Futility
It's been days since I left the hotel. Cordelia's been leaving messages on my cell phone non-stop, screaming at me for being a lunkhead.
Can't blame her. Might as well put a revolving door on the Hyperion, what with all the leaving and coming back people have done the past few months.
This is different, though. I'm not abandoning them. I'm trying to protect them.
If someone's after me, if they're attacking those close to me to get to me, then I need to draw their fire away from everyone else. Give them one target instead of eight. Give the others a chance to figure this out.
Wes understood, when I told him what I had to do. He wasn't crazy about it, but then, neither am I. But he understood what had to be done.
Trouble is, the trap's been set, and no one's taken the bait.
I've been about as high-profile as I could be the past few nights. Walking the streets instead of the sewers. Prolonging the fights when I've had to, just to see if someone comes gunning for me when my back is turned and I'm dealing with some vampire streetwalker. Hitting the demon hotspots around town.
By the way, I never knew there was a specific reason they named it the "Viper Room" until now.
Wes says there's been no activity at the hotel, either. Every once in a while, Skip's locator flashes, but nothing long enough to get a fix on anything. He also mentioned there's been some restless nights on everyone's part.
With everything going on, that's understandable. But it can't be avoided.
This has to work. This has to draw out whoever's behind all this.
If for no other reason than to make apologizing to Cordy a lot easier...
Can't blame her. Might as well put a revolving door on the Hyperion, what with all the leaving and coming back people have done the past few months.
This is different, though. I'm not abandoning them. I'm trying to protect them.
If someone's after me, if they're attacking those close to me to get to me, then I need to draw their fire away from everyone else. Give them one target instead of eight. Give the others a chance to figure this out.
Wes understood, when I told him what I had to do. He wasn't crazy about it, but then, neither am I. But he understood what had to be done.
Trouble is, the trap's been set, and no one's taken the bait.
I've been about as high-profile as I could be the past few nights. Walking the streets instead of the sewers. Prolonging the fights when I've had to, just to see if someone comes gunning for me when my back is turned and I'm dealing with some vampire streetwalker. Hitting the demon hotspots around town.
By the way, I never knew there was a specific reason they named it the "Viper Room" until now.
Wes says there's been no activity at the hotel, either. Every once in a while, Skip's locator flashes, but nothing long enough to get a fix on anything. He also mentioned there's been some restless nights on everyone's part.
With everything going on, that's understandable. But it can't be avoided.
This has to work. This has to draw out whoever's behind all this.
If for no other reason than to make apologizing to Cordy a lot easier...