Part 17
(TIME UPDATE: APROXAMETLY 6 HOURS LEFT, 7:00PM)
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then he responded, "Yeah, it looks familiar." Spike was speechless, but he found his voice and spoke, "Yeah? Really?" The guy mocked him slightly, "Yeah, *really*. You give me my money, and I'll tell you what it says."
Spike ignored his comment, "Where do you want to meet?"
"Give me the address of where you are."
"I don't think that'll work, why don't we come to you?"
"Nope, why don't we meet down by those old warehouses by the dock?"
"Yeah, whatever. When?"
"I'm busy until 9:00, how's 9:30?"
"How 'bout sooner?"
"I told you I'm busy."
"Get--" he started then, Buffy put her hand on his shoulder, "Hold on. What Slayer?" "What time does he want to meet?" she asked.
"9:30."
"That's in two and a half hours..." she thought for a second, "Giving us four hours to do everything... Let me have the phone." Spike willingly handed it to her.
"What are you doing that's so important?" she asked.
"Who's this?"
"We're on a need to know basis, and that's something you don't need to know. Now what I *need* to know is what you're doing when you should be helping us out." "None of your business lady."
"It's *very* much my business, *sir*, so if you wouldn't *mind* I'm really interested to find out."
"A friend's coming over and I have to help *him* first."
"Well, let's put things into perspective, you're friend most likely won't die in 6 hours if you don't help him, unlike my friend who will. So why don't you do yourself a favor and move that time up to... in oh say 20 minutes."
"Oh yeah, what are you gonna do if I decide not to?"
"I'll come over there and begin an agonizing task, for you that is, of slamming your head into a wall until you get some sense knocked into you."
The man laughed, but then quickly stopped, "There's nothing you can do if I don't. I'll see you down by the dock at 9." Then he hung up. Buffy sighed heavily, placing the phone in it's cradle, "I guess I wasn't angry enough, 'cause he didn't change anything. I'm *so* gonna kill him if he's not human."
"I'm with you on that one... Alright, so we've got two hours to burn, what do we do?" Spike asked, sitting down on the couch. "I don't have a clue... this SUCKS! Ooooo I wish I knew where he was, I'd go and-and I'd rip his throat out," she said a menacing look in her eyes, fists clenched at her sides. Spike stood and went to her with raised eyebrows, putting a hand on each shoulder, "Calm down. We'll still have 4 hours after we get it, that should be plenty of time."
Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "But I don't want *plenty* of time, I want *too much* time." He sighed squeezing lightly on her shoulders, "I know, but there's not much we can do about that... and we'll never have too much time. We'll get this done, I promise you." Buffy nodded before unclenching her fists and bringing them to her temples and rubbing, "Yeah, you're right." Spike put on his famous cocky grin, "Of course I am, pet." She just rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips defying it.
He then led her to the couch and settled them in for a long wait. They finished watching Dawson's and then made it through Felicity before deciding to leave.
"Time to go, we'd best start getting prepared," she said turning and going upstairs. She came back down with an assortment of weapons for them.
"Umm.. Slayer I won't be able to use any of those if they're human." Buffy handed him a knife anyway, "I'm betting that if he plans on causing trouble he's not going to bring humans, this is Sunnydale we're living in." He looked down at the knife, and the stake she then put in his hand, "Good point, no pun intended."
She just shook her head and looked at Angel who'd been completely quiet for a while, she sat next to him, as Spike went into the kitchen. She put her hand under his chin and looked him in the eye, seeing sadness, she pleaded with him, "Angel, don't do this now, please. We've just found what we've been looking for."
Angel sighed, "We don't know that. I don't want you to get your hopes up." She closed her eyes, "But this is the time where we get our hopes up, because we're going to do this and you're going to be fine." He decided not to argue with her this time, and nodded smiling, "Yeah." Buffy smiled back, and handed him a stake, then stood up and went to the kitchen to check on Spike.
"What are you doing?" she asked, seeing him leaned up against the kitchen counter with his back facing her. He turned, "Just sharpening this a bit," he held his knife and stake up a little.
"Oh, you ready to go?" she asked putting one stake up her jacket sleeve, and stuck the other in the back of her leather pants enough that it would stay, then covered it with her shirt and jacket. Angel walked in the room, slipping his jacket on as Spike responded, "Yeah. You?" "Yup, Angel?" she asked. "Let's go."
(TIME UPDATE: APROXAMETLY 6 HOURS LEFT, 7:00PM)
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then he responded, "Yeah, it looks familiar." Spike was speechless, but he found his voice and spoke, "Yeah? Really?" The guy mocked him slightly, "Yeah, *really*. You give me my money, and I'll tell you what it says."
Spike ignored his comment, "Where do you want to meet?"
"Give me the address of where you are."
"I don't think that'll work, why don't we come to you?"
"Nope, why don't we meet down by those old warehouses by the dock?"
"Yeah, whatever. When?"
"I'm busy until 9:00, how's 9:30?"
"How 'bout sooner?"
"I told you I'm busy."
"Get--" he started then, Buffy put her hand on his shoulder, "Hold on. What Slayer?" "What time does he want to meet?" she asked.
"9:30."
"That's in two and a half hours..." she thought for a second, "Giving us four hours to do everything... Let me have the phone." Spike willingly handed it to her.
"What are you doing that's so important?" she asked.
"Who's this?"
"We're on a need to know basis, and that's something you don't need to know. Now what I *need* to know is what you're doing when you should be helping us out." "None of your business lady."
"It's *very* much my business, *sir*, so if you wouldn't *mind* I'm really interested to find out."
"A friend's coming over and I have to help *him* first."
"Well, let's put things into perspective, you're friend most likely won't die in 6 hours if you don't help him, unlike my friend who will. So why don't you do yourself a favor and move that time up to... in oh say 20 minutes."
"Oh yeah, what are you gonna do if I decide not to?"
"I'll come over there and begin an agonizing task, for you that is, of slamming your head into a wall until you get some sense knocked into you."
The man laughed, but then quickly stopped, "There's nothing you can do if I don't. I'll see you down by the dock at 9." Then he hung up. Buffy sighed heavily, placing the phone in it's cradle, "I guess I wasn't angry enough, 'cause he didn't change anything. I'm *so* gonna kill him if he's not human."
"I'm with you on that one... Alright, so we've got two hours to burn, what do we do?" Spike asked, sitting down on the couch. "I don't have a clue... this SUCKS! Ooooo I wish I knew where he was, I'd go and-and I'd rip his throat out," she said a menacing look in her eyes, fists clenched at her sides. Spike stood and went to her with raised eyebrows, putting a hand on each shoulder, "Calm down. We'll still have 4 hours after we get it, that should be plenty of time."
Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "But I don't want *plenty* of time, I want *too much* time." He sighed squeezing lightly on her shoulders, "I know, but there's not much we can do about that... and we'll never have too much time. We'll get this done, I promise you." Buffy nodded before unclenching her fists and bringing them to her temples and rubbing, "Yeah, you're right." Spike put on his famous cocky grin, "Of course I am, pet." She just rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips defying it.
He then led her to the couch and settled them in for a long wait. They finished watching Dawson's and then made it through Felicity before deciding to leave.
"Time to go, we'd best start getting prepared," she said turning and going upstairs. She came back down with an assortment of weapons for them.
"Umm.. Slayer I won't be able to use any of those if they're human." Buffy handed him a knife anyway, "I'm betting that if he plans on causing trouble he's not going to bring humans, this is Sunnydale we're living in." He looked down at the knife, and the stake she then put in his hand, "Good point, no pun intended."
She just shook her head and looked at Angel who'd been completely quiet for a while, she sat next to him, as Spike went into the kitchen. She put her hand under his chin and looked him in the eye, seeing sadness, she pleaded with him, "Angel, don't do this now, please. We've just found what we've been looking for."
Angel sighed, "We don't know that. I don't want you to get your hopes up." She closed her eyes, "But this is the time where we get our hopes up, because we're going to do this and you're going to be fine." He decided not to argue with her this time, and nodded smiling, "Yeah." Buffy smiled back, and handed him a stake, then stood up and went to the kitchen to check on Spike.
"What are you doing?" she asked, seeing him leaned up against the kitchen counter with his back facing her. He turned, "Just sharpening this a bit," he held his knife and stake up a little.
"Oh, you ready to go?" she asked putting one stake up her jacket sleeve, and stuck the other in the back of her leather pants enough that it would stay, then covered it with her shirt and jacket. Angel walked in the room, slipping his jacket on as Spike responded, "Yeah. You?" "Yup, Angel?" she asked. "Let's go."