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It took Angel a few tries to find the portal back to our dimension, but he found it and we made it back home safely. I was relieved and scared to back. We were home, no more weird dimensions, but we were also back to a world were we were living under the dictatorship of a mad man. More than the relief and fear was overwhelming happiness. In less than two days, I went from being completely alone in my fight against Warren Meers to having two of my best friends as allies. It was a wonderful, yet worrisome feeling.
Yes, it was fantastic to have Wesley and Angel working on the same side as me, but what if we tripped up? What if we let it slip, inadvertently, to someone that we were all working against Meers? What then? I knew what then. We would all die. There would be no trial, no judge, no jury. Just dead. Warren would see to that almost immediately. He couldn't have people in the positions of power, such as Angel, Wesley, and I were, to be his opposition. He would have us 'taken care of' just like in some damn movie.
Ok, so maybe I was being a little paranoid. But wasn't paranoia better than walking around thinking things were roses and daisies? I'd much rather see or expect an attack coming rather and be prepared, rather than being caught unawares because I wasn't ready. Yes, being paranoid is much better than standing around thinking, 'Oh joy in the day, Wesley and Angel and I are on the same team. Grand.' No, that just wouldn't do. I would keep my kernel of paranoia and I would hold onto it because it would probably keep us all alive.
I went back to my lab and began working on the case. Angel approved all the supplies Wesley and I needed to continue working, so all we had to do was wait to hear back from our contact. Once that was received, we would be able to see some of the afflicted and determine what the best course of action would be. Hopefully it wouldn't be too terribly long before we heard something, I wanted to get in there and begin doing some good, instead of sitting and waiting.
To keep from over-thinking the situation, I poured myself into my paperwork. Working at an evil law firm is like working in any office: there's tons of paperwork and if you don't get it done, you could drown in it. Seeing as this was Wolfram and Hart, I might literally drown, so I began working through the piles on my desk. I didn't realize how much time had gone by and when I heard my door open it caught me by surprise and I jumped. "Oh!" I saw who it was and said, "Hi there. Come on in..."
[open to anyone at Wolfram and Hart that Fred knows]
Yes, it was fantastic to have Wesley and Angel working on the same side as me, but what if we tripped up? What if we let it slip, inadvertently, to someone that we were all working against Meers? What then? I knew what then. We would all die. There would be no trial, no judge, no jury. Just dead. Warren would see to that almost immediately. He couldn't have people in the positions of power, such as Angel, Wesley, and I were, to be his opposition. He would have us 'taken care of' just like in some damn movie.
Ok, so maybe I was being a little paranoid. But wasn't paranoia better than walking around thinking things were roses and daisies? I'd much rather see or expect an attack coming rather and be prepared, rather than being caught unawares because I wasn't ready. Yes, being paranoid is much better than standing around thinking, 'Oh joy in the day, Wesley and Angel and I are on the same team. Grand.' No, that just wouldn't do. I would keep my kernel of paranoia and I would hold onto it because it would probably keep us all alive.
I went back to my lab and began working on the case. Angel approved all the supplies Wesley and I needed to continue working, so all we had to do was wait to hear back from our contact. Once that was received, we would be able to see some of the afflicted and determine what the best course of action would be. Hopefully it wouldn't be too terribly long before we heard something, I wanted to get in there and begin doing some good, instead of sitting and waiting.
To keep from over-thinking the situation, I poured myself into my paperwork. Working at an evil law firm is like working in any office: there's tons of paperwork and if you don't get it done, you could drown in it. Seeing as this was Wolfram and Hart, I might literally drown, so I began working through the piles on my desk. I didn't realize how much time had gone by and when I heard my door open it caught me by surprise and I jumped. "Oh!" I saw who it was and said, "Hi there. Come on in..."
[open to anyone at Wolfram and Hart that Fred knows]