As the chaos began, Morgana soothed the members of the house band. Then she surveyed the fray; Bosely and Natalie were over by the bar with ten, Dylan and Anthony were in a corner with ten, and Alex was taking on five just below the stage. Taking an exultant breath from her cigarette, she leapt gracefully from her perch and onto the back of on of the thugs. Alex punched one out, but in the time it took her to do so Morgana had knocked the wind out of two others. Then Alex tripped the last one and Morgana stepped on his throat. Alex grimaced as the sick, cracking noise ensued.

"Go help Bosley," Morgana said, leaning back against a table. "Cheers," she toasted to the band as she shot back someone's whiskey. Not bad, she thought, First time for everything. Horrible aftertaste, no wonder I've never tried it before.

Between the two of them, Dylan and Anthony had taken down half of the group that had attacked them, and Morgana knocked out two for good measure before going back to her cigarette. Alex and Natalie had finished off theirs with a series of sleepers and groin blows while Bosley whimpered behind the counter. Michael Ciafatelli was the last man standing, and he bolted like a rabbit when he saw the murder flash in Morgana's nearly clear eyes.

He shot towards the back door, and Morgana sprinted onstage, jumping down on the opposite side and cutting him off. Growling, she grabbed ahold of his lapels and slammed him against the wall. "What the hell was that, Michael?" she asked.

"I told you, " he croaked, "We were hired-"

"Bullshit!" she spat, pulling on him and slamming him again into the wall, "What are you trying to prove? What are you trying to pull?"

"O'Grady pays well. What can I say? You know what I mean, Morgana, don't you, old friend?"

She slammed him into the wall one final time as she said, "You listen to me like it's the last thing you'll hear, you understand? You owe me your life, and you had better start acting like it or I'll start removing random organs with spoons!"

She let go of him and strode towards her brother, and Ciafatelli ran up behind her. Before anyone could warn her, though, she heard him and pulled a throwng knife from her left sleeve. She tossed it, and the momentum pinned his by the neck to the wall he was just up against. Morgana casually strode over to his body and wrenched he knife free, wiping the blood on his suit and putting it back in her sleeve.

"Well," she said over his slumped form, "At least I didn't use a spoon." She pulled out another cigarette and moved over to the huddle in the middle of the room.

"What was that?" asked Natalie, "What the hell did you think you were doing?"

"Ciafatelli went back on an alliance."

"So? There are witnesses!"

"You obviously aren't aware of the Code."

"No, I'm frickin' not! And I'm going to report it!"

"Aww...is wittle Natawie afwaid of the f wowd?" Morgana cocked an eyebrow, "You killed someone tonight too, Blondie, and I'll take you down with me if you say anything. Not that it matters, though, I do this every day.

"What about them?" Alex motioned to the band. The drummer and bassist were sharing a joint and the keyboardest was holding a syringe with a guilty look on his face. "They're not talking," said Morgana.

Dylan sighed. "All's settled, but we still don't know where O'Grady is."

"Ah..." Bosley stammered, moving closer, "I think we do, guys."

Everyone looked in the direction Bosley was, and there stood a hunched-over man, behind him at least another twenty gruff-looking thugs. Seamus O'Grady stepped into the light, a wicked grin on his face.

"Well, well, well," he sneered, "Having a party? Forget to invite me, Helen? It's okay. I showed up on my own."
Charles Townsend was relaxing in his LA apartment. He liked this one better than his Florida condo. He always flew in to California whenever the angels were on a case so he could keep an eye on them.

Speaking of the angels, Bosley should have called to check in by now. Something was not right, and he could feel it. He waited a few minutes, and still no call. Well, he thought, I'll have to go check it out myself.
A/N: Cliffhanger, huh? Don't worry, I'll have the next part up before too long. Until then, cheers! Did I just say cheers? Oh well.