"You sure no one knows about this place?" Clyde Weston winced as Ben placed some gauze on his cheek.
"It belongs to Abigail's family," Ben replied, "but who would suspect the sainted Hortons? This cut looks pretty deep, Dad. You might need stitches"
"Serves him right if you ask me."
"No one did, you little punk, so watch your mouth! I don't know what the womenfolk see in that stupid little accent of yours."
"Have I struck a nerve, Weston?" Xander laughed. "Is your ego as bruised as your face?"
Clyde lunged toward Xander, catching his arm and twisting it behind his back. "I'll knock your block off, boy!"
Xander twisted free, swiping at Clyde with his free hand. "We had a deal, I expand your smalltime operation by providing your dealers with pharmaceuticals, and you, Clyde, dispose of Serena Mason and Caroline Brady."
"Mason's dead, isn't she?" Clyde growled.
"And yet Caroline Brady is still kicking," Xander drawled. "How hard is it to disconnect some machinery? "
"What do you want with an old lady, anyway?" Ben asked blocking his father from attacking Xander a second time.
"I did my research. Were this particular old lay to die, it would bring dear Uncle Victor to his knees. Not to mention, targeting the old bat would be a lot easier than wasting my valuable time and energy tracking down that son of theirs. He's so far off the grid, his own wife and daughter have given up on him!"
"Well, I did my research too," Clyde countered. "The little Larson girl means a hell of a lot to the commissioner's sister. That counts for something in my book.
"That, or the fact that she happens to be the girlfriend of your useless employee," said Xander.
"That's a bonus."
"It would have been if you had managed to kill her. Now, it's just a fatal miscalculation."
"I'm not afraid of Agent Donovan."
"But you should be. Not the Captain, the other one."
"There ain't another Donovan!"
"Believe what you want, Weston, I can't wait to see the show."

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