"You know your time is running out." Lilah's voice was calm, as the last thing she wanted to do was get on Adamson's bad side, especially when his plan was so close to succeeding. He had already been more than enraged at the fact that Angel and his little gang of irritating evil fighters had managed to get hold of the file she had been keeping on him at Wolfram and Hart.

"I am aware of that Ms. Morgan," Adamson replied smoothly, his eyes barely settling upon her as he spoke. "Once the mark of Galendil is burned into the demon Adamon, he shall finish what the Brillcrall started and then my plan will succeed."

"What about the demon?" Lilah wondered. "He's pretty hard to kill isn't he? What if he decides he wants Galendil's power?"

"I have thought about that, and I assure you that will not be a problem. He may be hard to kill, but not impossible. Especially not if one like myself knows that the key to his undoing is in a simple stone."

"You plan on killing him before Galendil appears then?" Lilah guessed. Adamson glared harshly at her.

"Be careful," he warned. "Cleverness is not something I reward Ms. Morgan, it's something I despise. You guess too much of my plan and I may be forced to find another attorney, if you understand my meaning."

"I apologize." Lilah amended. "You know where my allegiance lies, do you not?"

"It had better be with me, or I will put you through so much pain you will wish I had killed you." Adamson threatened. He opened his mouth to say something else to her, when Adamon's sudden appearance in the chamber tore his attention away from her, and to the demon who's arm burned fresh with the mark of the demon God. "Ah, so you are ready then I take it?"

"I am prepared to do my duty." Adamon said with a nod. Adamson smiled, satisfied with the demon.

"Wonderful." He said with a clap of his hands. "Now I don't have much time left. If is this is to work it will have to be soon. You know what to do if anyone tries to stop you, do you not?"

"Nobody will stop me," Adamon said with a growl. Adamson's eyes narrowed dangerously and Lilah found herself shivering, despite herself.

"I should hope not. Go. Do not come back if you fail me, for you will wish you hadn't if you do."

Angel and Gunn returned halfway through the night, having seen or encountered nothing terribly suspicious at any of the rest homes they had patrolled.

"No luck huh?" Fred observed the frustrated expressions on both their faces as they set their weapons down.

"Big fat zero." Gunn agreed. "I wish there was some way of knowing if this guy has made his move already or not. There are so many rest homes in this town and not enough of us."

"Get some sleep." Cordelia encouraged. "You guys will feel better when you do."
"I'll feel better when I have something's ass to kick," Gunn clarified, "and not a minute before. But you're right. Until then, I guess sleep is the best way to go."

"Did somebody say sleep?" Everyone turned their heads to see Lorne entering the lobby of the hotel, looking thoroughly exhausted. "Cause I sure wouldn't mind a few hundred Z's right about now. I know it doesn't sound like it kittens, but bar hopping can sure wipe you out."

"Did you learn anything?" Angel asked. Lorne shook his head.

"Zippo about our political friend, although one of the bar tenders did teach me how to mix this fabulous cherry flavoured drink that..."

"Shouldn't we be heading out there?" Connor interrupted from the upper level. "Buffy and I, I mean. Shouldn't we be taking this next shift?"

"Yea that's probably a good idea." Angel agreed. He noticed that Dawn stood quite close to Connor and that the two seemed to share an unspoken bond he hadn't noticed before. "Is Buffy in her room?"

"She is, but..." Dawn began to speak, but Angel cut her off.

"I'll go get her."