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[_wes_pryce_]

Fred and I discussed some more things considering the resistance in the car. The one thing we knew for certain that wouldn't be bugged by Wolfram and Hart. We may have worked there for some time now, that didn't mean we were stupid. We knew what they had done before we joined, neither of us could believe they'd just give up on that just because we

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[fredburkle]

After dropping the information for our contact off, we headed back to the office. We rushed so we wouldn't be late for our weekly meeting with Angel and thankfully we didn't get a ticket. There were things to be done after the meeting that would benefit the resistance and now I had an ally. I finally had someone, after all this time, that I could rely and count on.

I left Wesley in the lobby, telling him that yes I would meet him in Angel's office in thirty minutes. I went to my office and began gathering my notes and files that I knew I would need to go over for the meeting. I kept a drawer specifically for files and notes that I would need each week for the meeting, so it didn't take me long to grab everything and head back upstairs.

I took the stairs, because I had some time to spare and met a familiar face as I was about to open the door to the hallway. Wesley was coming from the upper floors and was behind me as I walked into the hall, "I guess we're both...tedious when it comes to having our notes ready. That, or you're really a shape-shifting demon and I'm about to get my throat torn out." I gave him a smile, "Tell me you're just anal...."

[_wes_pryce_]

"I'm...just anal?" Raising my eyebrow, I glance at her and shake my head. "Or, I'm really just a shape shifting demon and I'm about to tear your throat out," I nod seriously at that. "Except, If I were a clever shape shifting demon I'd wait until you were alone and it was dark." Shrugging I give her a small smile. "I guess I'm just...err...anal." Though I really thought I had left that part behind me.

Closing the doors of the stairs after me I walk up to her, shifting my notes a bit in my hand. "Either that or you have a very vivid imagination." Blinking, I glance down at my notes and them back up at her. "What was the subject again?" I think I'm drifting from the topic of conversation here. Did we have a topic? Running a hand through my hair, I give her a small sheepish smile. "I guess my mind is elsewhere today."

[fredburkle]

I grinned at him. He was so fun to fluster and confuse and I'd rarely had the chance to do that lately. It was nice to be able to talk freely with him like I used to, especially now. Although, with as many ears as these walls had, I wouldn't be doing much of the free talking in Wolfram and Hart.

I nodded as we walked down the hall, "It's ok, Wes." I looked at the people walking past us down the hall and it made me wonder if any of them were working for the resistance as well. Knowing, now, that Wesley works for them has made me wonder about everyone else, especially Angel and the rest of our team.

I looked up at Wesley, "Do you have the request forms for the supplies we'll need for the case we're working on?" I had the ones I needed signed by Angel, but I wanted to make sure Wesley had his. I knew Angel would sign then, almost without looking, because he trusted us, I just wanted to make sure we could get the things we needed sooner, rather than later.

[_wes_pryce_]

Shifting my papers, I glanced down at them while I riffled through the load I had there. Dammit, paper work, one of these days that was going to be the death of us. Pulling out two forms I waved them at Fred with a crooked smile. "Here we are. I knew they had to be in there somewhere." Putting them back at the right spot, since I'm anal, I put them back in the folder and move them under my arm.

"I don't need many supplies, most I can get without the help of," I wave my hand around vaguely, "them." Them, Wolfram and Hart. I really don't trust them at all. I still don't know why we came to work here, or why Angel thought that was a good idea. And I really don't know why *I* thought it was a good idea at the time.

Opening the door to the next hall, I smile at Fred as we walk down the hall toward Angel's office. At least now I have someone in this sodding building I can trust. Someone who doesn't stick her head in the sand about what's going on all around us. I just wished I knew where the rest were keeping their head.

[__angel]

As I hung up the phone, sighing, I leaned back in my chair and Wes and Fred walked in. Sitting back up, I put my hands on my desk and gave them a small smile, "Hey." Seeing the look on their faces, I changed my expression and stood up, coming to walk to the front of my desk, then I leaned on it, looking over at them.

Not much has been going on, not from me, I mean, I try to do what I can to help and ... it's just not working. There has to be some way I can get in without having one of his people trying to screw us.

"Something's up?"

[fredburkle]

Wes and I walked into Angel's office and I had the strongest urge to just blurt out everything and see if he was on our side. I didn't know if he was still one of the good guys or not, but I wanted him to be. He's Angel. He's a champion. He's saved more lives than the polio vaccine. He just had to be on the same side as me and Wesley.

But, I didn't say anything. Even if I thought that Angel might be on our side, we were behind walls that most definitely had ears; sometimes literally. So I just gave Angel a bright smile as we came into his office. I motioned to the stack of files and papers I was holding and said, "Weekly meeting...remember?"

I glanced at Wesley and then back at Angel, "We...we didn't get the time wrong did we? Or...." I frowned and looked for any memo I might not have read recently in my papers, "You...you didn't send out a memo telling us it was rescheduled, did you? Cause...after the last time, when I interrupted you and that clan of demons who hated, randomly enough, hated brown-haired women and wanted them all dead....I've made a conscious effort to read all of my memos..."

[_wes_pryce_]

Apparently Angel has been bored again. If the look on his face is anything to go by at least. And well, there hasn't been much going on lately to be honest. At least ot Wolfram and Hart wise. Working for the resistance however keeps one on ones toes.

Finding out that Fred is part of that group makes me wonder about the rest of us. I was a fool to believe they all were on their since instead of the resistance. I should've known better. But we can't take any chances, we can't make the mistake of being wrong. No matter how much we want to be right.

"Angel is just pre-occupied again," I tell Fred, trying to keep a light tone. I hate the fact that everything here can be heard. It's as though we're going to have to develop some sort of code just to talk to one and nother.

"I don't think we missed any memo's," I start, rooting through the papers in our files. "Except the ones that say Gunn won't be able to make it and ditto for Lorne. We..." I blink up at Angel, suddenly not so certain I might not have missed a memo, "We didn't miss any memo's did we?"

[__angel]

Weekly meeting. Right, of course. I forgot. Shaking my head, I nod at them and look around. And Gunn and Lorne can't make it. Wonder what they're up to. Sighing, I turn around, walking to the back of my desk and grab my jacket that's hanging on the back of my chair, putting it on, then grabbing my cell phone, just in case and stuff it into my pocket.

"Yeah, I sent out a memo, but it's okay. It probably just didn't get to you guys. Thinking I should just hand them out myself." Grinning a little, I walk toward them. "I uh, got a phone call and was waiting for you guys ..." Nodding toward the door, I start to walk, then turn back around. "Let's go take a, uh, walk. I'm sure you all could use fresh air." Or well, fresh air conditioning. At least the windows in my car are okay and I can take a ride out in the sunshine.

"That okay?"

[fredburkle]

I gave Angel a look and then glanced at Wesley. We were going to take a walk? I didn't have a bad feeling, but I could tell by the look in Angel's eyes that something was up. He couldn't be working for Warren and have found out about me and Wesley...could he?

When he turned back around I gave him a smile, "Ok...fresh air is...always nice." We headed to the elevator, Wesley and Angel heading inside when the doors opened. I stepped aside when a female demon rushed out of the door and then followed them.

I looked at Angel and then at Wesley, "Every thing's alright...right, Angel?" I looked at Wesley and hoped that we weren't being led to our deaths.

[_wes_pryce_]

I can tell by the look in Fred's eyes that she's about as confused as I am. But questioning it might look suspicious. And suddenly I'm not the only one I have to think of. There's Fred as well. I know it might be ridiculous to do that, she was working for the resistance long before I knew.

But now that I know, I can't help but feel a little bit protective. This is why I worked alone. As much as I was very much relieved to find out that she was on...our side, that she wasn't who I thought she was. The worry I feel now, isn't that much better either.

Following Fred and Angel into the lift, I stay quiet and try act like my normal self. Which isn't hard, since I'm weary all the time it would seem. At Fred's question I look up and give Angel a questioning look of my own while I lean against the wall of the lift.

[__angel]

I wanted to talk to them, but I knew I couldn't do it here, or in this dimension. I actually went and researched myself, did this all myself because I wanted ... to talk. Just talk, that's all. I knew I couldn't do it here, not when first of all, the building has ears and second ... this world has ears. Looking over at them, I shrug, and look up at the lights as they decend with the numbers. Finally getting to the garage, the doors open and we all walk out.

Heading toward my car, I get my keys out, flipping off the alarm and open the door, then turn around, looking at them.

"Getting in?"

[fredburkle]

I nodded, stuffing all my papers into my bag and climbed into the back seat. I had no idea where we were going or why we were leaving, but...I trusted Angel. Didn't I? Wasn't he the champion? Wasn't he the one that was supposed to fight for the underdog? I hoped he was and that he wasn't driving us to Warren's front door to be...killed very dead.

I sat quietly as Angel began driving and wondered what Wesley was thinking. In times like this, it sure would be nice to be something other than human. Not something evil, but something that could read minds or talk telepathically to other people around me. Because right now, I'd ask Wesley what he was thinking and what he thought about this situation. And I would also ask him if he smelled salami, because I smelled salami.

But, I couldn't do that, so I sat quietly for a little longer and then frowned, "Is it just me? Or...does it smell like salami in here?" I gave them both a smile as they each turned and gave me the same identical 'what the..?' look. I gave them a smile, "I smell salami...I think. It's either salami, or I'm so hungry that I'm imagining salami...or...something."

[_wes_pryce_]

We just had lunch and she's hungry again? Salami? Giving her a confused look, I wrecked my brain, trying to figure out if this was perhaps some code I was supposed to understand. But I couldn't make anything out of 'Salami'. I doubted very much it meant 'Watch out Angel is about to betray us'. God, at least I hope it didn't mean that. I don't think I'd very much like that. Oh very good understatement, Pryce.

He was driving awfully fast though. A little bit to fast perhaps. I've not known him to drive so fast. "Err...Angel? Where are we going?" Apparently out of the city, if the direction is anything to go by. I share another confused look, turing a tad pale as Angel rounds yet another corner rather dangerously.

"Angel," I lean forward, mustering up a small smile. "Perhaps you might consider slowing down? Not all of us are super strong immortals unlike some." Quite the contrary in fact.

[__angel]

Fred had to be hungry because there was no way my car smelled like salami. My foot pressed down more on the gas as we zipped by other cars on the road. I could tell that Wes was scared and I hated that he was. I wanted to tell him don't worry but he would anyway. Once he found out where we were going, it would be okay.

Glancing over at him, I just nodded, but kept on going faster and faster. Either this wouldn't work and well, they'd die, or it would work and we'd be in another dimension with no Warren Meers. Closing my eyes as we came up to a corner, I opened them and went a little bit faster as I headed straight for the edge of the cliff, sprouting out some words. We were airborne for about a second before a portal opened and we went inside, then landed softly on sand ... on the beach. In the sunlight, which was okay because I wouldn't go up in flames.

"You two okay?" I ask and look back at Fred, then at Wesley.

[fredburkle]

Ok. So Angel wasn't going to take us to Warren and have us killed for being fighters in the revolution. He was just going to drive us off this cliff and kill us himself. I could not believe this was happening. He kept going faster and faster and faster until we were flying off the cliff.

I didn't want the last few visions I saw before I died to be a fiery car crash, so I closed my eyes. My fingers gripped the leather of the seat tight as I waited for the impact. After a few seconds I felt a very soft thud and I figured we'd probably taken out a bird in Angel's suicide leap.

When nothing happened and I heard Angel ask if we were okay, I opened my right eye and peeked out. We were sitting on some beach, perfectly safe and sound and not burning alive. I opened both my eyes and gave Angel a really mean look, "Angel, if you ever do something like that again...I am going to...switch your normal blood out for some human blood and then stake you when you turn back into Angelus."

[_wes_pryce_]

I think I've died. I just had this terrible nightmare that Angel drove us off a cliff, my life flashing before my very eyes and I've died. That bloody idiot nearly caused me a heart attack. I wouldn't be surprised if I had one anyway.

Clutching my chest, I just gape at him for long moments. I could hear Fred ranting at him, but I was to busy swallowing and actually checking to make certain that I was still alive and in one piece.

"Bloody buggering hell," I gasp out, looking at Angel with wide eyes. I'm pretty sure the color of my skin is even paler then his. "Were you trying to kill us? Because if so, congratulations! You nearly succeeded. You miserable sod! Don't ever try that again."

Christ, what was he thinking this time? This really is typical Angel behavior. Just do it and then ask questions. I'm sure it made perfect sense in that illogical gell-infected brain of his.