TITLE: Darkest Before Dawn
#37 "Prophecy"
AUTHOR: Nmissi
PART: 37/?
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SUMMARY: The way the world
would work if I wrote the Buffyverse.
"They keep referencing something called the
millennium prophecy. I've never heard of it before, but it's on countless
documents and filenames. It encompasses everything from ten shipments of
sacrificial goats, to the expense account for Harmony's stay at the Radisson. I
keep running into it all over the records, the paper trail is huge. But, as
I've said- I've no idea what it refers to."
She looked over at the scholar.
"Wesley, what do you think? Does this ring any bells for
you?"
He shook his head disappointedly.
"Sadly, no. I've never encountered anything by that title
in my research. It could be something I've never seen- Or it could be another
name for any number of prophecies."
Cordy cut in.
"Don't
you guys think it's a little bit weird? I mean, shouldn't a 'Millenium
Prophecy' be, I don't know- About the new millennium? And aren't they like a
year and a half late now?"
Wesley
interrupted.
"Actually,
Cordelia, the new millennium began January the first, of THIS year. And a
'millenium' prophecy might pertain to any number of things. It need not even be
this particular millennium, truthfully."
Cordy's
shoulders slumped.
"It's
okay, C. We'll figure it out." Said Gunn, patting her shoulder.
Angel
had been sitting silently throughout the meeting, looking out the window at
nothing.Now he raised his head.
"There's
nothing else to be done."
His
voice was firm. Lindsay sighed in response, and wearily got to his feet.
"I'll
do it."
"What?
What are you proposing?" asked Lilah.
Lindsay
answered her.
"Someone's
going to have to get inside the building, physically, and get into the library
archives. Whatever that prophecy is, it's probably in a book or a scroll or
something, in the archives. We need access to it, and that means one of us has
to go in there and somehow smuggle the information back out."
Lilah
was suddenly upon him, her arms out.
"Lindsay,
the minute you set foot in there, the vamp detectors will go off. They'll have
staked guards on you in minutes. The very least you can expect is capture."
She
didn't mention the unspoken truth of the matter, that anyone they sent in might
likely not come back out alive. If Lindsay got the information, he'd have to
send it out to them, via fax, phone, or email. There was no way he'd be coming
back out undusted.
Lindsay
nodded, excitement creeping into his face.
"I
don't know, Lilah. I've been wanting to test my new limits. I'd sorta welcome
the chance to go one on one with some of the staff."
"Why
not one of us? We won't set off the detectors, at least," commented Gunn.
Angel
shook his head
"They've
got all of you on videotape, now. The guards all know your faces, you'd never
even get inside. It will have to be someone with security clearance. Lilah
still has that, for now, and Lindsay might can still get inside the building,
at least, on his familiarity with their system. You guys would be toast."
Then
he brightened, slightly.
"But
I might know someone they've never seen, who might can get in."
"Who?"
asked Cordy.
"Yes,
Angel. Who do you have in mind?" said Wesley.
Angel
smiled softly.
"I've
got to call and ask him, first."