Sitting in the Bottom Floor of the Hyperion

[wes_the_watcher]

Since Angel left us, I haven't been so sure of what to do around here. I'm technically the leader of Angel Investigations now, but things have been kind of quiet over this summer. Good for the world, but, as Cordelia would say, bad for business. We really weren't making any money as of late. I had pulled into the last little bit of my meager

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[cordy_chase1]

Cordelia sat at the front desk, sighing softly as she tried to focus on her nails. Unfortunately, because of their lack of paying clients and their extreme lack of money to pay the bills, they'd agreed to keep the air conditioner turned off.

Los Angeles in mid-July with no A.C. didn't make for the most pleasant of environments. Between that and how quiet things had been, she couldn't help but feel tense. It had been three and a half weeks since her last vision, and while she was grateful for the break, she couldn't help but fear that something big was on the horizon.

Or maybe she was just being pessimistic. She glanced over to where Wesley was seated, concentrating on some translation thing. She set her nail file down and rose to her feet. "Coffee?"

[wes_the_watcher]

Both of them had been sweating for a while. Of course, with the air off, they were bond to do such a thing. They had tried to keep doors and windows open to counter-act the nasty, stale, hot air that was floating around the hotel, but it didn't seem to be doing all that much good at the moment.

"Coffee?" It took him a second to pull away from the translation he was working on to come back to reality. "Oh, yes, thank you." Cordelia's coffee was just plain awful, but at least it would give her something to do. He might just not drink it at the moment. It really was too hot for coffee, anyway.

He pushed the translation aside and rubbed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't sure if he could keep concentrating on it right now.

[cordy_chase1]

She nodded a little and moved over toward the coffee pot. "Maybe if we turn off some of the lights it would help keep it cooler in here." She poured two cups of coffee and then moved to the fridge, opening the freezer and plucking a couple of ice cubes out of the tray.

She dropped them into the coffee mugs and moved over to his desk. "How's the translation coming?"

[wes_the_watcher]

"That might help," he said to her. "I'm pretty sure anything would help right now." If they had the extra money, he might suggest that they buy some fans to set up around there. However, that was not the case.

"The translation is coming along fine. It's just hard to concentrate with the heat," he admitted to her. "Hopefully it will bring in some money, though."

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[cordy_chase1]

Cordelia leaned against the bathroom sink after swallowing down three Vicodin, her face flushed. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked like hell.

"Great," she muttered, splashing some cold water on her face and then drying it off with a towel. She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to look as normal as possible before heading out of the bathroom. She caught sight of Wesley and Gunn coming down the stairs just as she knelt on the floor and began to pick up the broken remnants of her coffee mug.

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[wes_the_watcher]

When they came down the stairs, Cordelia was on the floor, picking up the pieces of the coffee mug. "Don't worry about that," Wesley said as Gunn bent down to help her out.

Wesley walked over to his shelf of books and pulled one of the books off of it. After going through it for a few minutes, he found the demon in question. "It seems that the usual slice and dice will work on this creature," he said, shutting the book. "Do you know how long we have, Cordelia?"

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[cordy_chase1]

Cordelia leaned back against the desk, closing her eyes and searching through the images still haunting her mind, a faint grimace appearing on her lips. "She's dead by six." Swallowing hard, she looked up at him, holding her breath as she fought the urge to cry.

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[wes_the_watcher]

He nodded and looked at his watch. It was almost four right now. "We don't have that much time, then," Wesley said, heading over to the weapons cabinet. He looked Cordelia over for a moment. "We're going to do everything we can to save her," he said. He knew better than to promise that they would, but he would try with everything that he had.