"Oh, this is a great idea," grumbled Gunn. "You decide to sneak into the Dollhouse by ducking behind cars in the parking garage. There has to be a better way in."

Angel shot him a look. "Can you think of a better way, Mister I miss breaking into buildings?"

"No."

Angel turned to Wesley. "You don't think there's a better way in, do you?"

"No. Quite frankly, I think this is the only plausible way in. If we stay here long enough, we're bound to see somebody come out of somewhere."

"Right. I mean I-"

"So what kind of engagement do we have today?" Angel peeked over the hood of the car they were crouching behind, watching as a man lead a very well dressed woman toward a nearby car. Another person opened the door of the car.

"Oh, just another family engagement. Thanksgiving in a few weeks. You know how it goes; a guy pressured to bring home a girlfriend so his mother isn't all over him."

The man holding the car door nodded "I hear that."

"Frankly, I don't see what all the fuss is about," the well dressed woman continued. "Jimmy is a lovely boyfriend and I would do anything to please his mother. I just love him so much."

The man standing next to the woman rolled his eyes, pointing to her. "See what I mean? Wired for it."

"Yep. Get in Miss..."

"O'Grady. Penelope O'Grady."

"Miss Grady. Steve here will take you to see the family. Have fun. And enjoy Jimmy."

"Oh I will. You know how much he loves to show me off."

"Yes. Now get inside please." He ushered the woman into the car, shutting the car door and making a gagging motion at Steve. He smirked. "Enjoy."

The other man mumbled something before climbing into the car and driving off.

Angel peeked around the front of the car, watching as another car pulled up, this time unloading a scantily clad woman dressed like a Go-Go dancer.

"Whoa Mama," breathed Gunn.

"Gunn, shh. We're undercover here," Angel hissed. He turned back, watching as the Go-Go dancer got into an elevator with another man.

"Really? You take me away from one of the most profitable nights I've ever had? I was making fifty bucks giving that guy a lap dance. This treatment better be quick; otherwise you're going to owe me fifty bucks."

The man in the elevator smirked before he hit the button. "I'm sure it won't be a problem. I doubt you'll be missed."

"Yeah..." Angel heard the woman scoff as the elevator doors started to close. "Nobody misses a stripper; they just go from one woman to another..."

The doors shut completely and after a few seconds, Angel peeked out from behind the car. "Okay, looks like the coast is clear. Sounds easy enough; just walk up and hit the elevator button. If it's underground, then the logical step would be to go down one floor."

"Precisely!" Wesley stated. "Then we should be on to their plan."

"I don't like it," said Gunn. "Sounds to easy. There has to be a catch. There always is with us."

"Gunn, you're being ridiculous. What could possibly hap-"

"You're coming with us."

Angel turned around, finding two very large security guards standing behind him. "Hey guys. What's up? Nice evening we're having."

"You have permission to be on the premises?" One of the guards snarled.

"Actually, it depends on your definition of permission," Angel stated calmly. "Do we have permission to be on the premises? No. Is it a free country where we are allowed to go as we please? Yes."

"Angel..."

"Not now Wes. I'm on a role here."

The security guard smirked. "Oh, you're on a role alright." He looked at the other security guard. "Bring him to DeWitt."

"Right." He made a grab for Angel, but at the last second, Angel jumped out of the way.

"Now come on guys. Two against three. Really, is that a fair fight?"

"Oh, I'll show you fair." The other security guard lunged at Angel, missing him by several inches. "Get down here! What are you?"

"Funny you should ask that." The security guards faces registered a look of shock as Angel's face developed wrinkles, dark bloodshot eyes and fangs. "Guys? Flank 'em on either side."

"Right."

"Oh man, I've been waiting for this." Gunn took out his crossbrow, taking careful aim at one of the security guard's heads. In one swift movement, one of them was on the ground writhing in pain.

"Nice shot Gunn."

"Thanks boss."

"Oh no you don't." Before Gunn realized what was happening, he was picked up and tossed outside the parking garage by a very tall security guard with big eyes, short black hair and an even stronger hand.

"Hey, that's no way to treat a former kid from the projects."

"Your loss buddy." The security guard walked over, quickly disarming Wesley, shoving the former Watcher out the door. He turned back to Angel.

"Oh, I get it," said Angel. "You throw my friends out, but you save the torture for me. Typical villain move."

"I've never seen it as torture. But you'd be surprised what I can turn a blind eye to." The security guard walked over to the second guard. He pointed at Angel. "What do you want me to do with him?"

"Take him to see DeWitt. She'll take it from there."

Gunn and Wesley watched helplessly as Angel was dragged away by the security guards. Wesley turned to Gunn, a worried look on his face. "Oh dear. What do we do now?"

"Man, I don't know. But we have to do something. Who knows what they're going to do to him."

"Right." Wesley sighed, turning back to the parking garage. "We just have to hope they don't torture him to badly in the meantime."