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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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Once they've sorted out which weapons they're going to take, everyone turns to look my direction, ready to go, Wesley arming the shotgun. Hefting the crossbow, I square my shoulders and lead the way to Knox's second floor apartment.
While the others stay out of sight on either side of the door, I knock a few times until we finally hear movement inside. The door cracks open just enough for him to see me standing there. I keep the crossbow out of sight so he won't get suspicious.
"Fred?" he asks. He closes the door so he can unlatch it and open it wider. "What's going on?"
By the time he realizes that I have company out here with me, it's too late.
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Bargin' in, I tackle the squirt, forcin' him to sit on the couch by holdin' his arms.
"What the? Who are you?"
"Your worst nightmare. Actually, no. I take that back. The pissed off chic standin' behind me with a crossbow is your worst nightmare. Me? I'm just here to make sure you get what's comin' to ya."
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"Oh, yeah, he meant to do what he did. He was hoping to get rid of you. Didn't count on a second book man being created."
Fuckin'. A.
This guy is toast, yo. But, since I'm all reformed and shit, I can't be doin' the toastin'. This is Fred and Wesley's issue. I'll assist, though. Hell, yeah, will I ever assist. All they gotta say is the word, and I can have this guy tied down and gagged, or even punched out. It's all five by five with me.
"Looks like your plan backfired on ya, Wimp. And if I were you? I'd be wishin' for a fuckin' miracle right now, cuz that's the only way you're gettin' outta this alive."
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Bloody hell, I knew it. That little weasel has had it out for me since we came to Wolfram & Hart.
My finger twitches against the trigger, because I want desperately to shoot Knox, but one look at Fred's face, and I think better of it.
I don't want to be that kind of man. There are other, more suitable means to getting rid of him.
Relaxing my finger slightly, I take a deep breath to calm myself before speaking. "Knox, what exactly were you attempting to do? Blast me into tiny bits? Banish me off the face of the Earth? Please, do tell."
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"Knox, what exactly were you attempting to do? Blast me into tiny bits? Banish me off the face of the Earth? Please, do tell."
I'm wondering that myself, considering that I seem to be the unintended consequence of that attempt. He must have had something in mind when he sabotaged the generator.
Knox stumbles over his words until Lorne finally throws his hands up, "Oh for Frankenstein's sake, just sing! It'll make it a whole lot easier on all of us."
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Knox doesn't seem to want to answer Wesley's question about what he was hoping to accomplish - God, was he always this squirmy and awful? - and hems and haws until Lorne finally loses his cool.
"Oh for Frankenstein's sake, just sing! It'll make it a whole lot easier on all of us."
"But..." He finally seems to realize that it's not worth it to fight us because we're going to find out the answers one way or another and begins singing again, his eyes shifting around in fear. "And ev'ry one was a Hen-a-ry. She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam...""The little termite wasn't totally sure what it would do, but figured it wouldn't be pretty if the generator overloaded the mirrors. Oh, and get this, june bug, he was ( ... )
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Lorne explains what Squeaky Voice had planned to do, and somethin' else, too. Somethin' about a God or some shit like that? Just what the fuck is goin' on around here, man?
Fred looks like she's about two seconds away from hurlin' all over the place, so I decide to step in. So to speak. It's actually more like, finishin' what Greenie started.
Takin' both fistfuls of Twerp Boy's shirt, I punch him good and hard in the face, but with a tad more force. Stoppin' when his eye gets puffy and his lip is nice and swollen, I turn to Fred and Wesley with a smirk. "Who wants to go next?"
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Taking a deep breath, I gather my wits about me, handing my crossbow over to Lorne, who takes it and steps back. I walk over to Faith and Knox and, without even pausing, backhand him across the face.
"You are so fired," I hiss.
And then kick him, aiming right for the place that hurts the most.
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