Booty call, baby.

[got_the_mission]

Gunn knew Angel might not appreciate the fact that he'd taken the liberty of calling in reinforcements. Angel liked to be the big man, liked to call the shots. After all, he was the resident Champion. He'd kinda earned his position as head honcho. But Gunn also knew that Angel was stubborn, and that he would spend his time worrying about what was coming and trying to come up with some kind of plan that only involved who and what was inside the walls of the Hyperion itself. He wouldn't think of looking to outside help, not right away. That's Gunn had called Faith, and why he was now placing a call to another old friend, one he hoped would be happy to hear from him.

Sighing, he checked his watch as he listened to the phone ring, waiting to hear someone else's voice on the other end of the line. "Come on, Gwen... pick up."

((Ring ring, Gwen!))