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[sunnydalealum]

A door to elsewhere has opened in the heart of Wolfram & Hart's stronghold, and it's letting in one hell of a draft.

The security guards are discovering, right about now, that their internal alarm system isn't working. And neither are their walkie-talkies. Or anybody's cellphone.

It's really kind of impressive how well they're rallying in the absence of any contact with each other or their own command.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs, and stays still to let them decide.

"My guys've other ways of letting me know I'm needed."

[sunnydalealum]

"Yeah, but they're up on nine with Emma, the trouble's a lot closer than that."

Amy doesn't know just how right she is.

[dreamer_fray]

Indeed she doesn't, and the trouble in question rounds the corner, eyes the three girls and grins.

"Hey, found you!" Harth says brightly, strolling closer, hands nonchalantly in his pockets. (This is actually because he has blood under his nails. Some things don't aid being undercover.)

[slayer_fray]

Mel opens her mouth.

Shuts it.

Puts her hands on her hips.

Drops them.

"...Hi."

[sunnydalealum]

"Who's the kid?" asks Amy, low-voiced.

Juliet says nothing, but steps forward and a little to the side, her eyes fixed on the newcomer.

[dreamer_fray]

"I came with her lot," Harth says, jerking his head at Mel. "Sorry I'm late Melaka, security kept me. Seemed t'think I might be a risk, or somethin'."

He shrugs as if in disbelief that anyone could possibly consider it.

"Where'd the rest get to, anyway?"

[slayer_fray]

"I didn't even know you were on this mission," Mel says, frowning a little.

"They didn't tell me that when they hired me."

THAT'S HER COVER DON'T BLOW IT.

[sunnydalealum]

Juliet's frowning too. "You maybe want to call your bosses and check it with them, Melaka?"

Even Amy looks a little suspicious, now.

[slayer_fray]

Stare at Harth. Stare.

Then she shakes her head.

"No, he's here now. Juliet, Amy, this my evil twin Harth. Don't kill each other, OK?"

[sunnydalealum]

There's a few seconds of blank stare. It's Amy who gives a tentative you're-kidding-right smile, and says "Hi, Harth."

"Evil twin, huh?" says Juliet, and she doesn't seem to think it's funny.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. No killing, no dating, no headhunting for rival companies, I know the drill. Nice t'meet you, girls. But yeah, I thought I'd see about that whole equal-opportunity employment thing." He snorts derisively. "I am so sure."

It's possible he's enjoying this 'undercover' thing more than he thought he would.

Which doesn't mean he's very good at it.

[slayer_fray]

"Evil twin," Mel repeats, grinning wryly, and leans against the nearest wall.

"What's the situation, Brat?"

[dreamer_fray]

"I was gonna ask you the same thing," he says, catching up to them. "Rest of the party's gone off to their big meeting just fine, but there's some kind of breakdown going on. I was gonna join them for instructions, but girls kept givin' me weird looks, so I figured joining up with you'd be better."

Read: Harth can't remember what spun-ass term the lawyers are using to refer to the Slayers. Oh, and he snuck off from his actual assigned group in the chaos.

[sunnydalealum]

"Oh," says Juliet suddenly, and for the first time looks off-balance.

"Sorry. I -- sorry. You're a vampire. I didn't realize."

[dreamer_fray]

For just a moment, Harth wears an expression that says what kind of a ruttin' Slayer ARE you? before he bobs his head in feigned awkward assent.

"Ah- yes," he says. "For a while, now. Makes job-huntin' a bitch, I can tell you. Still, we, um. Have counselling."

They channel the rage.

[slayer_fray]

Making Mel laugh in the middle of an undercover operation is NOT ON,OK?

When she's sure she's not going to choke on her attempts not to, she volunteers,

"Yanno, a building full of us, with at least two of these," she jerks her head back to the scythe, "and you still manage to find me? That's ruttin' creepy."

[dreamer_fray]

Dignified,

"I have t'make use of the marketable skills available to me, Mel. I'm workin' with my nature t'move on with my unlife."

...Was that too far?

[slayer_fray]

Mel's face is that very special level of utterly blank which it gets when any expression at all could blow everything.

[sunnydalealum]

"...how many of those are there, anyway?" Amy asks, eyeing the Scythe. "Emma said -- I thought she said there was only one."

[slayer_fray]

Mel frowns at nothing, then glances quizzically at Amy.

"Why'd she say that?"

[sunnydalealum]

Uncertain silence from the two zhirelin.

"Maybe," Juliet says tentatively after a moment, "maybe she meant there's only one that the Council was using."

[slayer_fray]

"Bet that's it," Mel agrees easily. "Council're a bunch of pyromanic lunatics don't know the first thing about us. If that's where she's getting all her information..."

Shrug.

[sunnydalealum]

Exchange of glances.

Silence.

[slayer_fray]

Blink.

"What'd I say?"

[dreamer_fray]

"Sounded reasonable t'me," says Harth, with an air of considering her words.

It's totally true... in their time, at least.