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William the Bloody, alive and well in New Metropolis. Actually, not quite alive but all the same he seems to exist. Which I'm sure will give Angel quite the conniption. Not that it affects my state of being much these days. Angel seems to be doing quite well with his reformed Champion Investigations without me. Luckily for me, I have a previous employment contract to fall back upon. Lilah had given a bit of extra language to my unique deal with Wolfram and Hart. As it turns out, a lifetime contract can extend for a good period of time when one is prevented from ending a life. Alcohol abuse it seems, is nowhere near the top of my list of worries.
"Of course Mr. Hart. No, I don't foresee any permanent roadblocks for Ms. Faith and I to understand one another." Pausing I listened intently to the phone, remembering each word exactly as it was spoken. The last thing I had expected was for two lawyers to fetch me from the Nag's Head for a conference call with a Senior Partner. "Yes, certainly, I'll be placing the Macdonald investigation at the top of my action list." So, it seemed the prodigal son had been executed. An action upper management would not take lightly. The click of an electric motor caused me to look up at the flat screen monitor which had dropped down from the ceiling. The conference room I had been brought too was vacant save for myself. The blinds had been drawn after I had arrived and now the lights dimmed. Watching the screen in fascination I realized this was footage of Lindsey's final minutes on earth. The clarity of the tape was quite good as a shadow approached behind him, a sword flashing in the light as its blade cut into the lawyers neck. So long Lindsey. The camera caught only a split second of the assassin in the light. A turtle man? How intriguing.
On the table the phone trilled and picked up the handset. "Pryce. What is it?" The slightly condescending tone I'd adopted during my previous tenure with the firm was already reforming in my voice. Time to meet with my new partner in crime. Although she didn't exactly realize it yet. Leaving the conference room I strolled down the hallway. Remarkable, Wolfram and Hart had managed to reuse the exact same floor plan as their Los Angeles office. Leave it to accounting to only commission one architect for every office in their corporation. Entering the CEOs corner office I took a seat in the leather chair, swiveling around to look out the windows. Strange, to think a man's last moments had been spent in this very chair. Yes, this would do nicely. Hearing the door open behind me I heard the footsteps stop from around the desk.
"Lovely day is it not?"
(Open to Faith)
"Of course Mr. Hart. No, I don't foresee any permanent roadblocks for Ms. Faith and I to understand one another." Pausing I listened intently to the phone, remembering each word exactly as it was spoken. The last thing I had expected was for two lawyers to fetch me from the Nag's Head for a conference call with a Senior Partner. "Yes, certainly, I'll be placing the Macdonald investigation at the top of my action list." So, it seemed the prodigal son had been executed. An action upper management would not take lightly. The click of an electric motor caused me to look up at the flat screen monitor which had dropped down from the ceiling. The conference room I had been brought too was vacant save for myself. The blinds had been drawn after I had arrived and now the lights dimmed. Watching the screen in fascination I realized this was footage of Lindsey's final minutes on earth. The clarity of the tape was quite good as a shadow approached behind him, a sword flashing in the light as its blade cut into the lawyers neck. So long Lindsey. The camera caught only a split second of the assassin in the light. A turtle man? How intriguing.
On the table the phone trilled and picked up the handset. "Pryce. What is it?" The slightly condescending tone I'd adopted during my previous tenure with the firm was already reforming in my voice. Time to meet with my new partner in crime. Although she didn't exactly realize it yet. Leaving the conference room I strolled down the hallway. Remarkable, Wolfram and Hart had managed to reuse the exact same floor plan as their Los Angeles office. Leave it to accounting to only commission one architect for every office in their corporation. Entering the CEOs corner office I took a seat in the leather chair, swiveling around to look out the windows. Strange, to think a man's last moments had been spent in this very chair. Yes, this would do nicely. Hearing the door open behind me I heard the footsteps stop from around the desk.
"Lovely day is it not?"
(Open to Faith)