“Yes, I do,” Angel answered as he loaded his crossbow. “Gunn?” he called out. “You ready?”
Gunn walked through the courtyard doors. “Yeah. I got the swords we wanted all loaded up. Just a matter of waiting for the sun to go down now.”
“Which is still two hours away,” a frustrated Angel said. He didn’t like the idea of Faith and HIS Cordelia being all alone in a bad situation. He loved Cordelia more than anyone, and he had come to see Faith as a daughter or little sister. He didn’t like it when his girls were in trouble.
“Dude, remember what I said. Faith and Cordy are big girls. They can handle themselves in a fight.”
“I know, I know. But make sure you’re ready. Because as soon as the sun goes down, we better be on the highway.”
****
Serenity, California
Just before sunset
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Faith asked. “I mean, with Angel coming, shouldn’t we wait for him?”
Faith trailed a few steps behind Cordelia as they waded through the brush leading to the clearing behind the garage. Faith had spent most of the afternoon researching, and had come up with more disturbing bits of information.
The body count had risen to eighteen in the past six years. None of the missing girls had ever been found. According to Faith’s research, somebody finally raised an eyebrow and a pair of FBI agents came out in early 2000. From what Faith could find, they stayed about a week before growing frustrated with the locals. The official report spoke of the possibility of transients being responsible for the disappearances.
“We’re just going to do a little recon,” Cordelia assured her. “Since you pulled the information regarding what cars these women drove off the Internet, we might as well see if any of them are here.”
“Fine,” Faith said. This place was freaking her out more than she cared to admit. And with backup coming, she didn’t want to make some stupid mistake that would get them both killed.
Both women flipped on their flashlights as the sun dipped below the horizon. Faith pulled out her copy of the car list as the girls split up. Faith’s blood began to run cold as she found four matching car makes. After several minutes of searching, Faith and Cordelia made their way back to each other.
“How many you got?” Cordy asked.
“Four. You?”
“Three.”
The girls sighed as they stared at each other. They had seven possible matches. Seven girls that were possible victims of the town of Serenity.
“Okay,” Cordy said. “Let’s go back and wait for the others. We got some evidence now. Maybe we can run with it.”
“What’s that?” Faith questioned.
Cordelia was confused by the question until she realized Faith was pointing her flashlight at the brush in the opposite direction that they had arrived. The girls stepped closer until they realized it was a path leading away from the highway. Cordelia took the lead as they cautiously stepped along the dusty trail.
They followed the path for thirty yards until they reached another clearing. They shined their flashlights around. Both were horrified at what they saw.
“Oh God,” Faith whispered “Cordelia. Are those…”
“I think so,” Cordelia said, equally shocked.
They stepped forward slowly, both trying to avoid stepping on the mounds littering the clearing.
“These are graves, aren’t they?”
“I think so,” Cordelia said softly.
Dozens of mounds covered the open area. And all about the size needed to bury a full-grown woman.
“This is where they put them,” Faith said. “After they’ve…” She couldn’t even say the word aloud. “There has to be sixty, maybe seventy graves here. My God, Cordelia, what the hell are these bastards doing?”
Tens of bright lamps suddenly lit around the area, blinding them both momentarily. “We have been searching,” a voice called out. “We have been searching for The One.”
The voice stepped forward, a rifle in hand. Both recognized him as the sheriff. “And now our search may be over.” Brady turned away from the girls and spoke to the crowd. “Grab them.”
Several men rushed forward from all directions, catching both girls flat-footed. In moments, both were bound in handcuffs. “Now you both shall be judged,” Brady told them.
“Cordy?” Faith said.
“Yeah?” Cordelia answered.
“I wish we were home.”
Cordelia glared at the sheriff in contempt. “What? And miss all this? This is supposed to be the fun part of the job.”
Part 6
Serenity, California
June 23, 2003
"Cordy?"
"Yeah?"
"Next time we go on a road trip, remind me to pack my bazooka."
"No problem."
With their hands bound behind their backs, the girls were being led down a pathway in the center of a cornfield. Four guards followed close behind as they walked through the middle of two aisles of parishioners dressed in dark cloaks. As they reached the large clearing, Faith couldn't resist herself.
"Ooh, bonfire. Pretty."
"Silence!" one of the guards shouted. He punched Faith in her lower back as a warning.
"Gotta love a man that's not afraid to hit a woman," she aloud. She was rewarded with another shot to the back.
The parishioners began to move past the idle girls, carrying their torches and chanting in Latin.
"Any idea what they're saying?" Faith whispered.
"My Latin is a tad rusty, but I think they're saying something like 'All hail the Sugar Plum Fairy'," Cordelia answered.
"Silence!" the guard bellowed again, this time delivering shots to both girls.
When the parishioners came to a stop, Brady appeared, wearing his red cloak and taking his place behind the stone bench near the large boulder. When he motioned, the guards poked and prodded until Faith and Cordelia began to move again. When they finally reached the bench, the guards forced Faith to her knees. Cordelia was forced to stay back.
Brady pulled out the ground powders from his robe and tossed them at the boulder. He spoke loudly in Latin for several long minutes before falling silent. When he completed the ritual, the boulder began to glow a blinding white light. When the light finally dimmed, Faith was hauled away from the bench, and Cordelia was thrown in her place.
Brady went through the ritual once more, but this time, when the chanting stopped, the boulder began to glow a bright bluish-green. The parishioners began to roar in excitement.
Brady turned and faced Faith. "Josiah has deemed you.unworthy." He then turned to Cordelia. "Josiah has deemed you.worthy."
"Pfft!" Faith sputtered. "How come I'm never the worthy one?"
****
"Can you drive this rust bucket any fucking faster?" Angel shouted at Gunn.
"Hey dude, just chill out!" Gunn shouted back. "And don't call Wilma a rust bucket!" Gunn took one hand off the wheel to stroke the dashboard affectionately.
"Wilma?" Fred asked incredulously. "You named your truck Wilma?"
Gunn shrugged his shoulders, failing to see the big deal. "What? I liked 'The Flintstones' as a kid."
"Really?" Fred asked. "I loved 'The Flintstones'. But I think 'Johnny Quest' was the greatest."
"Can we talk about cartoons another time?" Angel asked. "Besides, you're both wrong. 'Scooby Doo' was the greatest. Now can you drive faster?"
Gunn sighed, mentally counting all the reasons why he shouldn't and couldn't stake the vampire. Gunn stepped further onto the gas until the needle hit 95. "If I wrap myself around a light pole, you're the son of a bitch that's getting me a new truck."
"If you wrap this car around a light pole, I'm the only son of a bitch that will survive it."
Gunn muttered a few curses before putting the needle closer to 100.
****
"Worthy?" Cordelia shouted. "Worthy for what?"
"Josiah has chosen you," Brady explained. "He has decided that you will bear the child that shall lead our people. He shall come forth to sow his seed."
"Sow his seed?" Faith asked. "Is that anything like fucking?"
Brady turned to glare at Faith. "Why is she still alive?" he called out.
The axe man pulled out his blade from his robes and moved towards the bound slayer.
"Hey Faith!" Cordelia shouted.
"Yeah?"
"Now might be a good time to start whooping ass."
Faith grinned widely. "It's about damn time." Faith dropped backwards onto her back and kicked the two guards next to her in the groin. She then showed off her slayer flexibility by sliding her handcuffed hands over her feet. With a quick kick, Faith was back on her feet and ready for action.
Cordelia followed suit by giving a quick leg sweep to the two guards hovering over her. When they went down, Cordelia whipped her bound hands over her feet and joined Faith in a defensive position.
"How you wanna work this?" Faith asked.
"I'll take the thirty on the left, you get the fifty on the right?"
The parishioners began to circle the girls and prepared to attack. "Works for me," Faith grunted as she roundhouse kicked her first attacker. She grinned as she broke the nose of her second attacker. "Now this is what I signed on for!"
"Don't get cocky!" Cordelia shouted back. Cordy delivered a vicious shot to one man, and a spinning heel kick to another. "Man, I kick ass," she said to herself.
****
Angel groaned as they passed the sign saying 35 miles to Serenity. "C'mon, Gunn!" he shouted. "I could run and get there faster!"
"You want me to pull over and test that assessment?" Gunn asked. "Because if it means I can quit hearing your bitching about my driving, it's all good."
"Would you both stop acting like a couple of bastards?" Fred shouted. Both fell silent at Fred's rare use of profanity. "I swear, you're both like a couple of pre-school brats sometimes. If you both don't behave, I'm going to make Charles pull this car over, and I'm going to beat you both."
Angel and Gunn both stared at the peeved brunette. "This is your girlfriend," Angel reminded him. "Do something with her."
But Gunn knew better. "Dude, you're on your own. Now do as she says, and shut up. Maybe we'll survive the drive."
****
Cordelia ducked and rammed her bound fists into the groin of an attacker. She jumped up and grabbed the man by the cloak and tossed him, knocking down three more men.
"Hey Faith!" she shouted.
"What?" Faith shouted back. She delivered a sharp knee to one man's gut, then delivered a spinning kick to another. "I'm kinda busy!"
"Don't be a smart ass!" Cordy shouted. "How you doing?"
Faith kneed a man in the face, the tossed him aside. "I'm fine. You?"
A kick to the throat sent another man flying. "Okay," Cordy said. "Getting kinda tired though."
The banter was interrupted as the earth began to rumble. "What the hell is that?" Faith shouted.
"Josiah!" a parishioner called out. "He has come forth to claim his mate!"
"Hey!" Cordelia shouted. "I've already got a mate, thank you very much."
The parishioners ceased their attack and stared as the boulder continued to rumble. Baseball sized stones began to fall off the edges, and large cracks began to form along the sides.
"No good will come of this," Faith observed.
"You think?" Cordy shot back.
The boulder then exploded, sending stone flying in all directions. Finally, the parishioners screamed, Josiah has come forth!
Standing where the boulder once was stood Josiah. Standing over eight feet tall, the demon surveyed his domain. Muscles ripped over his bronzed skin. Horns curled around his head like a ram. Long brown hair dropped down to his waist, where a long black tail whipped about.
"Where is The One?" he bellowed in a deep, otherworldly voice. "Bring her forth!" It was then that his eyes locked onto Cordelia.
"Aw man," she groaned. "What is it with demons trying to get me pregnant?"
Part 7
Serenity, California
June 23 2003
"There will be no," Cordelia emphasized each word with a punch, "bringing me forth. There will be no comshuking with the demon." The last punch sent one of the parishioners flying.
"C'mon, Cordy," Faith reasoned. "It couldn't be all bad. I mean look at him. He's probably hung like a horse."
"Well, so is Angel, but size is hardly the point." Cordelia kicked a parishioner in the temple. "It's a matter of principle. There will be no insertion of any appendages below the waist."
"Really?" Faith asked. "Angel's hung like a horse?"
"Faith, shut up." Both girls grabbed a man and head butted him.
"Hey! I'm just trying to make conversation. Trying to keep the situation relaxed. It's not good to put too much pressure on yourself in a fight. Hinders performance."
"Did you learn that in prison?" Cordelia asked. Both girls simultaneously delivered spinning heel kicks to parishioners.
"Nah. I learned how to hotwire cars in prison though."
"Great," Cordelia muttered. "At least I know my tax dollars are hard at work."
When the parishioners once again ceased their attacks, both girls knew something was wrong. They realized very quickly what it was.
"Fools!" Josiah bellowed. "You cannot detain mere women? I shall do it myself!"
"Hey!" Faith yelled. "Who you calling 'mere'?"
"Yeah!" Cordelia agreed. "We're a demon and a slayer!"
"We kick ass!"
Josiah kicked aside the rubble easily and began to march on the girls. As the demon approached, both got a very clear look at how strong and large he was. The girls eased backwards as Josiah neared.
"Uh, Cordy?"
"Yeah?"
"I got your back."
"Comforting."
****
The truck zipped by the road sign proclaiming 15 miles to Serenity. No matter how far in the triple digits the speedometer went, Angel knew they weren't going fast enough. His girls could be in danger, and he didn't like that idea one damn bit.
"Angel? Could you not crush the door handle please?" Gunn asked.
Angel startled, and peered down at the door handle. Sure enough, it was cracking under his strong grip. "Sorry," he muttered. "But if you'd drive faster."
"Do not start that again!" Fred scolded. "I'm sick of it. We'll get there when we get there. Now shut up!" Fred huffed and crossed her arms as she flopped back against the seat. Men were morons.
****
"Come here girl!" Josiah ordered.
"Not if you're going to have that attitude," Cordelia shot back.
The girls continued to slowly back away as Josiah continued to stalk. The demon grinned as he approached his prize. It was then that the inevitable happened. Something that Cordelia expected to happen much sooner.
Faith did something incredibly stupid.
"Enough of this!" Faith shouted and leapt at the colossus. Hands still bound, she delivered double punches to the demon's gut and then a high kick to Josiah's groin. He wasn't even fazed.
"C'mon! I got you right in the jewels! You had to have felt that!"
Faith answer was a solid punch to the jaw that sent her flying. The slayer landed in a heap, right next to the executioner's fallen axe.
"You are not worthy, insolent girl!" the demon shouted at the crumpled body of Faith. He then turned his attention back to Cordelia. "It is you that I want."
"So I've been told. Listen, I'm from LA. What say I hook you up with some Southern California babes, huh? Maybe I could take you to Hollywood to meet some starlets? Demi Moore, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Cameron Diaz? Or maybe Melanie Griffith? You know she's a Banghok demon, right? Could be right up your alley."
Josiah merely leered at Cordelia, sensing that his prize would soon be won. "You are mine!" he bellowed. "I shall not be denied."
"Cordelia!" Faith shouted. The rogue slayer was now on her feet and brandishing the executioner's axe. "Catch!"
Faith threw the axe to Cordelia who caught it easily. Rearing back, Cordelia built up as much potential energy as she could before letting loose.
The axe was true in its course. Flipping end over end, the thick blade finally embedded itself in Josiah's forehead. The demon groaned in shock before dropping to his knees. It lingered like that for several long moments before Josiah fell on his side.
The parishioners all gathered around their fallen idol. The body of Josiah began to slowly melt away as the crowd stared in shock and sorrow.
"You know what's better protection than a condom?" Cordelia asked. "A hurling axe."
Brady was furious. "You insolent whore!" he shouted. "You had the chance to be the mother of a living God! The chance to bear the child that would lead our people! For your stupidity, you will die!"
Faith tapped the sheriff on the shoulder to get his attention. Brady spun around, only to be greeted by a pair of fists in his face and a knee to his groin. "You talk too much," Faith told him. Faith tossed him to the ground. Kneeling down, she dug in his pockets and found what she wanted.
"Handcuff keys!" she shouted gleefully. She quickly unlocked her own and tossed the key to Cordelia, who followed suit. "Did we do good?" Faith asked.
"We're still alive. That gives us bonus points."
"But Andrea isn't," Faith said, sorrow seeping into her voice. Cordelia had no response to that.
The truck carrying Angel, Fred, and Gunn chose that moment to stop at the entrance to the clearing. All three hopped out of the truck brandishing weapons.
"Cordy, Faith!" Angel called. "Are you two okay?"
"We're fine," Cordelia assured him. "But we need to get the police here."
Fred and Gunn stared at the parishioners and the pile of ooze where Josiah once stood. Angel pulled the two girls that mattered most to him closer. Something very bad happened, he knew. Something that he couldn't fix.
Part 8
Hyperion Hotel
Los Angeles, California
June 30, 2003
Cordelia and Faith stepped lightly down the hotel's stairs as they listened to Angel talking on the phone. It had been one week since that night in Serenity. The night where they killed Josiah.
It hadn't taken long for the FBI to arrive at the small California town. To say the least, the agents had been shocked. They tried to compare it to Ruby Ridge or Waco. Cordelia imagine that if they could categorize it, list it along side other incidents, that they could deal with it easier. It didn't work.
"Thank you, Agent Wilkins," Angel said. "Yes, I'll be sure to relay that information. Thank you. Good day." Angel replaced the phone and sighed heavily. It just went to show: you didn't have to be a demon to be evil.
"Who was that?" Cordelia asked.
Angel turned slightly towards his Seer. "That was Lela Wilkins of the FBI. She called to let us know what was going on."
"What is happening?" Faith asked.
Angel hated this. When they arrived home that night a week ago, the girls told him about Andrea Ballinger. How they became friends with a girl that was stranded in that small town.
"They found Andrea," he said. "They found her in a fresh grave behind the auto shop. The FBI's forensic unit has been working day and night. They've unearthed over ninety bodies so far, and they think there still might be more." Angel paused a second before continuing. "They say that some of the bones they found date back to the 1930's."
"Oh God," Faith whispered. Both girls sat gingerly on stools next to the counter. They had been doing that to women for seventy years.
"What about the townspeople?" Cordelia asked.
Angel sighed again. This just kept getting tougher. "Agent Wilkins told me it'd be next to impossible to prosecute everyone. So they've indicted some of the town leaders. Sheriff Brady is one. The town banker is another. The entire town council, too. They're going for first-degree murder and conspiracy to commit. With all the bodies they've found, they say it won't be a problem to get life imprisonment, maybe even the death penalty for a few of them. Brady in particular. They've also found other things."
"Like what?" Cordelia almost didn't want to know.
"They've searched the homes of the indicted parishioners. The FBI has found letters and manuscripts detailing some of the work they've done. It's the main reason they believe there to be more bodies. Some of the documents date back to the late 1800's.
"They've determined that the people of Serenity belonged to a divergent Christian sect. That the people believed if they found the right sacrifice, a woman deemed worthy, that they could bring forth God in human form."
"That is such bullshit!" Faith exclaimed. "They wanted some demon to knock up Cordy! It's sacrilegious to even call them Christian."
"I know that, Faith," Angel said calmly. "But this is the FBI we're talking about. They don't know about demons and all that. They have to work within the realm that they understand. Demons and vampires and witches are outside conventional wisdom."
Faith was frustrated as hell. She pushed away from the counter angrily and stormed downstairs to the training room. Angel and Cordelia waited a few moments before following. They found her beating the stuffing from a punching bag.
"Faith," Cordelia said softly. The slayer flinched at her name but continued to assault the bag.
"Faith," Angel said louder. He approached her cautiously and spoke again. "Faith. Talk to us."
Faith kicked the bag so hard it came off the hook. Panting from the exertion, she faced the vampire. "What do you want to talk about?" she yelled. "That a bunch of wackos killed a friend? That some town has been killing women for a century, all in the name of some demon? Well, I don't want to talk about it. I want to beat the shit out of something."
"Then beat me, Faith," Angel told her. "But don't walk away." The vampire returned Faith's glare until the young slayer broke down in tears. Faith slumped to the floor crying. Angel knelt down and wrapped an arm around her.
"I understand that you feel guilty for what happened to Andrea. That you could have done something to save her. But Faith, you didn't know. You had no idea what they were doing. But in the end, you did something good. You helped stop these people from ever hurting anyone else. You helped families find some closer by returning their daughters to them."
"Angel, I know that," Faith said.
"Then what sweetie?"
Faith wiped the tears from her eyes and took whatever comfort she could from Angel's embrace. "It's just that Andrea was the first friend I ever made outside this group. You guys have been there for me, and I'm thankful for that. But she was someone new. Somebody else who could be my friend. The rational part of me says there was nothing I could do, but my soul says I could have done something."
"I understand that," Angel told her. "For so long you pretended you didn't care. But now you feel guilt. For so long I didn't have a soul. I caused so much pain and anguish. But then I received my soul. I felt guilt for all my crimes, but I also felt guilt for the people around me. That as atonement I should save everyone. But Faith, we can't save everyone. It just isn't possible. You just have to hope, that in the end, the victims didn't die in vain."
Faith cracked a small smile and gave a strangled laugh. "Having a conscience sucks."
Angel smiled slightly as well. "Yes, it does." Angel helped Faith to her feet. "Let's go upstairs and clean up. And if it helps, the offer to beat me up still stands."
"Thank you."
The three walked back up to the lobby in silence. Faith then headed off to the bathroom to clean up, but Angel and Cordelia stayed behind.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked. "I know Andrea was important to you, too."
"I'm fine," she said. Off Angel's look she continued. "Well, not exactly fine. But I'm dealing. I'm not quite as new to the whole feelings thing as Faith is. I feel sad for Andrea, but I'll be okay."
"Good," Angel smiled slightly. "I'm glad." The vampire pulled Cordelia close and kissed her softly. "I'm glad you'll be okay."
Faith came back, the tears washed away. "Ooh," she teased lightly. "Am I missing the orgy?"
Cordelia laughed despite herself. "Shut up, Faith."
Fred and Gunn burst through the Hyperion's front doors in a hurry. "We got trouble," Gunn said.
"What's up?" Angel asked. Gunn made a beeline for the weapons cabinet and the gang followed.
"I just got a call on my cell about a gang of vampires squatting in an apartment downtown. Dude says there might be ten of them."
"Then let's grab some stakes and go."
Angel tossed Cordelia her favorite sword, and handed Faith his spring-loaded wrist holsters. Faith quickly popped a stake in each one and strapped them on. "I could really go for whooping some ass."
"You got it, Sweetie," Angel told her. Loaded up, the gang strode out of the Hyperion, ready for action.
End
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