An interesting little memo.
After the meeting with the vampire, Lilah and I wondered if maybe we were doing the wrong thing in bringing this vampire who hated Angel in to kill him. The Senior Partners would skin us alive, literally, if they knew that we had met with Penn in order to discuss him going after Angel.
I had a trial to get to, so I had to leave, and I pretty much altogether didn't have a good feling about Penn when I went to the courtroom. Penn, who didn't seem to like me, but did seem to like Lilah, was going to go after Angel anyway, and while it wasn't our policy to kill him, but to make him dark, and while I was cool with Angel being dead anyway, was going to go after Angel anyway, and if he was successful, without our resources, then it couldn't be blamed on us. I wished Penn the most of success with Angel, but it was my intention not to meet with him again.
After another successful day in court, defending a drug dealer against a moral crusade by a heavy and very much undertalented public defender, I went back to Wolfram and Hart, fully intending on seeing Lilah. It was late, because I did have a dinner date with an attractive blonde, but I still expected Lilah to be here, but she wasn't. And I had looked everywhere. I didn't run into Le, either, which was surprising, because evn more then Lilah, he was always trying to look for a way in, for a way to put himself ahead of Lilah or I.
I knew that Lee had been in my office at least twice. He tended to wear too much cologne and it was unmistakable. Lee wasn't as liked amongst Holland and some of the other higher-ups as was Lilah or myself, so I knew that he would have something going on. A bit of paranoia filled me as I realized that though our meeting with Penn had been discretionary, that Lee might have caughten wind of it. I decided that though it wasn't like me to rummage through Lilah or Le's offices, that I was going to cover my ass this time.
I went into Lee's office, and started looking around. I kept the lights off and used a penlight, so as not to be clearly seen by him if he looked at the surveillance camera's in the morning. I dragged some papers off of his desk and down to the floor, and found nothing of note. Just some cases that he was working on, and something about rogue on one piece of paper. I wondered what that meant, although it had nothing to do with Lilah and I meeting Penn.
I wenr through many of the files in his desk, and found nothing, still, of Penn, although paranoia was starting to grip me, as I had been here, kneeling on his floor next to his chair for an hour. I found that Lee was dealing with another lawfirm, so I crawled over to his copier and with my head down, made a copy of it, just in case.
I returned back to the desk and the safety of being behind it, gunning through the rest of his files. There was nothing on me, a few things on Lilah, but Le had ben busy and I couldn't believe that he had missed our meeting with Penn. There were infractions that the Senior Partners and Holland would look down upon, so I made copies of them too, and returned back to behind the desk, returning everything to the way that I had found it. I started to stand, when from the corner, I heard a trasnmission coming in from the fax machine. My back to the camera's on the wall, and in my dark suit, I made my way over to it, grabbed the transmission and returned to behind the desk, my penlight on it.
The transmission read: To: Lee Mercer, attorney, Wolfram and Hart, Los Angeles
From: Unknown
Message: Rogue slayer is awake in Sunnydale and all indications are that she is still evil. She mugged a woman and escaped the hospital where she had been comatosed for the past eight months. We should set up a meeting, here in Sunnydale. It is believed that she will go after the other slayer, one miss Buffy Summers. End of report on Faith Lehane.
I smiled and sneaked out of the room, holding the very transmission in my hands that Lee was nver going to see, along with the other copies that I had made in there. Not worried about covering my steps with the surveillance room and confident that I hadn't been made out in there, I decided to go home and see if I could find out who this rogue slayer was, and what I might do about it.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in my den, on the couch, the phone next to me, contemplating putting a trace on where this transmission had come from. As I sipped a heineken, I wondered why Lee Mercer would be trying to contact a slayer, and an evil slayer at that.
I had a trial to get to, so I had to leave, and I pretty much altogether didn't have a good feling about Penn when I went to the courtroom. Penn, who didn't seem to like me, but did seem to like Lilah, was going to go after Angel anyway, and while it wasn't our policy to kill him, but to make him dark, and while I was cool with Angel being dead anyway, was going to go after Angel anyway, and if he was successful, without our resources, then it couldn't be blamed on us. I wished Penn the most of success with Angel, but it was my intention not to meet with him again.
After another successful day in court, defending a drug dealer against a moral crusade by a heavy and very much undertalented public defender, I went back to Wolfram and Hart, fully intending on seeing Lilah. It was late, because I did have a dinner date with an attractive blonde, but I still expected Lilah to be here, but she wasn't. And I had looked everywhere. I didn't run into Le, either, which was surprising, because evn more then Lilah, he was always trying to look for a way in, for a way to put himself ahead of Lilah or I.
I knew that Lee had been in my office at least twice. He tended to wear too much cologne and it was unmistakable. Lee wasn't as liked amongst Holland and some of the other higher-ups as was Lilah or myself, so I knew that he would have something going on. A bit of paranoia filled me as I realized that though our meeting with Penn had been discretionary, that Lee might have caughten wind of it. I decided that though it wasn't like me to rummage through Lilah or Le's offices, that I was going to cover my ass this time.
I went into Lee's office, and started looking around. I kept the lights off and used a penlight, so as not to be clearly seen by him if he looked at the surveillance camera's in the morning. I dragged some papers off of his desk and down to the floor, and found nothing of note. Just some cases that he was working on, and something about rogue on one piece of paper. I wondered what that meant, although it had nothing to do with Lilah and I meeting Penn.
I wenr through many of the files in his desk, and found nothing, still, of Penn, although paranoia was starting to grip me, as I had been here, kneeling on his floor next to his chair for an hour. I found that Lee was dealing with another lawfirm, so I crawled over to his copier and with my head down, made a copy of it, just in case.
I returned back to the desk and the safety of being behind it, gunning through the rest of his files. There was nothing on me, a few things on Lilah, but Le had ben busy and I couldn't believe that he had missed our meeting with Penn. There were infractions that the Senior Partners and Holland would look down upon, so I made copies of them too, and returned back to behind the desk, returning everything to the way that I had found it. I started to stand, when from the corner, I heard a trasnmission coming in from the fax machine. My back to the camera's on the wall, and in my dark suit, I made my way over to it, grabbed the transmission and returned to behind the desk, my penlight on it.
The transmission read: To: Lee Mercer, attorney, Wolfram and Hart, Los Angeles
From: Unknown
Message: Rogue slayer is awake in Sunnydale and all indications are that she is still evil. She mugged a woman and escaped the hospital where she had been comatosed for the past eight months. We should set up a meeting, here in Sunnydale. It is believed that she will go after the other slayer, one miss Buffy Summers. End of report on Faith Lehane.
I smiled and sneaked out of the room, holding the very transmission in my hands that Lee was nver going to see, along with the other copies that I had made in there. Not worried about covering my steps with the surveillance room and confident that I hadn't been made out in there, I decided to go home and see if I could find out who this rogue slayer was, and what I might do about it.
Fifteen minutes later, I was in my den, on the couch, the phone next to me, contemplating putting a trace on where this transmission had come from. As I sipped a heineken, I wondered why Lee Mercer would be trying to contact a slayer, and an evil slayer at that.