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If Ana Pendleton was to be trusted -- and she certainly wanted to be, Jason surmised -- then Roger Wyndham-Pryce's layabout son and a motley crew of his friends were on a trans-atlantic flight to Las Vegas.
On Ana's own private jet, no less. She'd been contacted about a 'favour' some days ago. When she checked her messages, Ana paused and looked to him, repeating the request for Jason's benefit. A silent nod gave the go-ahead, and she made the necessary arrangements. After all, understanding your enemies' plan of attack made the task of a counter-offensive easier, and would ensure victory in the end.
Well-greased palms ensured he was informed when Rupert Giles arrived with his prize in tow. Miss Foster would act as his personal messenger, details of their meeting and a personal effect from Miss Torres to solidify he didn't attempt anything rash.
Standing on the balcony of his hotel room, sipping a scotch, Jason consulted his watch. Dawn was breaking over Las Vegas, rays of sunlight mingling with the city's lightscape. A contingent of Slayers should be arriving from Cleveland in about forty minutes. They were trained to defend against the enemy after all. All under his command.
It would be an astounding slaughter.
And he would be one step closer to claiming dominance over all things.
On Ana's own private jet, no less. She'd been contacted about a 'favour' some days ago. When she checked her messages, Ana paused and looked to him, repeating the request for Jason's benefit. A silent nod gave the go-ahead, and she made the necessary arrangements. After all, understanding your enemies' plan of attack made the task of a counter-offensive easier, and would ensure victory in the end.
Well-greased palms ensured he was informed when Rupert Giles arrived with his prize in tow. Miss Foster would act as his personal messenger, details of their meeting and a personal effect from Miss Torres to solidify he didn't attempt anything rash.
Standing on the balcony of his hotel room, sipping a scotch, Jason consulted his watch. Dawn was breaking over Las Vegas, rays of sunlight mingling with the city's lightscape. A contingent of Slayers should be arriving from Cleveland in about forty minutes. They were trained to defend against the enemy after all. All under his command.
It would be an astounding slaughter.
And he would be one step closer to claiming dominance over all things.