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[qwahazahn]

If I could actually be reeling at this point, I would be. Still, I wasn't. It was like I was watching everything happen to someone else. My mind was working through all of the mystery, but emotionally I was numb

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[_wes_pryce_]

I'd finally gotten rid of that git, McDonald. I mean, really, there's only so much *hovering* and *groveling* I can take. I don't care if this his Hell, and he's playing by there rules. I don't like it when people are afraid of me, or of what I am. I may be the liaison here, that doesn't mean I'll go around slashing down people left and right without a good reason. Not, mind you, that some of them around here didn't have a good reason to be slashed down

[qwahazahn]

"What the bloody blazes do you want now?!"

Frying pan. Fire. What more was there to say?

Well, besides the fact that I definately recognized that voice. And I definately did not want to be face to face with the man behind it. Not yet, at least.

I could shut the door, mumble, and run off. It had the potential to work. But I couldn't even face myself if I scampered off like a wild animal.

I let the door swing open, steeling my gaze. "Well, I thought you would've been away by now. So sorry, I didn't mean to knock on your door. I just got a bit turned around,is all."

Well, there is some saying about murderer and victim being linked. I guess that's my bad luck.

[_wes_pryce_]

I freeze and keep staring down when the voice I hear wafting through my office isn't the one of Lindsey McDonald. It's a familiar voice however. A very familiar one to be exact. My once nemesis. The person who killed Fred so he could worsehip Illyria. The mn I shot...and killed. And how odd is it, that I still don't feel remorse over that. Eye for an eye and all that crap. Which would be one of the reasons I'm in hell

[qwahazahn]

Now I could honestly say I understood what they meant in all those trashy novels kids used to read in college. 'Tension that can be cut with a knife', huh?

"I suppose I shouldn't be all surprised to find you here as well. I'd ask how you were doing, but I don't really care. Instead I'll ask why you thought I'd be away right now and what you want."

Of course you don't care,jerk. For a white hat, he seemed to care about very little. The sanctity of life, camaraderie, ect.

"Well, didn't you get a promotion?" I grinned at him, "I just got the news today. I didn't think you'd waste your time down in a place like this?" Right, I needed to get away from Merlin. He won the most unstable employee of the year award in my book. "I was looking for C+D division. I thought I'd ask someone in an office around here. I didn't realize this one was yours."

[_wes_pryce_]

The hell? What kind of stupid excuse is that? Then again, this is *Knox* we're talking about. With. To. Whichever. Doesn't matter. I want him out of my office right now. As if having to tolerate bloody McDonald here isn't enough. No, now I have to deal with this git as well

[qwahazahn]

Toddle along? Way to enhance the stereotypical views of the British. I stood at the door, in part a display of defiance, until he looked up again and snapped at me.

"Why are you still here?"

I crossed my arms, gazing at him cooly, "I just thought you'd like to know that we'll be working quite a bit together. I've been reinstated back on top. Seems there's a shortage of employees again." It wasn't smart to bait the man, but I just couldn't help it. He murdered me. I could at least haunt him.

Sort of.

"And usually I don't enter random offices, no." It'd be shocked if he could go back to his papers after that revelation. He'd probably throw a hissy fit, or something.

I wondered how he died anyway. Perhaps the God-King had killed him? That would be ironic.

[_wes_pryce_]

Raising my eyebrow, I bit down on a snort at his attempt to look cool and collected. Dear fellow, we're in hell. Why are you even trying? Rather amusing now that I think about it. "Are we now," I said, feigning disinterest. I thumbed trough the papers on my desk and sighed. "You'd think after the beast plowed down the last batch of your co-workers there'd be plenty of employees, wouldn't one

[qwahazahn]

"Obviously, the Senior Partners felt I had some sort of qualifications others, alive or dead, don't. They've given me a second chance."

Sure, there were plenty other people who could do the job. Most of them were still incompetent at best.

"Right, right. Just move toward the triangle with the knob. I get it, Pryce." I shot back coldly, "I was simply following their wishes to at least attempt to be cordial. We /will/ be seeing quite a bit of each other from here on in, after all."

It was all I can be expected from the madman. "Obviously, you haven't a clue where the division I'm searching for is located. I'll be sure to avoid this office from here on in. Looks like you have quite a bit of paperwork." I smirked at him, but didn't bother to leave.

[_wes_pryce_]

"Perhaps hell was running short on people they could easily push around," I pointed out cheerfully when he started about his second chance. Whomever heard about a second chance in hell, that's just to ridiculous for words. I've heard of careers being hell, but really....

"The less I see of Fred's murderer the better. Considering my position, I doubt they'd be overly crushed if I accidentally..." I looked up from my papers and gave him a cold smile. Even colder then the tone in his voice. "And please, do keep using that cool tone of voice. It makes an excellent replacement air-condition

Turing back to the paper work, I started to rummage through it. "It's not my job to go around the building with blueprints so idiots like yourself can find their way around here. They've...well...idiots like you for that."

Putting the papers down, I scribbled something on a note, then rummaged through the papers again before lifting my head to narrow my eyes at him. "Are you still here?".