Part 15
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXAMATLY 12 HOURS LEFT, 1:00PM)
Spike made it back to the house about a half hour after he called and had the phone number. "So you think this guy's gonna help us?" Buffy asked skeptically, arms crossed over her chest. Spike sighed, "I dunno, but he'd better." Angel nodded, "Are you going to call him, or should I?" Spike thought a moment, "I'll call, but you can be back-up in case he doesn't feel like talking."
Buffy had an idea, "Why don't we go talk to him face to face?" Spike shook his head, "He supposedly lives in Nome, Alaska." Buffy felt a little dumb, "Oh.." He continued, "Now whether we can believe that or not I don't know, but I guess we can find out."
Spike picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd been given. It rang a few times before an answering machine picked up, "Damn," he said. All it said was, "If you need to talk leave a message, I'll try and get back to you."
Spike growled into the phone, "Listen, I don't know who you are, or what you are, but this is Spike, and I heard you could help me with something, and I suggest that you do more than *try* to get back to me. The number's 1-661-562-7784. I need to talk to you *today*." He then promptly hung up the phone.
"Answering machine?" Buffy asked sadly. "Yeah, sorry, I hope I was convincing enough," he said falling down onto the couch. "You sounded mad, and that's always good in getting people to respond," Angel said sitting across from him and pulling Buffy onto his lap. "So we wait?" Buffy asked, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, but we should keep looking for other ways, in case he doesn't come through, since he might not," Spike reminded them. "Yeah, but we don't want to tie up the phone line... I guess I could go on-line, since that's not the number you gave him, but Angel couldn't really be on the phone," Buffy stated. Spike nodded, "Well, go do that then."
"Okay," she said starting to get up, but gave Angel a kiss first, then walked upstairs to the computer.
Once she was out of ear shot Angel asked, "Do you think he'll call back?" Spike looked down, then ran a hand through his hair, "I dunno, but he didn't sound like the friendly type."
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXAMATLY 12 HOURS LEFT, 1:00PM)
Spike made it back to the house about a half hour after he called and had the phone number. "So you think this guy's gonna help us?" Buffy asked skeptically, arms crossed over her chest. Spike sighed, "I dunno, but he'd better." Angel nodded, "Are you going to call him, or should I?" Spike thought a moment, "I'll call, but you can be back-up in case he doesn't feel like talking."
Buffy had an idea, "Why don't we go talk to him face to face?" Spike shook his head, "He supposedly lives in Nome, Alaska." Buffy felt a little dumb, "Oh.." He continued, "Now whether we can believe that or not I don't know, but I guess we can find out."
Spike picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd been given. It rang a few times before an answering machine picked up, "Damn," he said. All it said was, "If you need to talk leave a message, I'll try and get back to you."
Spike growled into the phone, "Listen, I don't know who you are, or what you are, but this is Spike, and I heard you could help me with something, and I suggest that you do more than *try* to get back to me. The number's 1-661-562-7784. I need to talk to you *today*." He then promptly hung up the phone.
"Answering machine?" Buffy asked sadly. "Yeah, sorry, I hope I was convincing enough," he said falling down onto the couch. "You sounded mad, and that's always good in getting people to respond," Angel said sitting across from him and pulling Buffy onto his lap. "So we wait?" Buffy asked, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, but we should keep looking for other ways, in case he doesn't come through, since he might not," Spike reminded them. "Yeah, but we don't want to tie up the phone line... I guess I could go on-line, since that's not the number you gave him, but Angel couldn't really be on the phone," Buffy stated. Spike nodded, "Well, go do that then."
"Okay," she said starting to get up, but gave Angel a kiss first, then walked upstairs to the computer.
Once she was out of ear shot Angel asked, "Do you think he'll call back?" Spike looked down, then ran a hand through his hair, "I dunno, but he didn't sound like the friendly type."