As soon as Lorne announced Wren's unexpected disappearance, all hell broke loose. Angel started frantically contacting every security division in his command, and requesting a close viewing of all security footage taken in the last 30 minutes from the entire W&H building. Not only this, but he had seven extremely tallented seers brought in to try and find the location of Wren and who ever had taken her. He took his growing frustration out, as usual, on those around him.
"I don't care if he's on a skiing weekend in the Alps, he's the best damn seer we've got. I want him in my office and I want him there five damn minutes ago!" said Angel, yelling down the phone to the severly shaken woman in charge of the Psycokinetic and Telepathic division.
"Angel, I'm sure they can't have gotten far," said Wesley in a resonable tone of voice, "I mean Fred only left her here for ten minutes, no more."
The group had been hurrying after Angel as he strode down the coridoor to the lifts on Wren's floor, but stopped suddenly as Angel wheeled around to face them, a very Angelus like look on his face.
"Why did she have to leave her in the first place," he seethed, turning to Fred, "never heard of a little invention called the mobile phone?"
Fred went to respond but didn't get the chance, as Angel quickly turned around and stormed off at double speed down the hall to the lifts.
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Spike had hung behind while the others had run off after the poof, in another of his 'this is everyone's fault but mine and now i'm really pissed off' moods. He moved carefully into Wren's room, first looking out the window at the dizzying drop on the other side, this being the top floor after all, and then moving to look at the bed. The covers were flung onto the floor, as if the occupant had left, or been pulled out in a hurry. The furniture was untouched, as Wren had brought precious little in the way of personal belongings with her, except her bag and the clothes she stood up in.
Considering this search a dead end, Spike turned to leave the room, before something under the bed caught his eye. Moving closer it looked like something which had been hurridly pushed under the bed in an attempt to hide it, but with not quite complete sucess. Bending down to pick it up, Spike finally realised that it was Wren's rediculously over sized jumper, and a pair of baggy sweats.
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Getting down to his office, Angel immediately called all of his divison heads into a meeting. He had calmed slightly, and surveyed the room from behind his desk with a look of stern determination.
I'm sure you all realise the severity of this situation. With a Slayer, an untrained Slayer, but a Slayer nonetheless, possibly in the hands of a dangerous enemy, we don't have much time to loose. Who ever this person or people is, we can assume they are very dangerous and have a detailed awareness of the building's layout and security systems. To be able to get in and out undetected, we cannot afford to underestimate them." 'They've also got to be pretty clued in on all of our actions,' Angel thought to himself. 'I was the only one who knew Wren was coming, and even I didn't expect it to be today.'
"I want all teams assigned to different zones of the city, with one kept back here in case they try to return. Wesley, Gunn, Fred and myself will stay in close contact with all team leaders and will be ready to move to wherever extra assistance is needed. If you find anything that looks remotely like the target we're looking for, let us know. I want this done quietly and quickly. I don't want it getting around the demon populus that there's a vulnerable Slayer out and potentially alone, is that clear?"
After general murmers of assent, Angel closed the meeting, and each department set to work on it's assigned tasks. When the room was empty, except for the Fang Gang, Angel turned to his friends.
"Is everyone clear on what we have to do?" he said shortly.
"Of course Angel, we're all going to do our best," said Wesley, "but do you really think a search on this scale is necessary?"
Angel looked at Wesley with a fierce glare in his eye and said simply "Yes," before leaving the room and heading down to the garage to start hs own search.
Gunn and Wesley caught each others eye and shared a look of concern.
"It seems like our fearless leader is off on the whole 'save the damzel in distress' thing again, and he's only know this one for 2 hours," said Gunn with barely hidden contempt, "what's the deal with that?"
"It does seem a little over the top just for one girl," said Fred, "I mean I know she's a Slayer and everything but I don't understand why Angel's acting like this."
The other three occupants of the room nodded, and Lorne appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, before they all moved out to complete their assigned tasks.
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Spike hadn't been to the meeting. He had always been, and always been, very much an advocate of 'act now, talk later'. In most cases this ended up with him getting his ass handed to him on a plate, but just occasionally his dive right in tactics came up in his favour.
Fortunately for him, this was one of those times. He had followed the scent on Wren's clothes, again something in the back of his mind tried to get his attention, but he ignored it for now, and it had led to the roof. 'That's sensible enough,' he had thought, 'not like the bloody girl grew wings and flew out of there. From the roof he had lost it for a while, before extending his senses out to the surrounding buildings. This provided him with more luck, and he could see where the girl had either been jumped or thrown about 20 meters across to the slightly lower roof of a neighbouring sky scraper. Knowning he could never make that distance, and becoming increasingly curious as to what creature had taken the Slayer, considering it must have been extremely agile, fast and incredibly powerful, Spike moved to the centre of the roof and down into the stairwell.
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Once out on the street, Spike moved to the front, and then the rear entrance of the next door building, knowing Wren must have come down some how. Picking up her scent again at the back entrance, he proceeded to follow it for the next hour. Stopping occasionally to find it again, and to check that he was still going the right way. He knew without checking exactly where he was being taken though, as it was a route he often took on a Friday night when he was bored out of his mind.
The trail of the Slayer had led him into downtown LA, and further past that into the darker places, where all the demons had their favourite haunts. He walked past bar after bar, where the trail would move inside, before coming back out joined by several other demons. 'Maybe our mystery kidnapper is looking for the highest bidder?' Spike thought, 'or plannin' a little 'Kill A Slayer' party.' If he hadn't been a demon Spike would have shuddered at the thought, but the fact that he was souled was enough to make him feel revolted by the concept. There was a time, he mused as he walked further, that he would have been first in the que for tickets to such an event, but that was behind him now, and there was a lost kid to find. 'Pansy,' he thought to himself, without any real feeling.
After another fifteen minutes, Spike was sure he was getting closer to his prey. The Slayers scent was getting stronger and now more and more demon's were being persuaded to come out of each bar. Spike was about to turn a corner into yet another dingy ally, when a demon came flying out backwards past him, nearly knocking Spike off his feet.
Falling into a fighting stance, Spike was ready to attack the demon as soon as it got up and force it to tell him where the Slayer was, when he noticed the large hole in the demon's chest where it's heart and many of it's vital organs should be. 'Clearly a little over keen to get to the slaughter,' Spike thought, assuming the demon had been killed by one of it's own kind. He carefully peaked his head around the corner, ready for any other little suprises, and then stepped out fully, mouth hanging open at the sight before him.