Spike pushed past Giles as soon as the man opened his door. He strode in like he owned the place, filling it with his presence. “So, what’s the job, Watcher? Something need killing? Or stealing?”
Giles sighed and closed the door. “Yes, do come in.”
Spike hovered over his desk and frowned at the central object. “What’s this, then?”
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