"Angel! How'd it go?"

Angel smiled at Cordelia; "I think we'll have him home within a day or two."

Cordelia squealed joyfully and wrapped her arms tightly around him and squeezed until he winced.

"Ooh, sorry Angel, you didn't say you got hurt looking for Doyle."

"I didn't, this is unrelated or at least I think it is. Three demons jumped me in an alleyway and then I tangled with four vampires intent on draining a couple of teenagers."

Wesley advanced with the first aid kit and a wry smile, "Busy night hmm?"

"Very." Angel fervently agreed "I also think we have a new player in town."

Wesley raised an eyebrow, "Indeed?"

"What do you mean? Please not another Wolfram and Hart thingie?" added Cordelia.

Angel peeled off his shirt and coat, fleetingly pleased to see that his coat had not suffered unduly. Then hissed through his teeth as he applied some antiseptic to some deep grazes on his ribs and a smallish puncture wound on his belly, "Quite the opposite, the demons I fought had thick, virtually unbreakable plating on their bodies, I couldn't break it at first and my axe wouldn't go through the tiny joints. Somebody fired two perfect shots from the roof of a building three stories up and got two of the three in the back of the neck and killed them instantly. Then they picked off one of the vampires as well, at a crucial moment too."

"Cool." Grinned Gunn, "But where were you while this unknown hero swung into action?"

Wesley cleared his throat, "I suppose it could be another demon hunter, helping out a fellow in distress."

Angel shook his head, "No, I vamped out; don't you think they would have shot me too? They had the opportunity."

"Maybe they know who you are?" Suggested Fred tentatively.

"Yeah, It could be an ally of ours then." Suggested Cordelia, then she wrinkled her nose, "Do we actually have any allies?"

"Well I never saw bolts like this before," Angel said holding out the bolt he had found "and allies don't usually run away and hide after they save someone's ass."

Wesley took the bolt looking puzzled, "They saw your face, and ran you say?"

"Who wouldn't?" Cordelia teased.

Wesley sniggered, "No, I meant that they saved you but were aware of what you are and didn't act against you, choosing to retreat instead?"

"I don't see how they could have missed the fangs if they made three shots that good Wes." Gunn commented.

Wesley frowned and stared at the bolt as if it would share the secret of its owner's identity before Gunn leant over to examine it too.

Angel sighed and stood up, "Never mind that now guys, one thing at a time and at the moment Doyle comes first. Let's make plans." He led the way into the library.

Gunn stayed behind the others gazing at the bolt for a moment. He wondered. Could the bolt belong to Anne? The 'S' didn't fit with that but it could be a nickname or even her surname. She was good and in town, it made sense except as far as he knew Anne shot or staked everything under the sun that was demon in origin; and that would include Angel.

"Gunn?" Fred called from the library.

He turned with the bolt still in his hands, "Yeah, I'm coming." He strode into the library where he dumped the bolt down on the table. It couldn't have been Anne because Angel would be dust, or at least a pincushion if it she had been on that rooftop.