Even for a vampire, superhuman strength is pretty useless when you can't get any leverage.
That was why a mere second ago, Angel performed a decidedly spectacular front somersault to land on his back with a loud thud! onto his office carpeting which also rattled various items spread out upon the new Wolfram & Hart manager's desk.
At least he didn't have any breath to be lost at this impact, Angel glumly thought to himself still lying down, all while gazing up into the beautiful face of the young Asian woman who'd done an expert judo throw against the startled man who'd arose from his desk chair to come around from there to confront the unexpected visitor appearing today from out of thin air inside the room.
Equally expert was the rigorous arm lock she was putting him in now, Angel further noted. Setting himself free risked a broken wrist at minimum, which didn't make the vampire happier. Things couldn't get any more ridiculous, could they?
"Oopsie."
Oh, yes, they could.
Turning his head to glower at where a startled Harmony was standing in his office doorway, Angel saw that other undead demon holding in her right hand a magazine whose cover was partially hidden except for the blatant cleavage shown on the front page photograph of some third-rate actress.
"Harmony," gritted Angel, missing how the lady holding him captive looked rather startled at the sound of this, "What'd you do?!"
"Errr...," Harmony sheepishly brandished the magazine she was carrying, "I got a little bored and took this from the visitor's lounge to flip through. When I was halfway done with the personality test, the magazine flashed bright red and then I heard you get attacked!"
The former Sunnydale cheerleader and current secretary to an increasingly exasperated Angel paused to quizzically eye at where she was receiving a distinctly cool stare in return from that strange girl in the outdated military-style uniform. "Where'd she come from?"
"Wouldn't a better question be why it feels like she's about to dislocate my arm any second now?" snarled Angel.
Harmony had to clearly think that over for a few moments before shrugging, "Nope."
Angel's annoyance only grew even more when he looked again at the magazine Harmony had been reading and recollected something worrisome which had been briefed to him earlier by a W&H Los Angeles staffer.
"Didn't you get the memo? I definitely remember putting it on your desk! Those magazines are cursed! They're supposed to cast some kind of vicious random magic spell on their readers to cause trouble for them, so that afterwards they'll have to ask us to take the spell off no matter how much it costs!"
A very embarrassed smile was sent by Harmony towards her boss. "Oh. Was I supposed to read that piece of paper?"
"Yes!"
Harmony began edging backwards, obviously about to flee to her own desk. "Uh, well, I thought it was just nothing, so I threw it away. I'll leave you alone now-"
"Hold it!"
From where she'd ducked out of sight, Harmony sullenly brought her head around back into the doorway. "Yeah?"
Angel then said in a very dangerous tone, "Exactly what kind of personality test were you taking, anyway?"
"Um," Harmony studied the other woman who'd steadfastly maintained her arm lock on Angel while silently following the exceedingly peculiar conversation at where she'd been accidentally summoned from her own dimension, "Just something to kill time for us secretaries in between all the typing stuff, what your kids might look like if you ever hook up with your manager."
In a more thoughtful voice which had a distinct hint of pleasure in it, Harmony continued, "Well, obviously with me and you, they'd be really pretty, especially the girls, but I never thought they'd be Japanese!"
"Chinese," corrected the woman now giving Harmony a quite dumbfounded look.
"Okay!" Harmony beamed at both the stranger and Angel facepalming himself with his free hand. Seizing the opportunity to depart without further ado, Harmony went off to take a lengthy lunch. The cafeteria was having a special on otter blood this week...
Angel sent a weak smile upwards at the woman still gripping with impressive skill his arm and wrist. All he had to do now was to talk her into letting go and then they'd see about returning her to where she'd been snatched from by that spell-
The vampire felt the woman's fingers shift on the inside of his wrist, to next have that lady's face become extremely suspicious as she gazed down at an apprehensive demon.
Harmony Angel, the code name of one of Spectrum's finest pilots, demanded of her prisoner: "Why don't you have a pulse?"
All right, this might be a little more difficult than he'd thought...
Author's Note: This is a crossover between Angel the Series and Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, the latter show which has as one of its characters that specific female.