Untitled pt. 2
Three Hours Later
After looking through the phone book, unable to find anything, he went to a detective agency, which ironically enough, was called Angel Investigations. Straightening his tie, he entered the doors of the Hyperion Hotel, unsure about what he would find. In a corner of the room were 4 young men and a young woman, all surrounding a computer.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a man named Angel. I heard of the name and I need to find him. Do you know where I can find him?" "I'm Angel. What can I do for you?" Without warning, Hank punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Reverting to game face, he said, "Ok, that hurt." "It should, you bastard. How dare you get my baby girl pregnant and leave her alone. She's just spent 24 hours giving birth to your son and daughter, and here you are, with this tart."
"Hey, I resent that," Cordelia said, hands on her hips. "Just who do think you are, barging in like some cave man, hitting my friend?" "I'm Hank Summers. Buffy's father. And just because you're a 274 year old vampire, doesn't mean you get out of your responsibilities. My baby loves you, Lord knows why, and she will be the happiest young mother on the face of the planet if I have to drag you out of here." "That won't be necessary," Angel said, grabbing his coat. "Good."
Turning to the gang, he said, "This is Doyle, Wesley, Gunn, and Cordelia. Wesley was Buffy's watcher for a while, Doyle's a half demon, Cordelia went to school with Buffy, and Gunn is a vampire hunter." "And yet he works for you." "We have an understanding." Following his love's irate father out of the hotel, they got into his car, on their way to Sunnydale.