"Come on in," Angel said. She entered the room.
"I always knew Spike was an idiot, but this really takes the cake," Angel groused to Harmony.
"Why boss?" she said, handing him his morning's mug of pig's blood.
"Lindsey told Spike a bunch of crap about working for the higher powers, getting visions from them, and passing them onto him because he was supposed to be a 'champion'," Angel said. "And Mr. Brain Trust fell for that hook, line and sinker. It didn't occur to him to try to get some proof before setting himself up in the hero business. What a maroon!"
"Didn't the same thing happen to you?" Harmony said innocently.
"Whadaya mean?" Angel snapped.
"Geez boss, you don't have to bite my head off," Harmony said indignantly. "I just meant that some scruffy drifter told you the same story, and you believed him, didn't you."
Angel scowled. "Of course I believed him."
"How do you know your Doyle was telling the truth? He could've been yanking your chain." Harmony giggled. "For all you know, he could have been working for the Senior Partners."
Angel thought for a moment. Nah, the whole idea was ridiculous. Doyle had been the one to set him on his path. The path which had led him to . . . here . . . right where the Senior Partners had wanted him all along.
Angel's jaw dropped. "Oh."
Harmony giggled.
The End.