Stormy Front - Chapter 2
Wolfram and Hart building Angel's office - Evening
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"Do you hear something, Lorne?" Angel asked as he paused from sorting through company documents and glanced at the ground curiously sensing something.
"No sugar bear. Nothing that I…"
"Quiet a minute," Angel interrupted. "Stay absolutely still," Angel said as he gestured for Lorne to come to hide behind his desk.
"Angel, honey! I think you should watch what kind of pig's blood you drink. You are a bit paranoid at this moment. I don't sense anything or anyone th…" Angel cut Lorne off again and grabbed him by his purple suit jacket and pulled him behind his desk.
The hissing that Angel heard became a rumble and then the office started to shake as phantom winds shot out from the floor like disturbed spirits seeking vengeance from being kept in the clutches of Hell for so long. Windows broke and shutters bent scattering through the air to the floor giving them a view of the dark night diamond sky. Couches, chairs and his desk tipped over and broke sending wooden pieces into the air like homemade stakes. Lamps shattered as Angel dove with Lorne and crouched down under coach cushions to protect Lorne from the broken glass and flying furniture. If felt like a mix of an earthquake and a tornado had hit his office. The rumbling sound became a screeching until all was quiet and still. A red mist entered through the holey rug and spread throughout the room like a lost soul with the two demons not even noticing it.
"W-Wow! Are we still in Oz?" Lorne stammered with shock. Angel helped Lorne up slowly, steadying him as Lorne breathlessly dusted himself off while examining the office's remains.
"This definitely needs a makeover Angel cakes!" Lorne said, shaking slightly at the impact of the catastrophe. They could have been dead without a moment's notice. Angel sighed stressfully dragging a hand over his face and studied the hole in the maroon carpet that matched his maroon leather broken coaches. This was going to take a week or so to fix at least, but by then the culprit or culprits that did this will be long gone. I am not going to let that happen, Angel thought bitterly.
"Is everything alright?" Wesley asked in wonder, as he, Fred, and Gunn entered the room. Shock registered on their faces when they saw a dumpster instead of an office.
"Oh great! Why do you ask?" Angel said, sarcastically rolling his eyes as he picked a piece of glass from his bloody arm. A cool, light breeze from the window blew in scattering up the dust and glass on the floor.
"Well man! Did you guys decide to party early without us?" Gunn asked, looking stunned while he examined the broken legs of the mahogany chairs and desk and maroon coaches as well as the torn up rug that sunk into a baseball sized hole in the floor from the wind's force.
Angel shook his head awkwardly handing Lorne a tissue to wipe his scratched up bloody hand.
"Oh my goodness! Are you guys okay? We were trying to page you about the Halloween Ball, Angel," Fred said, feeling concerned as she glanced at both Lorne and Angel.
"Yeah we'll manage. They are just scratches," Lorne said, rubbing his sore head.
"You guys could have been killed. What happened in here?" She asked in bewilderment, as she joined Gunn and Wes to examine the torn up rug and floor.
"What do you mean? There wasn't some sort of twister or earthquake in the rest of the building?" Angel asked, taking a quick peek outside his office as the red mist entered and spread throughout the hallway. Although the hallway looked as if it remained unharmed the red mist still continued to be unseen as it crossed into its new borders.
"Nope man! Nada! Your office is the only one that looks like it needs some spring cleaning so to speak," Gunn said, looking as confused as Angel felt.
"That's strange and unusual for even the Senior Partners to be that obvious with attacking us. I know they want to kill you Angel, but I doubt they would be as bold to create a twister or earthquake to sacrifice any part of their building," Wesley said, thinking out loud.
"True enough. Looks guys, check out the rest of the building and streets and tell me if you see any suspicious looking demon freaks that are clients who might have made this mess. I really don't think this is our usual incident here with Wolfram and Hart, but we need to be sure. This means business. Right now I have an important phone call to make," Angel said with determination in his voice and on his face.
Whatever it was it needed to be investigated thoroughly and there was no one better to help him than the Slayer, Angel thought proudly.