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[qwahazahn]

If I could actually be reeling at this point, I would be. Still, I wasn't. It was like I was watching everything happen to someone else. My mind was working through all of the mystery, but emotionally I was numb

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[_wes_pryce_]

I'd finally gotten rid of that git, McDonald. I mean, really, there's only so much *hovering* and *groveling* I can take. I don't care if this his Hell, and he's playing by there rules. I don't like it when people are afraid of me, or of what I am. I may be the liaison here, that doesn't mean I'll go around slashing down people left and right without a good reason. Not, mind you, that some of them around here didn't have a good reason to be slashed down

[qwahazahn]

"What the bloody blazes do you want now?!"

Frying pan. Fire. What more was there to say?

Well, besides the fact that I definately recognized that voice. And I definately did not want to be face to face with the man behind it. Not yet, at least.

I could shut the door, mumble, and run off. It had the potential to work. But I couldn't even face myself if I scampered off like a wild animal.

I let the door swing open, steeling my gaze. "Well, I thought you would've been away by now. So sorry, I didn't mean to knock on your door. I just got a bit turned around,is all."

Well, there is some saying about murderer and victim being linked. I guess that's my bad luck.

[_wes_pryce_]

I freeze and keep staring down when the voice I hear wafting through my office isn't the one of Lindsey McDonald. It's a familiar voice however. A very familiar one to be exact. My once nemesis. The person who killed Fred so he could worsehip Illyria. The mn I shot...and killed. And how odd is it, that I still don't feel remorse over that. Eye for an eye and all that crap. Which would be one of the reasons I'm in hell

[qwahazahn]

Now I could honestly say I understood what they meant in all those trashy novels kids used to read in college. 'Tension that can be cut with a knife', huh?

"I suppose I shouldn't be all surprised to find you here as well. I'd ask how you were doing, but I don't really care. Instead I'll ask why you thought I'd be away right now and what you want."

Of course you don't care,jerk. For a white hat, he seemed to care about very little. The sanctity of life, camaraderie, ect.

"Well, didn't you get a promotion?" I grinned at him, "I just got the news today. I didn't think you'd waste your time down in a place like this?" Right, I needed to get away from Merlin. He won the most unstable employee of the year award in my book. "I was looking for C+D division. I thought I'd ask someone in an office around here. I didn't realize this one was yours."