Chapter five

[versislayerfray]

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[queencor]

I head into the lobby, hearing voices, and head to the weapons cabinet to put away the...whatever the heck this thing is, I don't know. If I was asked to name it at gunpoint I wouldn't have been able to say. The thing that had a pointy end but wasn't a dagger, and had a round end at the handle to hit things over the head with. Whatever that was. I look over at Angel and Melaka.

"Hi." I say, opening the cabinet to stare into it's depths to try to figure out where to put this thing.

[versislayerfray]

I smirk, talk about timing, hunh? I set ma leg down an’ tilt ma head an’ give -Cordelia?- a look o’ puzzlement. I know Woody tol’ me the name o’ that weapon, but it completely escapes me. Jus’ as well, I was never much good at ‘memberin’ those kind o’ things, anyway.

[vampdetective]

"Hey, Cordy, we were just...uh, talking about you," I say, ready to make the introductions. "Uh, this is Melaka, sayer from the future, and Melaka this is Cordy."

[queencor]

I sigh, patience for weapon holder finding small at best, so I just drop the thing into the bottom of the cabinet and shut it, turning back around to the other two. "Hi." I repeat. "I think I met you for like...three seconds when you were in Sunnydale."

[versislayerfray]

I nod, a lil' confused. I musta, though I can't remember. There were too many people there ta rightly recall. An' I had jus' come from tha future. I jump up an' sit on the front desk. "'sgood ta finally talk ta you."

[queencor]

"Yeah." I say. "So besides vaulting the furniture, was there something going on?" I ask. "Patrol, any clients?" I ask hopefully.

[vampdetective]

"There's some notes here, looks like Wood's writing. I'm assuming someone went out after them, since no one else seems to be around," I say, reading again through the messages by the phone. "We've been hoping to hear something about Kennedy, but no luck yet."

[versislayerfray]

I jus' like bein' active, I can't help if tha furniture gets in the way. I hop down off tha desk an' do sommore stretches. Hopin' ta burn off some o' my energy. "I wa' jus' tellin' him how they always make a mistake. She'll slip up or yewell get a vision."

[queencor]

I walk over to drop down onto one of the couches. "Yeah, hopefully." I say, glaring up at the ceiling. "Hear that? Little help here?" Not that that ever works.

[vampdetective]

I groan in frustration. "It just seems strange if she's been hitting that neighborhood a lot, that nobody has called saying they've seen her. We said it was a missing persons case."

[versislayerfray]

"Don't ya'll have the laws ta help? Or're they completely useless?" Hell, before what happened with Harth an' all the Lurks, no one believed me. Now the laws have given me a license ta kill.

[vampdetective]

"From what everyone has said, she seems to be human, but supercharged, on one or more drugs. Which means the law can't really deal with her, but our business isn't killing humans, either." I sigh. She really reminds me of Faith, when she was out of control. "She needs help."