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Part Five
Monday 10 am
Watchers Council Headquarters
Wesley was talking to the last remaining Watcher, who had survived
the attack by Spike by running into the nearby woods and hiding.
Well, talking wouldn't be the right word for it. "IF YOU DON'T TELL
ME WHAT HE CAME HERE AFTER, THE BLOOD OF MY FRIENDS IN SUNNYDALE WILL
BE ON YOUR HANDS!"
The Watcher, whose name was Michael, flinched. "I took an oath of
secrecy," he replied stubbornly.
"YOU CAN STICK THAT OATH UP--"
"Down, Wes," Charlotte said as she entered the meeting room.
Wesley turned to see her and Doyle, and dropped into a chair
wearily. "I'm not getting anywhere. He refuses to tell me."
"Look," Doyle said, approaching Michael. "You've got to tell us, Man.
William the Bloody has a history with Sunnydale, and it's not good.
Some of my, Cordelia's, and Wesley's closest friends are in that
town. If you have an ounce of decency in you, you'll tell us what it
is that vampire and his friends came here for. I'm begging you.
Charlie - Charlotte, and I came here at your request didn't we?"
Michael nodded.
"And Charlotte has been protecting you, yeah?" Doyle continued.
Michael nodded again.
"Well then help us out," Doyle cajoled.
Michael sighed, and said, "This has to stay as quiet as possible," he
insisted.
"Only the minimum necessary will know," Wesley piped up. "Please tell
us, you may save lives by doing so."
"He came here looking for the ... Gem of Kieran," Michael replied.
"Holy shit," Doyle said, his mouth dropped open in shock.
"What's the Gem of Kieran?" Charlotte asked.
"Oh dear," Wesley said, and put his head in his hands.
"WHAT'S THE GEM OF KIERAN?!" she resorted to yelling.
"It's a very bad thing for everyone in Sunnydale if Spike has it,"
Doyle answered, still looking at Michael. "He didn't find it though,
it's a myth. Like the ...." he trailed off as the realization hit
him.
Wesley finished the sentence for him. "Like the Gem of Amarra."
"Holy shit," Doyle repeated again.
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End of Five
Part Five
Monday 10 am
Watchers Council Headquarters
Wesley was talking to the last remaining Watcher, who had survived
the attack by Spike by running into the nearby woods and hiding.
Well, talking wouldn't be the right word for it. "IF YOU DON'T TELL
ME WHAT HE CAME HERE AFTER, THE BLOOD OF MY FRIENDS IN SUNNYDALE WILL
BE ON YOUR HANDS!"
The Watcher, whose name was Michael, flinched. "I took an oath of
secrecy," he replied stubbornly.
"YOU CAN STICK THAT OATH UP--"
"Down, Wes," Charlotte said as she entered the meeting room.
Wesley turned to see her and Doyle, and dropped into a chair
wearily. "I'm not getting anywhere. He refuses to tell me."
"Look," Doyle said, approaching Michael. "You've got to tell us, Man.
William the Bloody has a history with Sunnydale, and it's not good.
Some of my, Cordelia's, and Wesley's closest friends are in that
town. If you have an ounce of decency in you, you'll tell us what it
is that vampire and his friends came here for. I'm begging you.
Charlie - Charlotte, and I came here at your request didn't we?"
Michael nodded.
"And Charlotte has been protecting you, yeah?" Doyle continued.
Michael nodded again.
"Well then help us out," Doyle cajoled.
Michael sighed, and said, "This has to stay as quiet as possible," he
insisted.
"Only the minimum necessary will know," Wesley piped up. "Please tell
us, you may save lives by doing so."
"He came here looking for the ... Gem of Kieran," Michael replied.
"Holy shit," Doyle said, his mouth dropped open in shock.
"What's the Gem of Kieran?" Charlotte asked.
"Oh dear," Wesley said, and put his head in his hands.
"WHAT'S THE GEM OF KIERAN?!" she resorted to yelling.
"It's a very bad thing for everyone in Sunnydale if Spike has it,"
Doyle answered, still looking at Michael. "He didn't find it though,
it's a myth. Like the ...." he trailed off as the realization hit
him.
Wesley finished the sentence for him. "Like the Gem of Amarra."
"Holy shit," Doyle repeated again.
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End of Five