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Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns and created all of the Buffy characters. I own the rights the original characters and this computer though.

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Hilton

Laguna Beach, California

June 15, 2007

12:00am

"Hey Jonathon!" Andrew calls over his walkie-talkie. He waits a few moments before calling again.

"Jonathon, pick up!"

"What is it, Andrew?"

"Look, damn it! I have been waiting here patiently for you, for an hour, to come back from break so I can take mine. So if you don't mind could you… hurry it up?"

There's a pause, "Dude, I'm in the middle of talking to a chick, would you mind?"

Andrew sighs, "If you consider that blow up doll a chick, then you can wait to talk to that "chick" later. Get your ass out here, man. I'm cold."

Andrew hears no response and smiles at his victory. Ever since him and Jonathon left Sunnydale with the their lives, they've tried to live normal job. Jumping from city to city, it seemed trouble followed them wherever they went.

When they made it to Oxnard, they tried to dabble in male stripping, but found that the club had become a haven for vampire activity. So as quickly as they arrived in Oxnard, they left. They then swallowed their pride (and fear) and got jobs helping Buffy find all of the potential slayers while based in Cleveland. But once the Hellmouth was destroyed and all the potentials were found, the entire group relocated to the old Watcher's Council Headquarters. After a couple of months, they felt they out lived their welcome and left England. When they made it in LA, they literally walked into supernatural war between vampires and mages. And in San Diego, they both ran into a succubus who made them turn on each other. So there self-exile has finally landed them in Laguna Beach with jobs as valets.

"God, I wish I stayed in England." Andrew says with a sigh.

Jonathon walks out of the hotel with an aggravated look on his face.

"A chick. Yeah right. Like that one time Buffy almost kissed you."

Jonathon was now staring daggers into Andrew, "You inconsiderate son of a bitch. I can't believe that you would say that over the walkie. If you ever…"

Jonathon stops mid-sentence when he looks at Andrew's face. He turns to look at what Andrew was staring at and sees 'the' gorgeous woman walking towards them.

She pulls out a pen and grabs Jonathon's hand, "Here's my number, cutie."

After she finishes writing her number, she kisses his cheek, "Call me."

As she walks away, Jonathon turn around with a smug look on his face to Andrew, who still has that far away look in his eyes.

"Andrew." That response gets no reaction from the prone Andrew. Jonathon then slaps his friend in the face… hard.

"Ow," Andrew begins to rub his face, "You lucky son of a bitch."

Jonathon breathes on his nails and rubs them on his vest, "Yeah… I know."

Andrew looks in the direction that the woman walked in, "Are there any women like her in the hotel?"

"Could be…"

Andrew, oozing with confidence, walks towards the entrance, leaving Jonathon shaking his head.

"They grow up so fast."

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"JONATHON!"

Jonathon is woken from is daydream by an annoyed Andrew.

"Dude, what the hell's your problem? I've been screaming your name for the last four minutes."

Jonathon looks around at his surroundings.

Demitri's Jaguar pulls up to the hotel's entrance with a roar. Faith is asleep in the passenger seat with the seat back.

Jonathon is the first to see the car and looks at Andrew. Andrew is staring right at him then glances at the car.

"It's mine," Andrew says as he begins to jog towards the car. Jonathon starts to catch up to him.

"Your on break, it's mine." Jonathon says between breaths.

"Forget my break, I'm looking at the best payday of the week," Andrew says as he inches farther from Jonathon. Jonathon then, ungracefully, kicks Andrew in the shin.

Andrew falls to the floor with a thump, "What the fuck, man?" Jonathon looks back at him and smiles. He turns around back at the car and sees Jeffrey, the hotel operator's son opening up the door to Demitri as he looks directly at Jonathon with an evil grin.

"Not today, motherfu…" and he sprints to the driver's side door and pushes Jeffrey out of the way. Demitri gets out of the car and looks down at the valet on the ground then back at Jonathon.

"Welcome to the Hilton, my name is…"

"You son of a bitch, you are so fired. Wait 'til my dad hears about this!" Jeffrey gets up, brushes himself off and then gives Jonathon the finger. By this time, Andrew is standing right next to Jonathon. Jeffrey is so into flipping them off that he doesn't see the curb in front of him and trips. Andrew laughs loudly.

Again, Jeffrey turns around and looks Andrew in the eyes, "Both of you are fired, assholes!"

Andrew begins to look around, "What the fuck did I do?"

Jonathon turns around to face a bewildered Andrew, "You laughed at the bosses son."

"That's the bosses son. I find it interesting that children with parents with a little power have a superiority complex. Sad, really because once their parents lose that power they will become what they hate…"

Jonathon and Andrew turn to face the well-dressed man behind them.

"What's that?" Jonathon asked

"Powerless," Demitri finishes as he extends his hand, "Demitri Drake and you are…"

Andrew is the first extend his hand, "Fired asshole number 1, Andrew Wells and to my left is fired asshole number 2, Jonathon Levinson."

Jonathon then shakes Demitri's hand. Demitri then pulls a cigarette out of a case that was in his breast pocket.

"I saw how driven you were to help me out of my car, so what's stopping you now," Demitri says as he lights his cigarette.

"What's the point, we are going to be fired anyway," Jonathon whines.

"You let me worry about that," Demitri says through the smoke.

Jonathon and Andrew quickly go to the trunk of the car and start unloading luggage.

"Why in the hell did you push Jeffrey, man? I mean we 'had' a good thing here. Why?" Andrew asked with some anger behind it.

Jonathon lets out an audible sigh, "Because I was tired of daddy's boy getting us in trouble for things we didn't do, not letting us get the biggest tips… do you want me to continue?"

"Naw, I'm cool," Andrew says as he pulls out the last of the baggage. And if on queue, the hotel operator walks out the glass doors with anger emanating out of his pours.

"Wells… Levinson… what the hell did you think you were doing? You don't lay a hand on any of the employees, especially my son. Who in the hell do you think you are? How stupid are you two, huh? If I had half a mind I would fire you but because you two would probably pull unemployment, I'm putting you on custodian duties until you quit." The hotel operator feeling happy with himself decides to turn and walk away with his son in tow.

Jeffrey turns around and looks at the two broken men, "My dad let you off easy but when I'm done with you, you're gonna pray that my dad fired you." With a smile he started to walk towards the door.

Demitri, who watched the berating of the two men, threw his cigarette butt on the ground and proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the hotel. As he opens the door he turns to Andrew and Jonathon slightly, "By the way can you help the young lady out of the car and bring her inside?"

And with a wink, he walks inside leaving the two men to do what may be their last task working for the Hilton.

"What do you think he's gonna do?" Jonathon asks pathetically.

"I don't know but he walked in there with a purpose."

"Hey, keep it down out there. People are trying to sleep in here."

Jonathon and Andrew freeze in their place.

"Um… Andrew did you hear what I heard?"

"Did you hear a raspy voice with a Boston accent?"

"Yeah?"

"Then yes, I heard what you heard."

They slowly turned around and saw the person that the voice came from.

"Hello, boys. What, no hug?" Faith said with a honey-laden voice.

Andrew yelped as Jonathon fainted. Faith steps out of the car, now wearing a t-shirt exposing her belly, tight fitting jeans and a leather jacket.

"Faith, you haven't lost your touch, my dear," Faith said as she walked passed Andrew and walked over Jonathon. She turns around and looks at Andrew, "Be sure to bring in the luggage after you faint."

Andrew smiles then faints. Faith grins and then proceeds inside the hotel, 'I wonder what Demitri is up too?'

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Demitri catches up to the hotel operator and his son right before they enter the service elevator in the back of the hotel.

"Excuse me!" Demitri says as he walks up behind the two men.

The hotel operator is the first to turn around with a smile on his face, "Hello, sir. How may we help you today?"

"Can I get your name, sir?" Demitri asks casually.

"My name is Samuel and this is my son, Jeffrey." Both extend their hands towards Demitri, who receive them graciously.

"Are you two in a hurry? Because if you are, I will talk to you later." Demitri asking with an innocent tune.

"No, we always have time for our guests." Samuel said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Well, I couldn't help but notice the exchange that you had with your two valets outside," Demitri lied, "I have to know if that was company procedure to chastise them like that in front of guests?"

"Well if you should know…" Jeffrey could not finish his statement as his father smacks him in the back of the head.

"Jeffrey, two adults are talking…" Samuel turns his attention back to Demitri, "Well, sir… I can not allow the employees think that they can do whatever they want, so yes I believe that my actions were just."

"I see…" Demitri said with a smirk. If he did not have his sunglasses on, Samuel and his son would have seen the anger radiating out of his eyes.

Jeffrey, out of arrogance, decided to speak out of turn, "What you need to do 'sir,' is go about your business and leave the running of hotel to us professionals."

Instead of reprimanding his son, Samuel stands there with a look of pride on his face.

Demitri turns his attention to the younger of the two, "Is that so!" Demitri gets closer to the two with a change of posture and presence.

"Well, this is how it's gonna be…" Demitri pulls his glasses down the bridge of his nose so the two could see his eyes, "You are going to fire the two men at my car and they will not pull unemployment…"

The statement brought a smirk to the operators face, "You bet they won't…"

Demitri becomes even more menacing, "You will give them a $10,000 severance pay plus a hotel room for the next two days for pain and suffering that the two caused."

The operator and his son look at Demitri with confusion and then begin to laugh out loud.

"Who do you think you are… making demands like that? Do you know who you are talking too? Get out of my hotel!"

Jeffrey, who was over doing it on the laughing, begins to poke Demitri in the chest, "It's time for you to leave or we will be forced to call the police on you, so aaaaahhhhhh…"

Jeffrey's statement is interrupted when Demitri grabs his hand and begins to twist it in an inhuman direction, "It's not polite to poke someone."

Demitri turns to the operator as he shuffles over to the courtesy phone to notify security, hoping that Demitri doesn't see him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Demitri threatens as he lets go of Jeffrey's hand, "because if you do, the authorities will never find your bodies."

Demitri walks up to Samuel, who is openly weeping, and looks him in the eyes, "And if they do find your bodies, they'll wish they never did."

And Demitri's eyes began to glow a red ember color with an equally red smoke coming from the pupils.

"Okay… Okay… I will give you anything you want, just do not kill me or my son." Samuel said through his weeping.

"What are you going to give them?"

"I will give Jonathon and Andrew $10,000 severance pay plus a two night stay here at the hotel in any room of there choosing."

Demitri just stares at Samuel for a moment and then begins to laugh just as loud as the two were just minutes ago.

"Why… are… you… laughing?" Samuel asks through his sniffling.

"Because," Demitri pulls out a tape recorder and rewinds it, "your word is bond."

And he presses play, "I will give Jonathon and Andrew $10,000 severance pay plus a two night stay here at the hotel in any room of there choosing."

"Now two things can happen… One, you'll do what you said or… two; I will send this to the Hilton headquarters. You would be brought up on charges of fraud and extortion and lose this precious job of yours. Your choice…"

Samuel nods his head then hangs his head in defeat. Demitri smirks then turns to head to the lobby, when Samuel stops him.

"Were you really going to kill us?"

Demitri snickers, "Like I would waste my time with you two," he looks Samuel up and down then at his son, "Two things… You need to teach your son some manners. His attitude is going to get you both killed one-day. And I think you need a change of pants."

And with that said, Demitri turns on his heels and walks away, leaving the hotel operator and his spoiled son to their own devices.

Samuel, feeling that Demitri wasn't coming back, walks over to his and helps him. He looks at his son for a moment and then smacks him in the back of the head.

"Why did you have to poke him?"

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Faith is standing in the middle of the lobby looking for Demitri. She notices that there is a lot of activity inside of the hotel for such a late night. What she doesn't notice are the lustful looks she is getting from the men in the lobby. Some of them even run into each other from looking at her.

Giving up she walks up to the registration booth to find a lone female customer service person there. Faith walks up to the booth and gets the girl's attention.

"Excuse me, missy… I need some assistance."

The girl stops typing on her computer and looks up at an irritated Faith.

"How may I help you?"

"I need to check into a room."

The rep starts to type into the computer, "What is the name on the reservation?"

"Demitri Drake."

The girl types in the name and gives a look of disapproval, "Sorry, there is no reservation under that name."

Faith sighs in frustration and then looks around. The lobby is getting filled with more and more people. Now there is now a line behind her.

Faith looks back at the rep with confusion, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, miss?"

Faith rolls her eyes at the girls sweet persona, "Why are there so many people here?"

The girl looks around Faith and then looks back at Faith, "To be perfectly honest, I have no idea. Maybe they're here for a convention or somethin'"

Faith shakes her head at the reps ignorance and then she grins slightly, 'If this girl is as ditzy as she looks… maybe…'

Faith looks up, "One more question and then I'm out of your hair," Faith says with the exact type of sweetness the rep has, "Have you seen this guy… He's about this high… with long hair… wearing an Armani suit?"

The girl's face lights up, "Oh god, you mean you came with that hottie that walk in here a couple of minutes ago?"

'Bingo,' Faith thought, "Yeah he's my… brother?"

The questionable answers passes over the girl head, "He must have to beat down women with a stick… is he single?"

'I wonder' Faith thought to herself.

Then the girl squeals with excitement, "There he is… Here act like I just said something real funny."

"What!"

"Please?"

'Fuck me!'

Not wanting to blow her cover she unwillingly forces a laugh out of her vocal cords. Demitri walks up, hearing the laughter, with a confused look on his face.

Demitri stops right next to Faith and begins to say something when Faith stops him, "Hey bro, aren't you tired from going to visit mom at the rest home."

Demitri looks at Faith with even more confusion until he looked more deeply into Faith's eyes, 'Oh what the fuck did she get me into?'

After an awkward moment of silence, that did not go unnoticed by the female rep, Demitri finally speaks up, "Of course I'm tired, I'm the one who had to drive two hours straight," turns his attention to the girl, "This girl hasn't learned how to hold her bladder since we were kids."

Faith looks at him with anger and begins to blush.

"You're an asshole," Faith whispered.

Demitri grinned and turned his attention back to the receptionist, "So… your name is?"

The girl pointed at her nametag, "Jennifer."

"So what is a girl like you doing working in a hotel?"

"Well, when I left home…"

Faith tones out the flirting and turns back around to the entrance of the hotel to see more and more people stream into hotel, peaking her interest until a woman in line became impatient.

"Why don't you put a leash on your boyfriend and tell him to stop flirting with the lady! We all want to go to sleep!"

Faith's anger began to boil over, "Look here, bitch. We were here first, so do yourself a favor. Take yourself and your vibrator and go to another hotel.

The woman has a surprised look on her face then a look of disgust, "Well I never…"

Faith, in full take no name mode, turns to Demitri and pulls him down to her level, "You can fuck her later, just get me into the room or your going to experience the rest of the world as a eunuch."

"You know, you're cute when you're angry," Demitri whispered

Taken aback by the comment and let's go of Demitri's suit.

Demitri smiles and turns his attention back to the girl, "Before we were interrupted," he leans forward, "Could you do me a favor, Jennifer?"

Jennifer nods her head like she's in a trance.

"I need you to look up the name David Fredrick."

Jennifer again nods her head and begins to type the name in.

"I have two adjoined rooms for that name. Let me get your keys," Jennifer said with a dreamy voice. She doesn't lose eye contact until she gets to the key cards.

Faith whispers in his ear, "I think she likes you."

Demitri smirks and slightly turns to Faith, "Things don't seem to be so different for you."

Faith turns her head just enough to see that half of the men in the hotel are looking to her ass.

"I'm gonna have fun while I'm here," Faith says with seduction oozing out of her statement.

All Demitri could do is giggle. Once turns his attention back on Jennifer, she is working on the last key.

"Here you go, two room keys. Have a wonderful stay." Jennifer said still in the dreamy state she was in.

Demitri takes the key card and flashes it in front of Faith's face and without hesitation grabs the key, "Thank you, god. Finally a bed that is actually soft."

Faith starts for the elevators, when she abruptly stops and turns to Demitri, "What room am I in?"

"Room 512," Jennifer coined in.

Faith nods and heads back towards the elevators.

Demitri waves at Faith and looks back at Jennifer, "Siblings… can't live with them… can't kill them."

Jennifer giggles a little and hands Demitri his key card. He takes the card and begins to walk back out to the entrance, when Jennifer speaks up.

"My shift ends in about an hour. If you would like, I could meet you at your room."

Demitri flashes a sad smile, "Sorry sweetie," Demitri raises his left hand with a wedding ring is located, "I'm married…"

"Oh," Jennifer said with heartache.

"I didn't mean to lead you on but you seemed to need someone to build your self-esteem up."

Jennifer smiles and Demitri returns it. With one last look, he walks out of the hotel.

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Jonathon and Andrew came out of their daze a couple of moments after Faith had gone inside of the hotel. They had tried to lift some of the luggage in the back of the trunk but it wouldn't budge.

"What the hell does he have in here… an anvil?" Jonathon asked, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Andrew pushes Jonathon out of the way and tries to lift it himself but the bag doesn't cooperate, "What the fuck is in this?"

Andrew looks around to see if anybody is looking, "Hey, watch out for that guy."

Jonathon nods and becomes Andrew's lookout. Andrew begins to unzip the bag and sees some metallic objects inside. But as he tries to further open the bag, he feels a hand on his shoulder.

Andrew quickly zips up the bag stands straight to see that Demitri's the one that placed the hand on his shoulder.

"I have a feeling that it's against company policy to snoop through customer's personal belongings," Demitri said with a smile.

Andrew looks confused, "Your not mad?"

Demitri laughs a little, making Andrew feel a little more comfortable, "A little curiosity never killed anyone."

Andrew grins then begins to look around, "Where's Jonathon?"

Demitri looks down and Andrew follows suit to find Jonathon has again passed out. Andrew starts to laugh as he slaps his friend wake up.

"…Don't do that, mommy," Jonathon mumbled as he opened his eyes to see a very scared look on his friend's face.

"Something's wrong with you kid," Demitri coined with the same smile on his face. Demitri helped Andrew pick Jonathon up off the ground.

"Just for your information, I had a talk with your boss wants to see you immediately after your done with the luggage." Demitri stated as he head back inside of the hotel.

Jonathon stands there with a frightening look on his face, "Are we fired?"

"Most definitely fired, but I made sure that your time here is well spent," Demitri said with a smile and walked inside.

Andrew starts to scratch his head, "Who the hell is that guy?"

Jonathon just shrugs and begins to put the bags in the pushcart.

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Demitri walks down the hallway of the fifth floor and notices a couple walking past Faith's room with shocked looks on there faces that then turned to smiles.

"They sound like they're having a good time," the man said as they walked past a grinning Demitri, "Why don't you sound like that when we…" the sound of the man getting slapped ends the man' statement.

Demitri walks up to the door and puts his ear to the door and listens to the sounds of passion coming from Faith's room. He glances over and sees a food tray next to the door. He shakes his head and sighs, "Well, I guess he's getting some good over time."

He walks over to his room's door and quickly opens it. When he closes the door, he notices the sounds coming from Faith's room are completely muffled.

'Thank god for sound proof walls,' Demitri thought as he took off his jacket. The space was well equipped with a bar and balcony. The living room was state of the art with a flat screen television with a surround sound system that complements the room. He began to take off his tie as he walked into the master bedroom. Then there was a knock on his door.

"Just a minute," Demitri yells as he takes off his dress shirt to expose not only his black wife beater but also the massive amount of tattoos all over his arms and shoulders. The majority of the tattoos were of tribal symbols but a few had some type of religious and symbolistic importance.

Demitri opens the door to see only Jonathon standing there. Demitri is about to ask Jonathon were his counterpart is, when Jonathon points to his left. Demitri sticks his head out the door to find Andrew with his ear pressed next Faith's door.

Demitri clears his throat and Andrew quickly straightens and looks over at Demitri, who now has his arms crossed.

"Give me a break. I'm only human," Andrew says as he walks into Demitri's room.

Jonathon watches Andrew walk in then looks at Demitri, "I think we need to talk." Demitri motions for Jonathon to walk in then closes the door. Jonathon sits down the couch in the living room as Demitri heads back to the master bedroom.

"How in the hell are you able to afford this?" Andrew asked nervously, "I mean Jesus… what did this run you $500… $600,000?"

Demitri walks back out with two folders in his hand, "$1.5 million for two rooms for seven days. And that covers everything, including…" Demitri looks in the direction of Faith's adjoining room, "Room service."

Demitri then throws the two folders on the table in front the two men, "Read them."

Both Jonathon and Andrew cautiously pick up the folders and begin to read their contents. After a few moments, they both have a bewildered look on their faces. Andrew is the first to speak, "Where did you get this information?"

"This information was faxed to me by Rupert Giles." Demitri stated matter-of-factly.

Andrew looks back down at the file as Demitri sits down in front of them. Jonathon looks like he had seen a ghost, "What are you going to do with us?"

Demitri pulls a cigarette of his pocket and lights it, "It seems that you two have a lot to amend for, but to answer your question, I going to send you back to England to finish mending your pasts."

"Hey, we both did our duty and helped Buffy. I hated looking at Willow and remembering that we had something to do with her girlfriend getting killed. So, my choice was to leave England and try to live a normal life."

"And you both failed miserably. Ever since you left England, you have had nothing but trouble follow you." Demitri exhales the smoke from his lungs before he continues, "Once you left England, things got hairy for you. So hairy, that you had to call on the services of Wolfram & Hart. Luckily, Angel was in charge of the law firm and he had the price taken off your head."

"How did you know about that?" Jonathon asks with anger behind it.

"It seems once you left the Watcher's Council, they made sure that someone kept tabs on you. I guess it could be some type of fail safe plan to make sure that you two don't try to come up with any more bright ideas for world domination."

Both Jonathon and Andrew stand up with rage, "Look here, you son of a bitch, that was Warren's idea. He's the one that wanted to rule the world. We just went for the ride."

Jonathon puts his two cents in, "He's the one that shot Tara, not us. Why should we go back and have all those look down on us like we are useless?"

Seeing that the conversation was going downhill, Demitri stands up to put them back in their place, "Look here, boys… I would not have come here if Rupert didn't ask for you two specifically. Now, if I was the bad guy, you wouldn't have those fat checks in your back pockets, so my suggestion is you sit down and shut up."

The two men do what they are told and Demitri walks over to the bar, "What are you drinking?"

"Whiskey Sour." Andrew piped up.

Jonathon thinks for a moment, "Can I get a Pepsi?"

Demitri makes both of their drinks and hands it to them, "Now I want you to understand that you guys are needed in this upcoming war."

Jonathon spits out his drink, "War?"

Andrew swallows his drink to fast and begins to cough violently, "What do you mean war?"

"To be honest, I have no clue what war Rupert is talking about but I can guarantee that it is going to be big." Demitri answers as he watches the two men drink.

Jonathon finishes his drink and then looks at Demitri, "Can I ask you a question?"

Demitri nodded, "What is Faith doing here? She wasn't in Cleveland when we showed up? What happened to her?"

Demitri shook his head, "You are going to have to ask her. The file that I got on her was just that she was in jail and she had to be broken out of it."

Andrew looks up in shock, "You mean she is a fugitive?"

Demitri smiles and shakes his head, "No, she is legally free from jail."

Jonathon and Andrew both nod their heads and an awkward silence follows until Andrew breaks it, "So what are we supposed to do now?"

Demitri stands up out of his chair and walks back to the bar and picks up another folder, "Tomorrow, at midnight, you will take a flight to New York," Demitri walks over and hand the two tickets, "From JFK, you will go to this address," he gives them both a piece of paper with the address, "The man there is a friend of mine, just tell him who you are and he will let you in."

Demitri hands them a card, "This is the key card to club in New York called 'The Flaming Sword'. Go inside and look for a woman by the name Samantha. She will give you directions from there."

"Aren't you coming with us?" Jonathon asks.

"We will meet you there. It seems that the slayer has been out of practice as of late, so Rupert wants me to make sure that when we arrive in England, she is at her peak."

"What happens if we get in trouble?" Andrew asks fearfully.

Demitri pulls out his wallet and hands them another card, "If you are in dire straits, call this number. They're friends of mine and they have been put on alert."

Jonathon and Andrew nod in compliance then they head for the door. Demitri watches them walk out of his room with a look of fear, 'I think I need to make a phone call…'

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Jonathon and Andrew head towards the elevator when Andrew stops them, "Why don't we just leave? He'll never find us."

Jonathon turns to him with a look of frustration, "That's what you said last time, but look we were found. Remember Andrew; the past always has a way of finding you. It found me in the worst way, remember? Look, it's late and I'm going to my room. We have a long day tomorrow and I need as much sleep as possible."

The chime of the elevator goes off and the doors open. The two walk into the elevator when Andrew erupts, "You're a fucking sheep, you know…"

Jonathon has had enough, "Look… all my life, I was over looked and I even tried to commit suicide to try get people to notice me. Because of my 'following' of Warren, I was indirectly responsible for the death of a human being. Because of my 'following' you, I was put at death's door on more than one occasion. This is the first time that I feel that the person I am following has an agenda that will help me become more of a man. I glad I am needed because that gives me a purpose. Maybe it's time you realize the same thing and grow the fuck up."

The elevator door opens and the two walk out. Andrew doesn't even look in Jonathon direction as he goes into his room. Jonathon opens the door and stands in awe of the room, "Someone pinch me."

He then feels a pinch on his back. Jonathon jumps at the pain and turns to find Andrew behind him, "What do you want?"

Andrew sighs, "What time do we get up tomorrow?"