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Things have been hectic at Wolfram & Hart over the past few days.

It's kind of understandable that there hasn't yet been opportunity to get anyone in to reglaze the broken window in one of the twelfth-floor conference rooms. There's been cardboard and heavy canvas tacked down over it with tape, against the weather, and for the moment that's all.

It's not as though it's a security risk, after all. The window's twelve stories up, and there's no fire escape nearby.

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She manages to twist and duck away from that hand, but at the cost of losing the walkie-talkie.

With a harsh wordless exclamation of anger, Melissa drives a punch at the invader's gut.

Mel tenses, and takes the punch with a soundless exhalation as she flies back across the corridor. The seperation gives her room to move, straight towards trhe stun gun holstered onher thigh.

In the next second, she's standing, and her silence is broken by the crackling of discharged electricity.

Melissa's distracted briefly by the bizarre shape of the weapon, but only briefly -- it's a weapon, and one she doesn't recognize.

By the time Melaka fires, Melissa is already diving away. The first bolt's corona barely grazes her leg.

The trouble is: they're in an office corridor. There's no cover.

Melaka's moving too - not chasing Melissa so much as diving towards the walkie-talkie.

But the gun barrel moves quickly, following Melissa, and the second blast counters for her movement. So does the third.

Yeah, she's out.

It's suddenly very quiet again in this stretch of hallway.

There's no movement, and the only sound is the walkie-talkie, lying on the carpet a few feet from where Melissa went down in an unconscious heap.

**crackle** "-in, Melissa. Melissa, can you hear me? Over."

It's not going to keep a Slayer down for long, Mel knows that. But she also hasn't got time to secure her for long, and is already heading down the corridor towards her next location as she scoops up the walkie-talkie.

"This is Mel."

It's not even a lie.

The voice on the other end is terse, businesslike. **crackle** "Find the perimeter breach yet?"

Mel slows to a quick stride to make sure her voice doesn't sound tired, as well as to hide her surprise this might be working.

"Yeah, some dumb bird flew into that broken window on twelfth. Situation normal."

"Flew in and got through?" The other voice sounds startled. "Is it still there?"

"No," Mel replies, sounding surprised it should be. "It was, but I got rid of it. Everything's fine, now."

An exasperated breath that makes the crackle level jump. "You should've kept it to examine. Did it occur to you that somebody could be using a bird to try to get in?"

"Yeah, that's why I got rid of it quickly as possible," Mel says, turning a corner in the corridor as she strolls along quickly.

"Figured the longer it stayed in, the more time they had."

She wonders how long she can carry on bullshitting before they catch on to her.

"Hmp." Grudging. "Guess that wasn't bad thinking. All right. You'd better stay up there while I get someone to fix the window cover. Standard check-in, you know the drill. Brianna out."

A final crackle and click. It looks for the moment like she's gotten away with her brief impersonation.

Well, at least Melissa is up there.

Mel glances down at the piece of ancient machinery in her hand, then digs her thumb straight through the most solid part to desable it, before dropping it into one of the pouches on her belt.

That done, she breaks into a fast but quiet jog, towards possible Scythe hiding place #2.

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