A Late-Night Liaison
May. 20th, 2007 11:16 pmThe Warehouse (Angel's HQ)
May 27, 2005, 11:30pm
The van pulls up into its regular spot (the one protected by a low-level Do Not Notice Me spell, courtesy of Jonathan). Doors open and slam shut again, and five figures collect on the curb and start up the sidewalk for home, with the easy relaxed walk of a good night's work done.
It's Spike who first notices, and points to alert the others: there are lights on inside the building.
"Just because you don't pay the power bill," Gunn mutters.
"Wasn't me, mate," Spike returns, a little louder.
Angel raises a hand for silence, staring intently at the dim light in the window. There's a shadow moving inside.
May 27, 2005, 11:30pm
The van pulls up into its regular spot (the one protected by a low-level Do Not Notice Me spell, courtesy of Jonathan). Doors open and slam shut again, and five figures collect on the curb and start up the sidewalk for home, with the easy relaxed walk of a good night's work done.
It's Spike who first notices, and points to alert the others: there are lights on inside the building.
"Just because you don't pay the power bill," Gunn mutters.
"Wasn't me, mate," Spike returns, a little louder.
Angel raises a hand for silence, staring intently at the dim light in the window. There's a shadow moving inside.