Author: Karen
Rating: Erm. . . not sure of the net version but definitely at least a
twelve/fifteen in the cinema.
Feedback: God yes! A little help here people.
Disclaimer: Not mine and sadly never will be.
Synopsis: Lindsey's actually starting to feel sorry for Angel, Cordelia's
showing just what skills you absorb after eighteen years on a hellmouth and
Wes and Gunn are losing the plot. All in all another fun night in the city
of Angel.
Dedication: Jen, the hardest working and most detailed beta in the world
ever! (and yes I know the grammars not right!) Ina, Mel and Angel S. for
the feedback.
Lockdown Part 6.
Wesley and Gunn sat side-by-side in Gunn's truck and stared up at the offices of Wolfram and Hart. Wesley frowned and reached behind the seats and pulled out a large black carryall.
"As we don't know what's in there, I think we should just take the most versatile and transportable weaponry. Stakes, a short handled axe or sword each and some holy water."
He paused for a moment and then pulled out two short black objects
"What are these?"
Gunn glanced down
"Tazers. Flick the switch and jab 'em in anywhere and you get a serious advantage over the guy twitching on the floor."
Wesley raised his eyebrows and cautiously handed one over to his friend
"Good lord. Are they legal?"
Gunn gave a mirthless grin
"Are the swords?"
The Englishman cleared his throat and hoped it was dark enough to hide his blush
"Fair point. Do you have your crucifix?"
Gunn touched his chest under his vest
"Never leave home without it." "Then we're ready. We have about three and a half hours until the sun rises and the everyday world awakens."
Gunn flicked an amused look over his shoulder as he jumped down from the van
"Got it, Shakespeare. Any thoughts on getting in there?"
Wesley joined his friend at the front of the truck and rested his axe on his shoulder as he contemplated the glass tower before him
"Actually I do."
Cordelia swiped her hand across her face and grimaced at the blood and general ick that came away. She raised her head from Lindsey's shoulder and took a deep shuddering breath
"Sorry."
Lindsey braced her as she climbed shakily to her feet and then followed her up, watching her carefully
"It's ok."
Cordelia spared one last glance at the man on the floor and then looked around for her weapons bag. She spotted it over by the wall and retrieved it slinging it over her torso. When she finally met Lindsey's eyes, he was amazed to see her chocolate ones were awash with embarrassment and shame
"Lindsey when this is over and we get out of here could we do each other a favour and never mention this night again? And I mean ever."
The lawyer nodded in heartfelt agreement
"Really not an issue, believe me. The sooner I get out of here and forget this nightmare ever happened the better."
Cordelia gave a wan smile and gestured to the tunnel the werewolf had run from
"Well, we'd better get moving."
She lifted the bottom of her t-shirt and took a sniff, wincing as the smells of various body fluids mugged her nasal senses
"We also need to find someway of cleaning up and toning the smell of blood and carnage down or when we do get out of here and into the offices we may as well just hand ourselves over to the nearest bad guy."
Lindsey glanced down at his three hundred dollar shirt and nine hundred dollar pants and winced at the brown crust that was forming over them from the werewolf's blood.
"Good point."
He crossed the floor carefully and followed Cordelia from the room. As he stepped into the tunnel he glanced back one more time. He shuddered briefly and then making sure Cordelia wasn't either watching him or was near enough to hear him, performed an action that he had stopped at the age of thirteen. He touched his forehead, sternum, and both sides of his chest in a lightening fast genuflection and whispered
"Rest in Peace."
Gunn shook his head and ducked under the swing of the vampire before him and, with a casual jab, staked the snarling demon and strode without pausing through the subsequent explosion of ash. When Wesley said he had a plan he had expected.well, an actual plan for a kick off. Instead he had watched in astonishment as the Englishman had strode up to the side access door to the building and proceeded to smash the glass from it and then climb through the jagged hole. He had followed, aware his jaw was flapping in the breeze and making him look like a slightly hipper version of Forrest Gump, and then had groaned as Wesley stood in the middle of the lobby and yelled at the top of his voice
"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" "Wes! What the hell are you doing?"
Wesley waved a hand impatiently behind him for silence and then shouted again
"Hello? Anyone?"
He beamed as two scowling Latino vampires emerged from behind the security desk apparently still dressed in the gang colours they had died in
"Ah good. Hello, I wonder if you could help me? I'm looking for a girl about so high and with hair down to here."
He gave a small good-natured chuckle
"Although it has been some hours since I last saw her and she has been changing it rather a lot of late so it could be somewhat shorter now."
The two vampires exchanged confused looks and then turned back to the Englishman with identical snarls. Wesley remained unperturbed and raised an eyebrow
"Gentlemen I assure you that you do not want to tangle with us. We've come for the girl and once we have her we'll leave you in peace. Now where is she?"
His voice hardened perceptively at the end of the short speech and he glared at the two before him in impatience. The vampires' eyes slipped from Wesley to the still shocked Gunn behind him and then obviously reached the conclusion simultaneously that the two humans posed a negligible threat against the prospect of an easy kill and a quick snack and struck. Gunn heard Wesley give an impatient huff of breath before he moved to one side and slammed his stake home through one of the demons back. Gunn himself leaned back from the creature leaping for his throat and side stepped to turn and face his opponent as the demon spun round and shot out a fist. The young man ducked and pivoted again and then when the vamp threw another punch, slipped his stake up and punctured the creature's heart. Ash swirled around him as he marched towards Wesley with a murderous look in his eyes
"Have you lost your mind? What the hell are you doin'?"
Wesley brushed some stray remains of vampire from the rather nice shirt Vanessa had bought him and answered calmly "Getting us closer to Cordelia." "By announcing to every demon here that we've arrived to get her? And I thought walking real quick was a bad plan. Jesus, Wesley!"
Wesley shrugged and glanced around the spacious and expensively furnished lobby
"We got in, did we not? Now all we have to do is find her."
Gunn eyed his friend with amazement and not a little trepidation
"And how are you plannin' on doin' that, exactly? Yelling very loudly on every floor until she answers?"
Wesley grinned and headed for the stairs
"Something like that, yes."
Cordelia stamped along the dark tunnel and tried very hard not to think about what she was treading in as she went. She was still squirming with shame inside about falling apart so comprehensively on Lindsey and cursing all the gods she knew of, and some she had met, for the absolutely unforgivable faux pas in allowing her come to Wolfram and Hart that night.
I mean, what did I think I was gonna do? Find some kind of lucky charm to erase all memories of Darla from Angst Boy's head? Please. The one night I pick to go all Batgirl and the legions of hell have a one night only Jones for McDonald's ass. What are the odds?
She scowled deeper and stamped down particularly hard with her next step, only to curse when she felt something cold and wet splash up her already ruined pants leg. She was so gonna kick someone's ass for this.
Lindsey followed her silently wrapped in his own thoughts. When he had joined Wolfram and Hart he knew he would be dealing with things slightly out of the ordinary but never in his wildest nightmares did he think five years down the line he would be running around his own offices in the dead of night with one of his worst enemies dodging demon death squads. He shuddered as he remembered the people back in that chamber and the horror on their faces.
How could he not know that was happening right under his nose? He thought of the ideals he had started out with and the choices he had made along the way that had slowly corrupted them and tried to see where he had turned into a person that let terrible things happen to innocent people in the name of power. His eyes rested on Cordelia's back for a moment and he remembered her anguish as she had slaughtered the werewolf and before he realised what he was doing it he spoke in a low voice
"How do you do this?"
Cordelia glanced back over her shoulder and grimaced as she felt her boot fill up with something cold and slimy when she placed her foot without watching the floor
"What?"
Lindsey squirmed at the revolted look she gave him
"How do you do this night after night without going mad?"
Cordelia stopped walking and turned and faced him in the dim light squinting to see his face clearly and said simply
"Who else is going to?"
Lindsey frowned and gestured vaguely
"You could have anything. You're young, beautiful and talented, you could have what ever you wanted and you've chosen to run around with a vampire and kill things that most people don't even believe really exist. Why?"
Cordelia shrugged
"It's a job. It's got good hours and I'm pretty much my own boss."
Lindsey slammed his hand into the wall in frustration and yelled
"Don't blow this off like it's nothing! You could die at any time and you just killed someone who had been slaughtering people for God knows how long and you did it with tears in your eyes and your heart breaking. Don't make this ordinary."
Cordelia opened her mouth to reply and then shut it at the confusion and anger on his face. She thought for a few moments and then said slowly
"It is ordinary, for me at least. I've grown up doing this and this is all I really know."
She looked away and then met his eyes again
"That's a lie. This is all I've ever done that mattered a damn. All through school I was Cordelia Chase, Queen Bitch. I got all the guys and I had all the money and power and then someone came along and changed that."
Lindsey stayed silent as she smiled and said quietly
"I met a girl out to save the world and that was prepared to die doing it. She had nothing in her sad little life but a mission and a good line in comebacks and then she hooked up with the biggest losers in the high school and they suddenly had a thing, a purpose. They went out night after night and fought evil and kept our town, and the world, that much safer. I got dragged into their little fight once or twice and before I knew it I was there along with them, bitching all the way of course, but I was there. I got to be me for the first time. You have no idea how scary it is to look inside yourself and know there's so much more than what anyone will let themselves see."
She laughed lightly
"I stayed when the world was going to end and I stayed when we were a Slayer down and fighting the big bads ourselves. I even stayed when the boy I used as my excuse for helping humiliated me in front of the whole town, because I had a mission. No one ever really saw what we did and what we sacrificed, but I knew."
Lindsey stared at her as her shoulders went stiff with pride
"You left. You could have gotten out and stayed away and had a normal life."
Cordelia shrugged
"Could have done but I didn't. I came to LA because my parents needed money and I thought it would be easy to make some making movies."
She laughed
"Well, we all know how well that worked out. Then I see soul boy again and I get another choice. I get to matter and I get to help. I phoned my parents not long after my friend Doyle died and told them what I wanted and they disowned me. Flat out."
Lindsey blinked
"You told them about Angel and what you do?"
She shrugged again
"They grew up in Sunnydale, they knew the score. I told them everything and they told me if I continued with what I did not to ever contact them again. They didn't have a daughter. So I made my choice. Lindsey, what I do isn't what I want, not really, let's face who in their right mind would choose this? But it is something that not everyone can do and when you have something special inside you that can deal with what we do then you have to use it."
Lindsey felt his mouth drop open at her impassioned speech and then he closed it with a snap as she continued seriously
"So, I've explained how I do what I do and how I can sleep at night, what's your deal? How are you gonna sleep tonight knowing that I was here fighting to save your ass from the things you're normally siccing on other people?"
She let her eyes rove over his face and said seriously
"Have a think about that the next time you're screamin' and a wailin' under the next monster that wants a taste of you. And remember how it feels."
She turned on her heel and walked off without another word leaving him staring after her. He glanced back down the tunnel as though seeing the bodies again and then turned and followed her silently into the dark.
Wesley and Gunn were ten floors up and shamelessly eavesdropping on a loud angry voice through a partially open wooden door.
"What do you mean you can't find them? How hard can it be to track two girls and a man in a locked building?"
Another voice spoke hesitantly
"They aren't just any girls, sir. Slayers aren't strictly human and if the man is under their protection it will be difficult to find them and take him."
Wesley's eyebrows shot up and he mouthed at Gunn
Slayers?
"They are children drunk on their own power and they've been lucky. What do the telepaths say?"
There was a long uneasy pause and then
"They were found downstairs a few moments ago. They're dead."
Gunn looked at Wesley, grinning sheepishly. Wesley grinned back at him and pointed to his sword
Whoops!
"What? All of them?" "Well, we weren't sure with one of them but when we tried to move him his head fell off so, yes, I'm afraid so."
An angry wordless roar came from the room and Gunn shook his head in mock sympathy and then couldn't help a quick snigger at the unknown man's fury. There was a short scream that indicated the demise of the unfortunate minion and then the voice came again, this time slightly calmer.
"Listen all of you. I don't care what you have to do but find me the Slayers and that damn lawyer. Blow that fucking panel off its frame if you have to but get into that area and get me those damn humans."
Another voice spoke shaking perceptibly
"Sir, they have help. There are at least two other hostiles here that are aiding them." "I don't care if they have the entire fucking military backing them up! Find them and kill them."
There was another long pause
"Slowly."
The two humans outside the door scrambled back as the voice came closer and just made it to a nearby maintenance closet when the door swung fully open. Wesley didn't dare push open the door to get a look at their adversary and so instead stood with his friend in the dark listening to the footsteps fade away. He started as Gunn whispered
"Well, at least we know she's still alive." "Yes, but for how long? And Buffy's here? How can that be?"
Gunn eased the door open and stepped slowly out glancing around to make sure the coast was clear
"Don't know, don't care. I'm just happy Cordy's got someone other than us to back her up and keep her alive."
Wesley followed his friend down the corridor
"Well, from the sounds of it she's not doing too badly on that front herself."
Gunn stuck his head around a corner and then waved Wesley on saying grimly
"Let's find her and make sure it stays that way."
Lockdown Part 6.
Wesley and Gunn sat side-by-side in Gunn's truck and stared up at the offices of Wolfram and Hart. Wesley frowned and reached behind the seats and pulled out a large black carryall.
"As we don't know what's in there, I think we should just take the most versatile and transportable weaponry. Stakes, a short handled axe or sword each and some holy water."
He paused for a moment and then pulled out two short black objects
"What are these?"
Gunn glanced down
"Tazers. Flick the switch and jab 'em in anywhere and you get a serious advantage over the guy twitching on the floor."
Wesley raised his eyebrows and cautiously handed one over to his friend
"Good lord. Are they legal?"
Gunn gave a mirthless grin
"Are the swords?"
The Englishman cleared his throat and hoped it was dark enough to hide his blush
"Fair point. Do you have your crucifix?"
Gunn touched his chest under his vest
"Never leave home without it." "Then we're ready. We have about three and a half hours until the sun rises and the everyday world awakens."
Gunn flicked an amused look over his shoulder as he jumped down from the van
"Got it, Shakespeare. Any thoughts on getting in there?"
Wesley joined his friend at the front of the truck and rested his axe on his shoulder as he contemplated the glass tower before him
"Actually I do."
Cordelia swiped her hand across her face and grimaced at the blood and general ick that came away. She raised her head from Lindsey's shoulder and took a deep shuddering breath
"Sorry."
Lindsey braced her as she climbed shakily to her feet and then followed her up, watching her carefully
"It's ok."
Cordelia spared one last glance at the man on the floor and then looked around for her weapons bag. She spotted it over by the wall and retrieved it slinging it over her torso. When she finally met Lindsey's eyes, he was amazed to see her chocolate ones were awash with embarrassment and shame
"Lindsey when this is over and we get out of here could we do each other a favour and never mention this night again? And I mean ever."
The lawyer nodded in heartfelt agreement
"Really not an issue, believe me. The sooner I get out of here and forget this nightmare ever happened the better."
Cordelia gave a wan smile and gestured to the tunnel the werewolf had run from
"Well, we'd better get moving."
She lifted the bottom of her t-shirt and took a sniff, wincing as the smells of various body fluids mugged her nasal senses
"We also need to find someway of cleaning up and toning the smell of blood and carnage down or when we do get out of here and into the offices we may as well just hand ourselves over to the nearest bad guy."
Lindsey glanced down at his three hundred dollar shirt and nine hundred dollar pants and winced at the brown crust that was forming over them from the werewolf's blood.
"Good point."
He crossed the floor carefully and followed Cordelia from the room. As he stepped into the tunnel he glanced back one more time. He shuddered briefly and then making sure Cordelia wasn't either watching him or was near enough to hear him, performed an action that he had stopped at the age of thirteen. He touched his forehead, sternum, and both sides of his chest in a lightening fast genuflection and whispered
"Rest in Peace."
Gunn shook his head and ducked under the swing of the vampire before him and, with a casual jab, staked the snarling demon and strode without pausing through the subsequent explosion of ash. When Wesley said he had a plan he had expected.well, an actual plan for a kick off. Instead he had watched in astonishment as the Englishman had strode up to the side access door to the building and proceeded to smash the glass from it and then climb through the jagged hole. He had followed, aware his jaw was flapping in the breeze and making him look like a slightly hipper version of Forrest Gump, and then had groaned as Wesley stood in the middle of the lobby and yelled at the top of his voice
"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" "Wes! What the hell are you doing?"
Wesley waved a hand impatiently behind him for silence and then shouted again
"Hello? Anyone?"
He beamed as two scowling Latino vampires emerged from behind the security desk apparently still dressed in the gang colours they had died in
"Ah good. Hello, I wonder if you could help me? I'm looking for a girl about so high and with hair down to here."
He gave a small good-natured chuckle
"Although it has been some hours since I last saw her and she has been changing it rather a lot of late so it could be somewhat shorter now."
The two vampires exchanged confused looks and then turned back to the Englishman with identical snarls. Wesley remained unperturbed and raised an eyebrow
"Gentlemen I assure you that you do not want to tangle with us. We've come for the girl and once we have her we'll leave you in peace. Now where is she?"
His voice hardened perceptively at the end of the short speech and he glared at the two before him in impatience. The vampires' eyes slipped from Wesley to the still shocked Gunn behind him and then obviously reached the conclusion simultaneously that the two humans posed a negligible threat against the prospect of an easy kill and a quick snack and struck. Gunn heard Wesley give an impatient huff of breath before he moved to one side and slammed his stake home through one of the demons back. Gunn himself leaned back from the creature leaping for his throat and side stepped to turn and face his opponent as the demon spun round and shot out a fist. The young man ducked and pivoted again and then when the vamp threw another punch, slipped his stake up and punctured the creature's heart. Ash swirled around him as he marched towards Wesley with a murderous look in his eyes
"Have you lost your mind? What the hell are you doin'?"
Wesley brushed some stray remains of vampire from the rather nice shirt Vanessa had bought him and answered calmly "Getting us closer to Cordelia." "By announcing to every demon here that we've arrived to get her? And I thought walking real quick was a bad plan. Jesus, Wesley!"
Wesley shrugged and glanced around the spacious and expensively furnished lobby
"We got in, did we not? Now all we have to do is find her."
Gunn eyed his friend with amazement and not a little trepidation
"And how are you plannin' on doin' that, exactly? Yelling very loudly on every floor until she answers?"
Wesley grinned and headed for the stairs
"Something like that, yes."
Cordelia stamped along the dark tunnel and tried very hard not to think about what she was treading in as she went. She was still squirming with shame inside about falling apart so comprehensively on Lindsey and cursing all the gods she knew of, and some she had met, for the absolutely unforgivable faux pas in allowing her come to Wolfram and Hart that night.
I mean, what did I think I was gonna do? Find some kind of lucky charm to erase all memories of Darla from Angst Boy's head? Please. The one night I pick to go all Batgirl and the legions of hell have a one night only Jones for McDonald's ass. What are the odds?
She scowled deeper and stamped down particularly hard with her next step, only to curse when she felt something cold and wet splash up her already ruined pants leg. She was so gonna kick someone's ass for this.
Lindsey followed her silently wrapped in his own thoughts. When he had joined Wolfram and Hart he knew he would be dealing with things slightly out of the ordinary but never in his wildest nightmares did he think five years down the line he would be running around his own offices in the dead of night with one of his worst enemies dodging demon death squads. He shuddered as he remembered the people back in that chamber and the horror on their faces.
How could he not know that was happening right under his nose? He thought of the ideals he had started out with and the choices he had made along the way that had slowly corrupted them and tried to see where he had turned into a person that let terrible things happen to innocent people in the name of power. His eyes rested on Cordelia's back for a moment and he remembered her anguish as she had slaughtered the werewolf and before he realised what he was doing it he spoke in a low voice
"How do you do this?"
Cordelia glanced back over her shoulder and grimaced as she felt her boot fill up with something cold and slimy when she placed her foot without watching the floor
"What?"
Lindsey squirmed at the revolted look she gave him
"How do you do this night after night without going mad?"
Cordelia stopped walking and turned and faced him in the dim light squinting to see his face clearly and said simply
"Who else is going to?"
Lindsey frowned and gestured vaguely
"You could have anything. You're young, beautiful and talented, you could have what ever you wanted and you've chosen to run around with a vampire and kill things that most people don't even believe really exist. Why?"
Cordelia shrugged
"It's a job. It's got good hours and I'm pretty much my own boss."
Lindsey slammed his hand into the wall in frustration and yelled
"Don't blow this off like it's nothing! You could die at any time and you just killed someone who had been slaughtering people for God knows how long and you did it with tears in your eyes and your heart breaking. Don't make this ordinary."
Cordelia opened her mouth to reply and then shut it at the confusion and anger on his face. She thought for a few moments and then said slowly
"It is ordinary, for me at least. I've grown up doing this and this is all I really know."
She looked away and then met his eyes again
"That's a lie. This is all I've ever done that mattered a damn. All through school I was Cordelia Chase, Queen Bitch. I got all the guys and I had all the money and power and then someone came along and changed that."
Lindsey stayed silent as she smiled and said quietly
"I met a girl out to save the world and that was prepared to die doing it. She had nothing in her sad little life but a mission and a good line in comebacks and then she hooked up with the biggest losers in the high school and they suddenly had a thing, a purpose. They went out night after night and fought evil and kept our town, and the world, that much safer. I got dragged into their little fight once or twice and before I knew it I was there along with them, bitching all the way of course, but I was there. I got to be me for the first time. You have no idea how scary it is to look inside yourself and know there's so much more than what anyone will let themselves see."
She laughed lightly
"I stayed when the world was going to end and I stayed when we were a Slayer down and fighting the big bads ourselves. I even stayed when the boy I used as my excuse for helping humiliated me in front of the whole town, because I had a mission. No one ever really saw what we did and what we sacrificed, but I knew."
Lindsey stared at her as her shoulders went stiff with pride
"You left. You could have gotten out and stayed away and had a normal life."
Cordelia shrugged
"Could have done but I didn't. I came to LA because my parents needed money and I thought it would be easy to make some making movies."
She laughed
"Well, we all know how well that worked out. Then I see soul boy again and I get another choice. I get to matter and I get to help. I phoned my parents not long after my friend Doyle died and told them what I wanted and they disowned me. Flat out."
Lindsey blinked
"You told them about Angel and what you do?"
She shrugged again
"They grew up in Sunnydale, they knew the score. I told them everything and they told me if I continued with what I did not to ever contact them again. They didn't have a daughter. So I made my choice. Lindsey, what I do isn't what I want, not really, let's face who in their right mind would choose this? But it is something that not everyone can do and when you have something special inside you that can deal with what we do then you have to use it."
Lindsey felt his mouth drop open at her impassioned speech and then he closed it with a snap as she continued seriously
"So, I've explained how I do what I do and how I can sleep at night, what's your deal? How are you gonna sleep tonight knowing that I was here fighting to save your ass from the things you're normally siccing on other people?"
She let her eyes rove over his face and said seriously
"Have a think about that the next time you're screamin' and a wailin' under the next monster that wants a taste of you. And remember how it feels."
She turned on her heel and walked off without another word leaving him staring after her. He glanced back down the tunnel as though seeing the bodies again and then turned and followed her silently into the dark.
Wesley and Gunn were ten floors up and shamelessly eavesdropping on a loud angry voice through a partially open wooden door.
"What do you mean you can't find them? How hard can it be to track two girls and a man in a locked building?"
Another voice spoke hesitantly
"They aren't just any girls, sir. Slayers aren't strictly human and if the man is under their protection it will be difficult to find them and take him."
Wesley's eyebrows shot up and he mouthed at Gunn
Slayers?
"They are children drunk on their own power and they've been lucky. What do the telepaths say?"
There was a long uneasy pause and then
"They were found downstairs a few moments ago. They're dead."
Gunn looked at Wesley, grinning sheepishly. Wesley grinned back at him and pointed to his sword
Whoops!
"What? All of them?" "Well, we weren't sure with one of them but when we tried to move him his head fell off so, yes, I'm afraid so."
An angry wordless roar came from the room and Gunn shook his head in mock sympathy and then couldn't help a quick snigger at the unknown man's fury. There was a short scream that indicated the demise of the unfortunate minion and then the voice came again, this time slightly calmer.
"Listen all of you. I don't care what you have to do but find me the Slayers and that damn lawyer. Blow that fucking panel off its frame if you have to but get into that area and get me those damn humans."
Another voice spoke shaking perceptibly
"Sir, they have help. There are at least two other hostiles here that are aiding them." "I don't care if they have the entire fucking military backing them up! Find them and kill them."
There was another long pause
"Slowly."
The two humans outside the door scrambled back as the voice came closer and just made it to a nearby maintenance closet when the door swung fully open. Wesley didn't dare push open the door to get a look at their adversary and so instead stood with his friend in the dark listening to the footsteps fade away. He started as Gunn whispered
"Well, at least we know she's still alive." "Yes, but for how long? And Buffy's here? How can that be?"
Gunn eased the door open and stepped slowly out glancing around to make sure the coast was clear
"Don't know, don't care. I'm just happy Cordy's got someone other than us to back her up and keep her alive."
Wesley followed his friend down the corridor
"Well, from the sounds of it she's not doing too badly on that front herself."
Gunn stuck his head around a corner and then waved Wesley on saying grimly
"Let's find her and make sure it stays that way."