Wesley and Fred watched Angel's reaction. Almost in fear of her lashing out, or ordering, about. There was nothing.
"Angel?" Wesley asked, looking at Angel waiting as she just sat there. As if in stunned silence, this girl who was once a heroic masculine, vampire with a soul, just sat. She didn't talk. Didn't even blink. Well as far as they could tell.
"Fred," Wesley softly said, "why don't you head back to the lab and find out what you can on this."
Fred nodded and left despite not having anything she needed to run an accurate test, but with the way Angel's mood turned leaving was probably a good idea.
"Angel," Wesley spoke calmly and smoothly, like how one would approach a wild, wounded animal, "I believe that since this is a larger prolonged situation, that it's time that we talk about protection."
Wesley calmly and slowly opened a drawer of his desk, reached in, and pulled out a taser and set it on his desk and sides it towards Angel.
"This isn't an insult." Wesley began, "But with new developments, we have to believe you are in danger, and while I believe you still possess the skills and knowledge to fight. Your typical strategy of brute strength may not be at its most effective, at this moment."
Angel stayed still. Wesley wasn't sure he was reaching her.
"Good News Wes!" Gunn entered the room, creating a much needed break in the silence. He looked over at the girl on the couch and smiled as he entered. She did not look happy. Gunn opened up a folder he had carried in with him. "I went through the employee records looking for someone that matched Spike and Faith's description. Leaves us with Martin Breecher."
Angel stood up once hearing the name, grabbed the taser off the desk and left, brushing past Gunn. Gunn couldn't help but watch her leave, and quickened his talking pace.
"Breecher was an employee here for 10 years, until he was fired…and set on fire to make room for new management." Gunn finished with a pleased look, setting a photo and file on Wesley's desk.
Wesley took the photo and examined it, "What was his job here?"
"He had your job, Wes," Gunn continued more soberly, "Him and about 4 other people were fired, in too nice a way to make room for us to come in and take charge. While we haven't heard a peep from the others, this guy apparently isn't just going to move on and find a new job. He wants Angel out, so that way we are out and he can come back to work."
"Spike said he was working for someone," Wesley questioned.
"I looked into that too," Gunn said producing an other folder he prepared in anticipation of the question, "I checked any supernatural, or legal deals or partnerships Breecher may have made or had in the last few months since we took over. Nothing. Only thing is a DUI arrest last month. He paid bail, or make some kind of deal to get off on probation. I don't have any details on it"
"So he could be lying about working for someone just to throw Spike off?" Wesley added.
"With this guy, honesty isn't exactly an enduring quality of his." Gunn continued "And he's fairly accomplished in the magic field. Partly due to a photographic memory. Guy could flip through a spell book and memorize it in a moment."
"We should contact Spike and Faith and warn them immediately." Wesley said reaching for the phone.
Gunn leaned in closer to Wesley, "So that's you're new intern, Mandy? Nice."
"Well actually-" Wesley began to explain to Gunn that she was Angel. Until Gunn cut him off.
"Hold that thought" Gunn left the office in an attempt to catch up to her. Wesley panicked and got up to chase after a couple steps behind Gunn.
"Hey Mandy." Gunn yelled down the hall, "Mandy!"
Angel heard someone call for Mandy a couple times before she remembered it was the name she labeled herself with. Angel turned around to Gunn standing there smiling smoothly. Wesley was still heading down the hall.
"Hey, Mandy, right? I'm Gunn, I figured since you were new, that I could show you around, the office, the city. Maybe some coffee, dinner?" Gunn made his date pitch.
Angel took a disgusted breath, switched on the taser in her hand and shoved it against Gunn's chest. Gunn fell forward, temporarily stunned from the shoulders down. Angel stormed off, heading for her pent house.
Wesley caught up with Gunn a couple seconds later.
"I was trying to inform you, that was Angel." Wesley looked down at Gunn, "And I'm fairly certain shed zap you again if she caught you watching her ass walk away like that."