The walls of the cave practically vibrated with Kate Lockley's annoyance. She regarded Travers with an expression of disbelief.
"So let me get this straight. The Master has gone underground- whereabouts unknown. You want us to somehow capture this 'puppy' and bring him in? You really think he'll help us?" Kate asked derisively.
Travers haughtily ignored her tone. "Kate, he's been tortured and brutalized. Surely he'll recognize a golden opportunity to get back at his…oppressors," he said.
Kate snorted. "So we're just supposed to trust that a vampire is going to go against the others, and lead us to where the Master is," she asked.
Travers nodded. "What else would you suggest?" he asked snidely, noticing her smirk.
Kate shrugged. "Don't any of your contacts know where he could be?" she asked, and Travers sighed.
"All the contacts are recently…deceased," he said, and Kate shook her head.
"Not very good contacts," she muttered.
Travers hissed in an annoyed breath. "Kate, need I remind you of your position in this group? You may be a Watcher, but as of yet you have not been given a Slayer. If you continue to be headstrong and reticent, you may never fully realize your potential in this organization," Travers hissed, and Kate nodded- a more bit subdued.
She sighed. "So then what?" she asked, and Travers shrugged.
"We call in the Slayer to defeat the Master. We can finally get out of hiding," he said, motioning with disgust to the walls of the cave where the Watcher's Council had been forced to escape to. "And we start reclaiming this world," he finished.
Kate looked at him evenly. "And you really think this will work?" she asked dubiously.
"It's all we can do," he answered quietly.
Grabbing her stakes and cross, Kate nodded. "I'll get to the location of the old hangout in about twenty minutes," she said, turning to go.
"Kate," Quentin said, and she turned to face him. "Be careful," he cautioned.
She simply walked away.