(no subject)
It's a peaceful trip out of the holding dimension. Crickets chirp. All the lights are out in the houses lining the suburban streets. The "families" inside have settled down to sleep, and the keepers have retreated to their home dimensions for a time. The near-silence makes for an opportunity to consider Gunn's non-response to my generous offers of freedom.
The medalion meant to be binding the Wrath right about now skids across leather as I toss it aside onto the passenger seat.
Soon I'm driving through Los Angeles again. I head back for the office and pull into the parking garage, parking in the space reserved for Angel's liaison. I lock my car by remote as an afterthought as I walk from it to the bank of elevators just ahead.
If the attention I spare on such mundane details is diminished, my focus on my destination is tripled as the doors to one elevator slide open... And the two passengers behind them become visible.
Well, well, well...
Just when I thought watching Wyndam-Pryce become one with Angel's potted plant was going to be the upside of my evening, I catch MacDonald taking an unsupervised trip down to the parking lot with-
Yes, I do believe that is my predecessor, Eve.
Someone needs to talk to Angel's people about the proper way to carry out a rescue attempt.