Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the characters that didn't come from Joss's head.
A/N: I know this type of fanfic has been done to death, but I really need to get this out there. Feedback is much appreciated!
Progress was going slow. What was left of Team Angel was digging through the remains of the branch of the Watchers Headquarters that was in downtown L.A. Why they had ever had one there, was a complete mystery to Angel. They had needed resources and they had needed them now. They knew that the best place to go was the now abandoned and quite recently destroyed Watchers' building.
Illyria picked up a stray piece of rubble and held it up, looking at it in curiosity. She tossed it aside as she had done with hundreds of other pieces. Spike was throwing large chunks of concrete and brick aside from his small patch and Angel was doing the same.
Spike quit what he was doing and stood up, stretching his back.
"Now tell me," he questioned Angel, "why the bloody hell didn't you think of this before you let the bloody dragon escape?"
"I didn't know that the stupid thing would know the difference in buildings," Angel growled back, not stopping to even look up at Spike. "I didn't even know this place was here until after the dragon took a nose-dive into it."
Spike harumphed and began digging again. His hand suddenly struck up against something that was still quite attached to the building. He threw a few more rather large chunks of rubble away and dusted the area off a bit. A handle stuck out of sheet of metal in the floor.
"Angel," he called out. "You might want to see this."
Angel quit what he was doing and came over. His expression changed from that of frustration and annoyance to curiosity.
Illyria cocked her head and came over to have a look as well. Without a word, she took a firm hold on the handle and pulled the door open like it was nothing. She threw it aside and began to descend the stone steps that were behind the door. Spike and Angel looked at each other before following her.