Part 2<\/b><\/p>\n
With a quick jerk, Angel was able to snap the lock on the door.<\/p>\n
The address he had received lead to this hidden building in a less than respectable section in LA. Listening for any heartbeats behind the door, Angel decided it was clear to enter. After double-checking to make sure the area was clean, he motioned for Cordelia to follow.<\/p>\n
Moving silently, the pair found a room at the end of a hallway that appeared to be an office. With a twist, Angel had gained access for the both of them.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we sure this is the place?\u201d Cordelia asked quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Angel answered. \u201cBut it\u2019s all we have to go on.\u201d Angel immediately went to the file cabinet in the corner while Cordelia booted up the computer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe definitely have the right place,\u201d Angel said. \u201cI don\u2019t know of many places that need to stock this much lubricant.\u201d Angel barely heard Cordelia\u2019s comment about him being a dork when she had her eureka moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cI may have something here,\u201d Cordelia said. \u201cI think it\u2019s a client list.\u201d After a moment she cursed. \u201cDamn! All the listings are code names.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMakes sense,\u201d Angel observed. \u201cProtects the anonymity of any high profile members.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Cordy asked. \u201cYou think famous people maybe come here? Like actors or politicians?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith government workers you never know,\u201d Angel said. \u201cBut don\u2019t worry. I don\u2019t think Jude Law is into this sort of thing. Can you pull up appointment schedules or something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me to find the past victims?\u201d she asked. Angel nodded before turning back to the cabinet. As he was wondering what the hell this place was doing ordering cattle prods, he heard Cordelia printing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m printing off the client list and all upcoming appointments. It will take some deciphering, but at least it\u2019s something,\u201d Cordy smiled. \u201cDid you find out anything interesting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found out that humans are some strange creatures. What do you think they can do with a high pressure hose?\u201d the vampire asked.<\/p>\n
Any response the Seer might have made was cut off as both demons detected human presence near. Thinking quickly, Angel removed the vent entrance from the corner of the ceiling. After quickly booting down the computer and grabbing the printouts, Cordelia allowed the vampire to boost her up. Angel quickly followed and replaced the grate moments before a night janitor entered the room.<\/p>\n
*************
\nJohn was sitting behind a massive oak desk signing papers when Mr. Reynolds entered his office. Without looking up he addressed the other man.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you found out who is receiving the visions?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood day to you, John,\u201d Reynolds began sarcastically. \u201cI slept well, how about you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCut the crap, who\u2019s receiving them?\u201d<\/p>\n
Sometimes Reynolds didn\u2019t know why he bothered. \u201cSome half-breed named Cordelia Chase in LA.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe going to be a problem?\u201d John asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not,\u201d Reynolds told him. \u201cHer champion might be a different story. He\u2019s a vampire named Angel. He used to be a royal badass, now he\u2019s the Powers best warrior.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s just great,\u201d John said disgustedly. \u201cThe person investigating these deaths is a damn vampire?\u201d Reynolds gave a small smile. That about summed it up. \u201cCan we kill him?\u201d John asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo!\u201d Reynolds shouted as if talking to a small child. \u201cThat\u2019s a great way to cover up the deaths, kill the PTB\u2019s best warrior. You want to go ahead and take measurements for that orange jumpsuit you\u2019ll wear at Marion?\u201d Reynolds sighed. He definitely didn\u2019t know why he bothered sometimes. \u201cJust let me take care of it. We\u2019ll watch, nothing more. Angel won\u2019t be a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
*************** \u201cCome on Angelus,\u201d Darla taunted. \u201cBeg for me.\u201d The blonde vampire tugged on the collar around his neck. \u201cYou\u2019re about as much fun as that girl over there.\u201d Darla pointed to the Madridian prostitute the two had \u2018played\u2019 with earlier. Nearly drained of blood, the pretty Spanish girl moaned inaudibly.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou like that my boy?\u201d she asked as she dragged her nails down his back. \u201cI know that you do,\u201d Darla teased. \u201cI can see that you like it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n In the warmth of a torrid Spanish summer, the two vampires played one of their favorite games: Master and Slave. Darla pulled harder on the collar as Angelus writhed on the silken sheets of the canopy bed.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re such a bad boy,\u201d Darla told her childe. \u201cThe way you seduced that poor girl over there. For shame,\u201d she grinned.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cPlease,\u201d Angelus moaned. How could be possible to love something so much but hate it at the same time? That\u2019s the way it was with Darla\u2019s teasing. He needed release damn it!<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cSay the magic words, Angelus,\u201d Darla continued to taunt.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cFuck me,\u201d he cried.<\/em><\/p>\n Darla grinned at her childe\u2019s impatience. \u201cThat\u2019s my boy.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n *************** \u201cSo what do you have, Fred,\u201d Angel asked the girl.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve determined which names the four victims went by at The Palace. All seem to have been long time clients. There have also been several appointments since the last murder,\u201d Fred said worried.<\/p>\n \u201cGreat,\u201d Gunn said from the lobby. \u201cMore chances for more dead bodies.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs there anyway to find out a way to contact these people?\u201d Cordelia asked as she tossed her sword aside. \u201cIf we can, then that goes a long way to stopping the next one.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Fred said. \u201cIf \u2018The Palace\u2019 keeps personal records, then they aren\u2019t here. I don\u2019t know of anyway to uncover the identities.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan\u2019t you trace any money transfers from the victims?\u201d Cordy tried again.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. All four men made $2,000 cash withdrawals shortly before their deaths. Can\u2019t trace cash transfers.\u201d Fred shrugged. \u201cWell, you can, but not with the information I have.\u201d<\/p>\n Wes came out of his office. The frustration was plain on his face. \u201cI cannot find what the hell we are looking for. My only guess is that it\u2019s from another dimension.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGreat,\u201d Cordelia groaned. \u201cOur killer is an inter-dimensional refugee and a dominatrix on the side. I\u2019m loving this.\u201d<\/p>\n Angel grinned at his Seer. \u201cWell, we got to keep things interesting around here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cInteresting?\u201d she asked incredulously. \u201cInteresting is a new Mel Gibson movie. Interesting is the Gucci spring collection. This is a freaking nightmare!\u201d Suddenly Cordelia’s hands went to her head. \u201cAw crap.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat’s wrong?\u201d Angel asked.<\/p>\n Cordy looked at him with sad eyes. \u201cI just saw number five.\u201d<\/p>\n **************** Reynolds was impressed with both of them. They were quickly becoming legends in the Powers community. Especially the girl. She was a tough cookie from what he read. The vampire was also impressive, if a little misguided. The fool still believed he had a chance to become human.<\/p>\n Reynolds sighed. He didn’t like being involved in this. If the Powers ever found out, it would be his head. But he owed John a favor, and Reynolds didn’t go back on favors. Loyalty was a bitch. So, like it or not, he would protect John and Lilith.<\/p>\n When the gang finally came back out, Reynolds pulled out his cell. \u201cHey John? It’s me. They found the last one. Yeah. I think we need to do something. How? We divert the vampire’s attention. It’s okay John. I think I know how.\u201d Reynolds shut of the phone. He didn’t like what he was planning to do, but he supposed it was necessary.<\/p>\n ***************** Some might say they were petty, but damn it, revenge was sweet. Afterwards, when the dust settled. she’d tell her people what she had done. And she would be considered a hero for it.<\/p>\n It was much to easy to simply hand over the notebook to the bosses. Instead, she had a better plan. It was often that she would even considered doing this, and even rarer that she would do it. She would help \u2018Them\u2019. Just like she had earlier.<\/p>\n Sliding the notebook into the manila envelope, she sealed it and marked the address. Yeah, Lilah thought, this was far more interesting.<\/p>\n \u2018To Angel Investigations
\nMadrid<\/em>
\n1867<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAngel cooed at his son as he feed his boy the bottle. By the counter, Fred was busily working at her computer. Cordelia was exchanging sword blows with Gunn in the lobby as Wes was reading yet another demon book.<\/p>\n
\nReynolds watched as the AI team went up to the apartment of Lilith’s last client. He immediately recognized the infamous ‘vampire with a soul’. He figured the shorthaired brunette must be his Seer.<\/p>\n
\nLilah Morgan fingered the small notebook in her hands. Her bosses would love to see some of the names in this book. They could have a field day with it. But Lilah had other plans.<\/p>\n
\nHyperion Hotel
\nLos Angeles, CA\u2019<\/p>\n