Boyd sat at his desk in the security office, sleepily scanning the security monitors every few seconds. Luckily, Topher was trying to help him stay awake.
"So DeWitt told you to beef up security and this is all we have?" Topher walked around the office, looking out the window at the peaceful Dollhouse. "We have two more guards at all the entrances and you taking 'round the clock guard duty?"
"That seems to be the size of it, yes."
"Wow man friend. You are a fortress. I would be dead tired right about now."
Boyd shot him an unamused look. "And you think I'm not dead tired?"
"I'm just sayin. Better you than me, man friend." He turned away from the window, walking over to the desk and casually looking over Boyd's shoulder. "Nothing to worry about tonight Boyd; the dolls are asleep, all nice and cozy in their pods, with the chemicals pumping through. No actives on duty...it's a quiet night."
"That's what I'm afraid of. Something doesn't feel right."
"You are way to tense." Topher walked around behind him, placing his hands gently on Boyd's shoulders. "How about a massage?"
Boyd jerked, slapping Topher's hands away. "That's a bit more physical contact than I'm comfortable with Topher." He smiled wryly. "Besides, it would only put me to sleep; I'm having a hard enough time staying awake as it is." He yawned, scanning the security cameras again. His eyes widened. "Uh Topher, what's that?"
"What's what?"
"There. On the roof. Based on our recent visitors, I would say it's the same five people from the other night. Except now they have back up." He squinted, blearily staring at the cameras. "It looks like they're trying to break in."
"Nah." Topher leaned in, scanning the monitors, having no clue what he was supposed to be looking at. "It's probably just raccoonns or something. You know how they have a way of coming out at night. Cute little things really."
"Cute?"
"Have you ever seen a raccoon Boyd? They're pretty cute."
"Still, it seems like-" He was cut off by the sound of the security system alarm. He jumped out of his seat, grabbing his walkie talking and speaking into it. "All security units, we have a breach on the roof. All security personnel report to the main floor at once for a debriefing. These intruders could be dangerous."
"What happened?" DeWitt walked into the security office, looking between Boyd and Topher. "Why is the security alarm going off?" She glared at Boyd. "It's the middle of the night Mister Langton. Were you not keeping your post?"
"I was keeping my post Miss DeWitt. Someone is in the Dollhouse. Topher and I thought we saw some activity on the roof. I was going to notify you, but the security alarm went off before I could. We know someone or something is in this building; they just havent emerged yet."
DeWitt looked between the two of them. "I trust whomever just broke in here will be dispatched quickly Mister Langton."
"Yes Ma'm."
"Good. Keep me posted. I will be in my office."
"Yes Ma'm."
Topher stayed quiet until DeWitt was out of the room and out of earshot. "Did she seem a little flushed and dishelved to you? Almost like she was..."
"Hot and bothered?"
"Yeah. How did you-"
"Don't ask."
Topher blinked at him a moment, deciding to ignore the statement. "Now what do we do man friend?"
"We wait for whomever it is to emerge."
"Do we know where they will emerge from?"
"We don't. But we should know soon."
Wesley's eyes widened in horror. "Faith! You just set off the entire security system in this building! How are we going to sneak past them now?! You've alerted them to our presence!"
Faith smirked. "Oh come on Wes; like I ever follow rules." She swept the broken glass away with a boot clad foot, peering down the hatch. "It's just a maze of pipes." She jumped in, the others looking helplessly amongst themselves. "Scoobies! Angel Investigations! Let's move!"
"Well, this should be interesting," stated Angel, hauling himself into the hatch behind Faith.
"Yeah, if you call walking into certain death interesting," Xander quipped, reluctantly following Wesley down the hatch. "Seriously, is this really necessary?" He landed next to Angel, who shrugged.
"I don't know. But whatever it is, we're in it for the long haul. Now get everybody in here and let's go. I think I saw Faith take off in that direction."
"What direction? The only direction is that way!"
"Precisely." He walked off without another word, followed by Wesley.
"Great, just great. They walk off and leave me standing here. I'd say we're jailbait, but..." he paused. "Actually, I take that back. We are jailbait." He looked through the hatch. "Guys! Down here! Wesley, Faith and Angel are already headed toward...wherever it is we're supposed to be going!" He muttered under his breath. 'Not that I know where we're going, but-"
"Hey Xan." Willow appeared next to him, followed by Tara, Anya, Giles and Cordelia. "So, uh, they went that way?" She pointed down the corridor.
"Yeah Will, they went that way."
"Oh. Um, okay. Well, let's follow them then."
"Yes. Nothing will get resolved by just standing around here," Giles piped up and without another word, followed Willow down the corridor, the others in step behind him.
Xander fell in step behind Anya. "Why do I get the feeling we're walking into a trap?"
"It's probably not a trap," mused Anya. "Or, it is, and we're all just blissfully unaware of it." She turned to Xander. "We'll probably all die."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence An."
