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[exiledwatcher]

As a professionally trained watcher, one learns to multitask a number of things. The training and safekeeping of the slayer, knowledge of demons and magics, weapons skills, etcetera, etcetera. However, I hadn't been a watcher in quite sometime, which leads to the current skill set which I manage oh so very well

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[chosen_connor]

The hours seemed to crawl by SO slowly, but wasn't that always the way when you were waiting on someone...or waiting on something that was bound to be a big event...or perhaps both.

But it was finally the hour, and as I approach the Hospital, I find Wesley calmly parked on a bench thumbing through the local newspapers. Seeing him there like that gave me the brief vision of what he may be like in his older years, a stately, yet stodgy old Brit, reading his papers in the park and perhaps giving bread to birds.

That is, if he survived that long. I hate to be fatalistic, but people in our line don't exactly have long shelf lives.

I approach the bench slowly, as not to startle, and then plop down next to him.

"What's it like to be a free man, Mr. Pryce?"

[exiledwatcher]

There had been a time his sudden arrival would have surprised me, overwhelmed my senses as I'd been focused on an article regarding Angel's recent acheivements

[aknightforhire]

I settled down in the shadows and watched Wesley for several minutes, trying to puzzle out the information I had now. Wesley was alive. He had never called me, never spoken to me. He was spending time with Connor - with my son - and he was visiting Wolfram and Hart. What did it mean.

And then, Connor appeared. In the living flesh, walking through the day with the same confident swagger. My heart swelled.

For a moment, I considered stepping out of the shadows to greet them both, but ... something held me back. Fear of destroying my delusion, perhaps, or just plain ... fear. What was Wesley doing consorting with Wolfram and Hart?

I was pleased with myself for choosing a hiding spot that was down-wind of Connor. If he couldn't smell me, couldn't see me, he wouldn't notice me. I lowered myself down into the bushes, and watched.

[chosen_connor]

"Wow, that is a pretty hefty campaign he seems to be waging against the forces of darkness...though, I'm not realy sure giant bees count as the forces of darkness. Perhaps the forces of honey?"

Ok, jokes...never my strong suit. There was a reason I didn't make them regularly.

I lean over and snag a paper from the stack that Wesley had sitting next to him and thumb through.

"This article indicates he stopped these vampires on the west side of town, but the one I showed you earlier today was a sighting near the park. If anything, he doesn't give us a very narrow field in which to track him down."

I throw the paper back on the stack and turn and look at Wes. This was frustrating. I should have been able to track him by now. Had I been out of the action this long that I needed the help of a defunct Watcher to get my own father?

"Frankly, without you, Gunn, and Fred to back him uo, I'm a little impressed at his ability to network his crime fighting city wide. But that begs the important question: Where do we start?"