Chapter 8
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Fred kept up her best poker face for the rest of the day, until she got home. If Wesley was right, these markings would keep anyone from hearing their conversation now, he even had his own body covered with the tattoos. Once Fred was safe, she started to break down.
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Wesley: Is everything okay?
Fred: No, Angel's suspicious of me now.
Wesley: The glamour didn't work?
Fred: The glamour worked fine, but I got careless, kept my own earings on. He noticed.
Wesley: Is there any chance you could convince Angel that someone, preferably Eve, stole them?
Fred: I tried that. Unfortunately Lorne vouched for Eve and Lindsay, said they were with him all day. Hopefully Angel believes that a shapeshifter stole them, but he's still suspicious.
Wesley: Pity. Still, mistakes happen. All you can do now is try and keep up a good poker face. We'll lay off any further attempts like this and I'll focus on training Spike.
Fred: He saved Angel, even though they hate each other, so I guess you're doing something right.
Wesley: Maybe. Anyway you should continue working on Angel, there's always the hope that we can save him.
Fred: You were right, that place corrupts people. It's been difficult, killing that man.
Wesley: I actually believe you made the right call there. Millions would have died, including his own son, if you hadn't shot him.
Fred: It was still hard. I'm from Texas, been around guns my whole life. But actually shooting someone, seeing his brains go on the wall, it takes a lot out of you. Maybe it was the wake up call I needed, and you were there for me when I really needed it.
Wesley: To be fair. you were aleady my informant.
Fred: Yeah but, I was keeping my options open. Now, I'm all in with you, whatever it takes.