Angels POV:
I exited the airport, and got into a limo, just another anonymous billionaire going about his daily business. As Liam O'Conner the head of C-Tech, I was a powerful man, but I wasn't a threat.
Daniel posing as my servant, put away my bags in the back of the truck, then got in next to my chauffeur, the multi talented Wesley. We pulled away from the airport and on to the highway as we swept for bugs. Daniel took the front, I took the back. We had cleared the limo within minutes.
"Buffy said that the kiss was just an act," Wesley stated
Buffy thought that was an act? It certainly didn't seem that way to me. When we kissed my heart almost stopped, that hadn't happened in years. Or to be perfectly honest that hadn't happened ever. While that I remembered anyways.
"I didn't believe her for a second" Wesley said with a nod.
"As if you would know"
"I'm married. Married men know these things."
"Really, so you know that today is your third wedding anniversary?"
"Ye…shit"
Daniel chuckled in the front seat, as I tossed a brown box towards the front. Daniel caught it easily and handed it to Wesley. Wesley opened it up at the next stoplight.
"It's a key?" Wesley was confused.
"To a house" I said "At Carmel. Happy anniversary"
"Thanks, but really about Buffy. . ."
"Romance for me is irrelevant. More important of course is the mission."
Daniel sighed. All he heard about was the mission. But it's not like I would actually tell him that I couldn't stop thinking, about Buffy. Sometimes I couldn't even admit that to myself.
I continued "We might have an open war on our hands soon. We have to fortify Ireland before that. This afternoon I will have to steal the CIA's computer codes so I can get access to all their files. Faith should help"
"Oh yes, about that" I could tell instinctively that Wesley had a smile on his face. That did not bode well for me.
"What is it?" I growled.
"I thought you should get the details of the war from our source: Buffy, she should also be able to help you on the mission." Wesley parked the car in front of the hotel. Got out and opened my door.
"When will I see Buffy?"
"It depends"
"On what?"
"Weather you take the elevator or the stairs. She is up in your suite right now"
Buffy POV:
He entered shining in a black suit. Damn. Why did he have to wear a suit he's probably look worse in overalls. No he would look good in anything.
I noticed that the older gray haired man stood guard outside. He looked strong but not bodyguard strong. Who was he?
"Hi" Liam said he bit his lip when he said it.
I handed him the manila envelope that I stole.
He opened it up but I wasn't patient enough to wait. Instead I interrupted him.
"What about Stephanie?"
"Stephanie and her child, my grandchild were killed ten years ago. Only her husband survived"
"Who killed her?"
Liam winced "The CIA"
I shivered even though it was a summer day in LA. "Why?"
"It's a long story"
"But I need to hear it. I have a sneaking suspicion it's my story too."
Angel nodded, and motioned for me to sit. I obeyed plopping down in an enormous black leather overstuffed chair.
Angel who set down across from me started to speck. His tone darker then usual. There was no doubting, what he said. "The government found out about me by accident. I was struck by lightning and I walked away from it. It wasn't a big deal. It has happened to me before. But never in a crowd of witness, all who were more then willing to share their experiences with the government."
Angel sighed then continued with the story proper. "The government did a background check, they saw the string of homes, and a series of odd tails, and they begin testing me. Secretly of course. Then the CIA recruited me. At first it was fine, and I was happy. Stephanie was still growing and I needed the money to support her. But then some investments made me a wealthy man. And I asked to quit."
"And" This was better then the movies.
"Obviously they said no, and then they said yes. But only if I did one last thing for them. Donate my DNA. I said no I didn't wish this nomadic existence on anyone else"
My breath grew shallow, as Liam contented his voice rolling over me live waves breaking on coral.
"They didn't take no for an answer. But they couldn't take me by force, either I was too strong. So they tried to motivate me by holding my family hostage. So I donated the DNA, and the blood, and let them poke around inside my body for details. When they let me wake up a year later. I asked to see my family. They asked me to continue working instead, and when I said no. They killed my family."
I was shocked.
"You probably already guessed this. But you were one of the human test subjects that were altered using, my DNA, and the findings the CIA made using my body."
"I don't remember anything about the experiments" I was sitting next to him on the couch now. I did not remember moving, but obviously I needed to. I couldn't believe that I was just another experiment
"You wouldn't remember the experiments. They happened when you were a child, and then would have been erased from your memory."
"So I am what you are . . . artificial," I said. My throat felt dry but before I could ask for some water. Liam handed me a glass. I could tell by the way his hand trembled in the light, that he was worried. But about what? That I would blame him for what happened?
Liam swallowed then replied, "Yes. Although we're not exactly the same. You have all of my powers, except you will age. You have aged."
"Wait, so I get everything accept every women's dream"
Liam's winced, and I was reminded once more of his lips.
"You don't want that part. With age comes…" there was a knock on the door. Liam went to answer it, and in came our constant interrupter, the gray haired man.
"Liam you have to go on your mission now"
Liam nodded sadly then got ready to leave.
"Do you need help?" I volunteered
