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Dec 28, 2004 14:17

You can continue being a slave, or you can live your life. Your choice.

It was all about the mission. Angel looked only a little worse for wear after his sojourn in the deep. If he had been left down there any longer there might have been risk of damage to his higher brain functions. Analyzing his responses and sentence structure I found that there was no risk of that.

Angel was back.

This would be good for my plans.

For the Mission.

Wes?

I placed a thermos of warm blood near him where he could reach it. It had a screw top cup and a nice aluminum sheath that gave off a gentle heat.

"That's the last of the blood... I'm fresh out." I said to him. The cold metal of the guns I was carrying felt like they weighed me down to earth just enough to continue staying here.

((Open to Angel))
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