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hereFred, Faith and Lorne are keen to track down Knox and make him sing so we can figure out what's going on. I look over at my twin and shrug; it's the best idea any of us can come up with and, honestly, probably the quickest way for us to get into the little weasel's mind
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Blast. I wish we wouldn't do that. It's getting rather annoying.
I go for the keys, but Lorne intercepts me. "I'll drive." He shakes his head at the both of us, and I open the door for Fred.
When Faith walks by, I take her arm, making her look me in the eye. "You and I are going to talk later."
Stupid? Absolutely. Grabbing a Slayer like this is completely idiotic. However, Faith and my twin were up to something before Fred and I walked in, and I want to know what that 'something' was. Releasing her, I get in behind Fred, and the five of us head to Knox's house.
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But it has to be done. I know that; every person in this jeep knows that. Knox violated my trust, and tried--no, he did hurt Wesley. Badly. I never in my life thought I could hate anyone as much as I did Professor Sidel, and now I know that I do - moreso even because it involved someone I love and care about a lot.
It doesn't take long for us to reach Knox's place, an apartment complex a few miles from the office building. His place in in one of the farthest back buildings, so Lorne drives us around and parks. We then all pile out, Wesley taking my hand and helping me out.
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"Pardon me, but that's my shotgun," I say to my...twin.
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"It's mine, too. Or have you forgotten already?"
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"I haven't forgotten. I just simply thought it would be easier if you took the pistol, instead."
Lifting the shotgun, I point to it and say, "This is my gun," then I point to the pisot. "That's your gun. Got it? My gun, your gun."
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Interjectin' before either of them can say another word, I yell, "Just pick somethin' for fuck's sake!"
Boys and their toys. God.
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Reaching down, I pick up the pistol my "twin" pointed to. This will do.
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Of course. We said the same thing at the same time. Again.
Cocking my shotgun, I prepare to show Knox just how big of a mistake he has made. Bloody weasel.
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