Chapter Six

"I know we have to get out of here Wes, but how exactly do you suggest we do that?" Angel replied, looking around his cell for a way out. He found none, except for the bars.

"I don't know; you've got vampire strength, just bust yourself out." Wesley shot back. Angel simply glared.

"I thought we were trying to prove to them that we weren't vampires." Angel sneered. "Superhuman strength would kind of give that away, don't you think?"

"Well if we can escape then they won't know, will they?"

While Wesley and Angel argued, Spike was busy looking around outside of his cell. Something caught his eye and made him stop to look twice.

"Hey, look over there." He caught Angel and Wesley's attention and pointed to three drawings hanging on the wall.

"Are they... what I think they are?" Wesley stammered.

"Wolf..." Angel recognised the first picture instantly.

"Ram..." Wesley continued with the second.

"And Hart..." Spike finished, scowling. "Should've known they would have had something to do with that damn silver ball thingy, even back in this time. Probably some evil monk created it for an evil purpose."

"Well what evil purpose might that be, Spike?" Angel asked.

"I don't know, I'm just running with this, all right? It could be for anything, but at least we know that Wolfram and Hart are somehow involved."

"Great. That's great news." Angel grimaced. "Can we just forget about the ball for the moment, and focus on breaking ou..." Angel was interrupted as Constable Brown came back through the front door again, with a young man in tow.

"Lucas, meet our three criminals."

"Now we're criminals?" Angel protested. "I thought you said we were witches."

"Well, we're not entirely sure of what you are at this moment lads, but tomorrow everythin' will be sorted out at yer' trial."

"Well if you don't know what we are, then all the more reason to let us go. You have no reason to keep us here." Wesley defended.

"Ah, it's all the more reason to keep you here lads. We don't truly know what yer' capable of yet."

"No, you don't." Angel threatened, a menacing look creeping into his eyes. Constable Brown raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me, Liam?" He said, almost shocked. "Was that a threat?"

"No sir." Angel answered almost too slowly, his glare slowly disappearing. Constable Brown paused before going on.

"All's well then. I'll leave you in the company of my young assistant Lucas and be headin' home." The Constable smiled. "I'll be seein' ya in the mornin', gentlemen." He nodded, backed away and bowed before turning; almost like a formal departure. He locked the door again as he left and there was nobody but Lucas and the three men left in the room.

"All right then," Lucas began. "I'll be on the other side of the room." He pointed to a desk across the room on the far wall. "I'll be keepin' watch on yer', so don't even think about doin' somethin' mischievous now, okay?"

"No, we wouldn't dream of it." Spike mocked. Lucas simply huffed and retreated to the desk, almost instantaneously beginning to scribble away at papers as he sat down.

"We can't sit here and do nothing." Wesley groaned. "We have to come up with a plan to get out of here."

"Spike and I could work to bend these bars; maybe we can get them free enough for us to escape just before Lucas notices we've done anything." Angel offered, emphasising the assistant's name in a taunting manner.

"Too risky Angel, he might hear you." Wesley replied.

"Well do you have any other ideas?"

"Well, we could..." Wesley began before stopped and answering himself. "No, that won't work." Angel rolled his eyes. "Maybe if we..." He paused again. "No, very bad idea..."

"I have an idea." Spike piped up.

"Do you think it will work?" Wesley inquired.

"Well, it's a pretty bad idea but we seem stuck on good ones right now so it's all we've got." Spike answered.

"Shoot." Angel jumped in, eager to find a way out.

"We wait until morning, when Lucas comes to let us out and your Constable friend comes to take us to trial." Wesley and Angel could already see this was going in a bad direction. "Then we start a fight with them; push 'em to the ground and run like the wind until we're out of town."

'You're right Spike; it is a pretty bad idea." Angel snapped. "It's also a pretty stupid idea." He paused. "Do you think it'll work?" He turned to Wesley.

"I hope it does, because at the moment it's all we've got." Wesley stated. "It sounds risky, but it's good enough. With your strength we'll be able to get free in seconds... just hope that the sun isn't out tomorrow."

"Yeah, that would ruin things." Spike pouted. "And I was itchin' for a good fight." Angel and Wesley stared at him, amazed that at this time fighting was all he could think about.

"Spike..." Angel began, not entirely knowing what to say. "Just... try and get some sleep, okay? Wes, you do the same. We can't be feeling tired tomorrow if we plan on getting away quickly."

"God, I just hope this works." Wesley sighed.

"God's not on our side, Wes." Spike said. "Nobody is."

Note: this chapter has been altered. Thanks MysticWolf1 for all your help.