I hardly listened to his mutterings about the mailbox. I'd already resigned myself that that thing would fill the moment you took work out. Well, at least you don't go bored here in hell. Always look on the bright side! Even in hell, where it's extremely bright. Why is that? I blinked over at the window just in time to see a rather large flame erupt from the local hellpit. Oh, well. That explains that.
Glancing back at the git, I blinked when he seemed to have frozen on the spot. Heh. Frozen in Hell, is that what they call Hell humor? Highly not amusing, as usual. Then again, according to Gunn and Cordelia I had no sense of human. I called him out several times, but it took some of that time for me to get through. What the hell now?
I frowned at his words, barely remembering what, or more specifically whom he was talking about. "No, not really," I said tiredly, giving up on remembering. He'd fill me in anyway, why waste time. "Must not have been a very important part of my life. What's it about?" And do I care? I mean, this as another Wolfram and Hart employee. They'd better not add more assistants, I think this one is more then enough. No...really.
I looked at the note a couple more times before turning my eyes to his. "This guy was a friend of mine before he died. According to this, he's been making comments about Angel being in charge, not following orders, and they want you to make him pay for that." I glanced at the last words on the paper again. "Preferably 'in blood', so I have to assume you'll get to show off any of the torturing skills you know."
Rubbed my temple. Maybe I could do it, hurt him just enough to satisfy the higher ups. I hadn't seen him in so long. The last image I had in my head was how shocked he'd looked when the trigger was pulled. Then there was blood and brains all over me while his body twitched by my feet. I could have been next but Holland let me go.
"I'll do it." I didn't look at him, not yet because I was almost afraid of what he was going to say or do. "With your permission, of course." Now I looked at him, biting my lip nervously. Let me go hurt my friend so I can save him a lot of suffering.
Raising my eyebrow, I glanced at him. A friend of his? Really now? Why is it I'm not surprised he has friends in Hell? Oh wait, that could've something to do with the fact that he willingly signed away his soul. That might be it yes.
Sitting back in my chair, I put the papers I was reading down. They weren't making sense to me anyway. Steepling my fingers, I gave him a cold look. Showing off my torturing skills? Did he even know what he was saying? They taught you a lot of those at the Watcher Academy. And then Faith and Angel had both taught me a lot as well. I knew more then a hundred ways to make it bleed.
"No." I picked up my papers again, shuffling through them. He'll do it. Right, because it's not at all suspicious to want to torture your friend. "I'll do this myself," I said, frowning at the papers before handing them to him. "You can sort through these, they don't make any sense. Hand me the note, I'd like to know what is says exactly."
Damn it. I held onto the piece of paper until he gave me a look and then I passed it over very relunctantly. He doesn't understand why I would want to be the one to do it. This was the first time I'd see the guy in almost four years. Even if I would be hurting Lee, I'd still be talking and seeing him again. I sighed.
Took the stack of papers and started sorting them by division, problem, and when it was expected to be done by. Most seemed to be labeled ASAP. With all his powers, he should be able to take care of this shit in no time at all. I'd deal with as much of it as he wanted, probably end up doing the messier things too.
"This one is marked 'very urgent'. Says something about a new group of demons arriving in a few hours, and you're supposed to make sure that they have a space for their entire clan to start building. There's a map to the location, and the rest is written in a demon language I don't know. Recognize a couple of words though. I think there's already a clan there, and you need to make them move."
What am I? A hangout sign? What's taking him so long to give me the damn note? Raising an eyebrow, I gave him a look until he finally passed it over. Seriously, that kind of insubordination will not be allowed. Alright, he was just holding a piece of paper, but this is Hell. Slip up with one little thing and the vultures will be landing. It doesn't help that one of them is right here in my office.
Concentrating on the note, or pretending to, I watched him sort through the stack of papers. Putting the note aside for now, I'd deal with that later, he wasn't going anywhere, I looked up. Demons. Who want a piece of land. To build. In Hell. Because that makes all kinds of sense. 'Come one everyone, we're bored here. Let's move to Hell.'. Makes me wonder just exactly what kind of demons those are.
Reaching out for the file, I sighed when he held on a little to long to it again, before just pulling it out of his hands. "What is it with you? Do you have some kinds of file and note fetish I should be aware off?" Letting out an exasperated sigh, I glanced over the file and sighed again. Well, lets see who else works for me, I'm sure I've a nice little staff of diplomats. "I'll see to it," I muttered, reaching absently for my tea. Bringing the cup to my lips, I took a sip and then froze. Good bloody god.
"Well excuse me for actually reading some of this mail before just handing it over." I bit my lip hard to keep myself from saying anything else. Shouldn't have even said that much, but he was not only getting on my nerves, he was pissing me off. We should already be out dealing with this crap, not sitting around sipping hell's tea.
Speaking of tea, something must be seriously wrong with his. I raised an eyebrow and grabbed the next sheet of paper from the stack. "Something wrong with your tea there, Wesley?" I hoped they'd put eyeballs or guts in it, just for shits and giggles.
Snorting, I looked at the rest of the pile. None of this stuff was important. Why would they not give him real jobs to do? Maybe it was a test to see if he could perform even the most simple tasks before working on teh big things. I had no idea. The job was different for Wesley than it was for Eve. She'd been created by the Partners to serve a purpose. Then she'd met me and I'd turned her world inside out.
Giving him a sharp look, I narrowed my eyes at him. Getting obstinate again? Hell might be amusing after all. Yes, indeed. Though, I have to wonder how much longer I can keep this up. I'm not one for putting people down, no matter how much they deserve it. Though, I'll have to admit, there was something about this McDonalds, which got on my nerves. Other then the fact that he'd tried to kill Angel over the years.
Not to mention that his words had torn me away of the best cup of tea I'd had since... Sunnydale. Giles had gotten his hand on some real tea, and not those fake leaves they have over here. Which is just about as close as I'd ever gotten to some real tea. Sighing contently, I put the cup down and poured another on from the pot. "I want the name of whomever made this tea," I said, making certain to keep my voice monotone. There might be a promotion in order, who knows.
I glanced up at McDonalds going through the pile, moving things to the left and putting some on my pile. "Well," I sighed. "When you're quite done dividing my work? How about you go back to your office and I'll get to work on this...crap." Huh, that pile is less then the work I had to do over at Wolfram and Hart. Odd that. And so was his. Maybe this was all an optical illusion. Looking up from my pile of work, I gave him a questioning look. "I'll call you if I need to know anything. Or you know, come by our office. Where *is* your office?"
"I'll find out who the little demon was, shouldn't be too hard to figure out." Not in a building that was chock full of demons. Should be like finding a needle in a damn haystack.Small, red, and semi stinky. That should narrow it right down. And why am I getting crabby about tea? Oh right, because I'm dead, I'm in hell, and this yahoo is my boss.
"I can deal with some of this stuff, Wesley. I'm not a total fuck-up. I'm more used to handling the firm's orders than you are. Plus it will give me something to do other than sit at my desk and twiddle my thumbs until closing time." And when was closing time? Did an alarm go off or anything? Rubbed my temple. This place gave me a headache.
I grabbed a stack of papers and started for the door. "Go out this door, down the hall to the right. It's the third one on the left. The secretary I have for this shift is a big, purple demon, can't miss her." It would be impossible to miss her with those scales and that hideous dress. Usually by now I'd be thinkign about getting home where I could relax, except he was going to be there too. Fuck.
Nodding absently when he mentioned finding the little tea demon, I peer at the papers. Clan war, Lindsey's friend, some land dispute, another one. Seems like your every day in the office of Wolfram and Hart. Well, aside from the torture deal. Not that I didn't do that over there. I clearly remember a cyborg I had to...persuade, to give me some answers. And it worked. Not that I enjoyed doing that, but if it needs to be done, it needs to be done.
Looking up sharply, I narrow my eyes at him when he says he's not a total... Right. I think our opinions on that are very different. And I'll gleefully be pointing that out to him now that he works for me. "You came to hell voluntarily. I think that says enough doesn't it?" Shuffling my papers, I memorize the way to his office. Not that I really need it. I can get anyone in the hall to tell me, but I'd rather not.
"Yes, fine, whatever, Lindsey. Just go, I'd like to get some work done. And you standing there glaring at me and running various ways' to curse me out and torture me in your head is not really helpful. Goodbye, I'll call you if I need any help." Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and stared at the papers for this... Friend of his. And to think I need to share a house with this wanker. Bloody hell.
Glancing back at the git, I blinked when he seemed to have frozen on the spot. Heh. Frozen in Hell, is that what they call Hell humor? Highly not amusing, as usual. Then again, according to Gunn and Cordelia I had no sense of human. I called him out several times, but it took some of that time for me to get through. What the hell now?
I frowned at his words, barely remembering what, or more specifically whom he was talking about. "No, not really," I said tiredly, giving up on remembering. He'd fill me in anyway, why waste time. "Must not have been a very important part of my life. What's it about?" And do I care? I mean, this as another Wolfram and Hart employee. They'd better not add more assistants, I think this one is more then enough. No...really.
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Rubbed my temple. Maybe I could do it, hurt him just enough to satisfy the higher ups. I hadn't seen him in so long. The last image I had in my head was how shocked he'd looked when the trigger was pulled. Then there was blood and brains all over me while his body twitched by my feet. I could have been next but Holland let me go.
"I'll do it." I didn't look at him, not yet because I was almost afraid of what he was going to say or do. "With your permission, of course." Now I looked at him, biting my lip nervously. Let me go hurt my friend so I can save him a lot of suffering.
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Sitting back in my chair, I put the papers I was reading down. They weren't making sense to me anyway. Steepling my fingers, I gave him a cold look. Showing off my torturing skills? Did he even know what he was saying? They taught you a lot of those at the Watcher Academy. And then Faith and Angel had both taught me a lot as well. I knew more then a hundred ways to make it bleed.
"No." I picked up my papers again, shuffling through them. He'll do it. Right, because it's not at all suspicious to want to torture your friend. "I'll do this myself," I said, frowning at the papers before handing them to him. "You can sort through these, they don't make any sense. Hand me the note, I'd like to know what is says exactly."
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Took the stack of papers and started sorting them by division, problem, and when it was expected to be done by. Most seemed to be labeled ASAP. With all his powers, he should be able to take care of this shit in no time at all. I'd deal with as much of it as he wanted, probably end up doing the messier things too.
"This one is marked 'very urgent'. Says something about a new group of demons arriving in a few hours, and you're supposed to make sure that they have a space for their entire clan to start building. There's a map to the location, and the rest is written in a demon language I don't know. Recognize a couple of words though. I think there's already a clan there, and you need to make them move."
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Concentrating on the note, or pretending to, I watched him sort through the stack of papers. Putting the note aside for now, I'd deal with that later, he wasn't going anywhere, I looked up. Demons. Who want a piece of land. To build. In Hell. Because that makes all kinds of sense. 'Come one everyone, we're bored here. Let's move to Hell.'. Makes me wonder just exactly what kind of demons those are.
Reaching out for the file, I sighed when he held on a little to long to it again, before just pulling it out of his hands. "What is it with you? Do you have some kinds of file and note fetish I should be aware off?" Letting out an exasperated sigh, I glanced over the file and sighed again. Well, lets see who else works for me, I'm sure I've a nice little staff of diplomats. "I'll see to it," I muttered, reaching absently for my tea. Bringing the cup to my lips, I took a sip and then froze. Good bloody god.
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Speaking of tea, something must be seriously wrong with his. I raised an eyebrow and grabbed the next sheet of paper from the stack. "Something wrong with your tea there, Wesley?" I hoped they'd put eyeballs or guts in it, just for shits and giggles.
Snorting, I looked at the rest of the pile. None of this stuff was important. Why would they not give him real jobs to do? Maybe it was a test to see if he could perform even the most simple tasks before working on teh big things. I had no idea. The job was different for Wesley than it was for Eve. She'd been created by the Partners to serve a purpose. Then she'd met me and I'd turned her world inside out.
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Not to mention that his words had torn me away of the best cup of tea I'd had since... Sunnydale. Giles had gotten his hand on some real tea, and not those fake leaves they have over here. Which is just about as close as I'd ever gotten to some real tea. Sighing contently, I put the cup down and poured another on from the pot. "I want the name of whomever made this tea," I said, making certain to keep my voice monotone. There might be a promotion in order, who knows.
I glanced up at McDonalds going through the pile, moving things to the left and putting some on my pile. "Well," I sighed. "When you're quite done dividing my work? How about you go back to your office and I'll get to work on this...crap." Huh, that pile is less then the work I had to do over at Wolfram and Hart. Odd that. And so was his. Maybe this was all an optical illusion. Looking up from my pile of work, I gave him a questioning look. "I'll call you if I need to know anything. Or you know, come by our office. Where *is* your office?"
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"I can deal with some of this stuff, Wesley. I'm not a total fuck-up. I'm more used to handling the firm's orders than you are. Plus it will give me something to do other than sit at my desk and twiddle my thumbs until closing time." And when was closing time? Did an alarm go off or anything? Rubbed my temple. This place gave me a headache.
I grabbed a stack of papers and started for the door. "Go out this door, down the hall to the right. It's the third one on the left. The secretary I have for this shift is a big, purple demon, can't miss her." It would be impossible to miss her with those scales and that hideous dress. Usually by now I'd be thinkign about getting home where I could relax, except he was going to be there too. Fuck.
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Looking up sharply, I narrow my eyes at him when he says he's not a total... Right. I think our opinions on that are very different. And I'll gleefully be pointing that out to him now that he works for me. "You came to hell voluntarily. I think that says enough doesn't it?" Shuffling my papers, I memorize the way to his office. Not that I really need it. I can get anyone in the hall to tell me, but I'd rather not.
"Yes, fine, whatever, Lindsey. Just go, I'd like to get some work done. And you standing there glaring at me and running various ways' to curse me out and torture me in your head is not really helpful. Goodbye, I'll call you if I need any help." Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and stared at the papers for this... Friend of his. And to think I need to share a house with this wanker. Bloody hell.
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