Take a chance on me...
It seems like my entire life has been spent working at a pace that is too fast, too complicated, and too damn competitive. Except, that's how I always liked it. It's what pulled me out of the poverty of my childhood and got me through college and made me the Golden boy of Wolfram and Hart. I'm not even thirty and I've already accomplished more than most people could do in a couple of lifetimes. So, why the hell am I sitting in the beat up truck that I couldn't bring myself to sell, even after I bought the fancy car that my salary allowed me to purchase? It was a reminder of where I came from. A reminder of where I never wanted to be again.
Yet, I walked away from the firm. Made a grant exit, complete with bullets and an evil hand. Not that the evil hand was my choice. Have to admit that caught me by surprise. Shouldn't have, though, should have known that Wolfram and Hart doesn't give anything to anyone that doesn't have a catch. That is the way the game is played and I used to be the master at this game.
I blame Angel. Could probably blame Darla, but I don't want to think about her long enough to place the blame at her feet. No, it's Angel's fault, because before I met him, I was comfortable in my life. There was no question of conscience or any of that other fighting the good fight bullshit that he is always going on about. I don't give a flying fuck about the good fight. The only fight I care about is the one I have to get in the ring for and it's my ass that I'm worried about saving. Not some stranger who needs my help. I'll never play Angel's game, but I can't play Wolfram and Hart's game any longer either.
Time to make a change. Take back my own life. Follow my advice that I just gave to Angel not a day before.
"Don't play their game. Make them play yours."
He should get that tattooed someplace on his body so his dense ass doesn't forget it. Not my problem though. I've set the wheels in motion. I know I only got so much time to get the hell out of this city and even then, it's not going to be easy. The firm isn't going to fear my hand, evil or not, for very long. Sooner or later, and I'd bet my ass it will be sooner, they are going to come for me. They've invested too much in me, time, money, body parts, to let me just walk away.
So, I've come up with an insurance policy. Mind you, the policy may end up killing me before I have a chance to convince her to take my deal, but I'd rather chance Faith killing me than being sent for retraining with the firm. Never can get very far if you don't have the balls to roll the dice. I've rolled the dice. Called in a couple of favors and Faith is being released. She'll be walking out the gate and she'll see me. The prick who pushed her into a corner and basically forced her hand. Made her decide it was better to sit in prison than being taken out by the Watchers Council.
I've done a lot of shitty and immoral things in my life. It's part of the path I've chosen to walk along. Maybe I should feel bad for landing her ass behind bars, but I don't. She screwed me over! She was hired to take out Angel and she fucked the deal up. It was her ass or mine and I will always choose me over someone else. Figure if anyone can understand that, it should be Faith. Bottom line is, she is no longer of service to me behind bars. I need protection to get out of this city, this state, fuck, maybe this country and she is a slayer. She has the skills needed to ensure no one from the firm can take me before I get away safely.
It's the chance of a lifetime for her too. Money to start over. A new identity if she wants it. She gets me out of here and I'll make sure she gets the same fresh start that I'm getting.
Now I just have to convince her to roll the dice and take a chance on me.
Yet, I walked away from the firm. Made a grant exit, complete with bullets and an evil hand. Not that the evil hand was my choice. Have to admit that caught me by surprise. Shouldn't have, though, should have known that Wolfram and Hart doesn't give anything to anyone that doesn't have a catch. That is the way the game is played and I used to be the master at this game.
I blame Angel. Could probably blame Darla, but I don't want to think about her long enough to place the blame at her feet. No, it's Angel's fault, because before I met him, I was comfortable in my life. There was no question of conscience or any of that other fighting the good fight bullshit that he is always going on about. I don't give a flying fuck about the good fight. The only fight I care about is the one I have to get in the ring for and it's my ass that I'm worried about saving. Not some stranger who needs my help. I'll never play Angel's game, but I can't play Wolfram and Hart's game any longer either.
Time to make a change. Take back my own life. Follow my advice that I just gave to Angel not a day before.
"Don't play their game. Make them play yours."
He should get that tattooed someplace on his body so his dense ass doesn't forget it. Not my problem though. I've set the wheels in motion. I know I only got so much time to get the hell out of this city and even then, it's not going to be easy. The firm isn't going to fear my hand, evil or not, for very long. Sooner or later, and I'd bet my ass it will be sooner, they are going to come for me. They've invested too much in me, time, money, body parts, to let me just walk away.
So, I've come up with an insurance policy. Mind you, the policy may end up killing me before I have a chance to convince her to take my deal, but I'd rather chance Faith killing me than being sent for retraining with the firm. Never can get very far if you don't have the balls to roll the dice. I've rolled the dice. Called in a couple of favors and Faith is being released. She'll be walking out the gate and she'll see me. The prick who pushed her into a corner and basically forced her hand. Made her decide it was better to sit in prison than being taken out by the Watchers Council.
I've done a lot of shitty and immoral things in my life. It's part of the path I've chosen to walk along. Maybe I should feel bad for landing her ass behind bars, but I don't. She screwed me over! She was hired to take out Angel and she fucked the deal up. It was her ass or mine and I will always choose me over someone else. Figure if anyone can understand that, it should be Faith. Bottom line is, she is no longer of service to me behind bars. I need protection to get out of this city, this state, fuck, maybe this country and she is a slayer. She has the skills needed to ensure no one from the firm can take me before I get away safely.
It's the chance of a lifetime for her too. Money to start over. A new identity if she wants it. She gets me out of here and I'll make sure she gets the same fresh start that I'm getting.
Now I just have to convince her to roll the dice and take a chance on me.