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Part two.....


The terminal at Monterey Peninsula Airport was
crowded with travelers.

Buffy hadn't been on a plane since the horrors of
9/11 had occurred, and she found things to be quite
different. For one thing, security was unbelievably
tight. Everybody was searched and re-searched, then
run through a metal detector by airline employees
who seemed to be viewing each passenger as a
potential terrorist.

After removing all of her jewelry and dropping her
keys in the little dish, her tote bag still set off the
alarm. She was unceremoniously hauled to one side,
and made to dump the contents out for inspection.Her
antique silver compact turned out to be the culprit.

Buffy was beginning to wonder if she would have to
provide a hair sample and a pap smear in order to get
through security. She stared at the wall clock, knowing
she'd have to sprint through the airport to catch her
flight, and that action in itself would probably bring
another avalanche of security guards down on her.

Finally, when she'd reached the point where she was
ready to begin knocking heads together, she was allowed
to proceed. Forcing herself not to run like a lunatic, she
made it to the gate in time to be the very last passenger
boarded.

As the plane ascended, the hassles of travel began
to fade from her mind, and the anger that had been
fueling her actions returned in full force. She stared
out the window, one thought reverberating over and
over again in her head...**This time, I'm gonna kill that
damn vampire**

*********************************************

She stepped out of the terminal at LAX, into a patch
of hot sunshine. Unfortunately, by this time, she was
so used to overcast skies and chilly weather, that she
recoiled from the glare, fumbling in her bag for a pair
of sunglasses.

A taxi pulled up to the curb, and she flagged it down.

Yanking open the door, she practically fell into the
back seat of the cab. The driver hardly gave her time
to close the door behind her before he swung the taxi
out into the traffic pattern.

"Where to, young lady?" he inquired, checking her
out in his rear view.

"1127 Spring Street in Los Angeles," Buffy
replied, reading from a scrap of paper. "It's a law
firm...Wolfram and Hart."

The driver nodded. "Know it well. About fifteen minutes
from here."

"Good," Buffy said quietly, crumpling the paper in a
fiercely clenched fist. "Cause I can't wait to get
there."

***********************************************

It actually only took twelve minutes.

As the cab pulled up in front of the building, Buffy's hand
was already opening her door. She tossed a twenty
dollar bill into the front seat, and stepped out onto the
sidewalk.

Craning her neck back, she stared up...up...up.

It was a huge stone and steel monolith of a building,
at least fifteen floors. It blended perfectly with the
other buildings lining the street, clearly announcing the
fact that this was a high priced set up.

The black marble facade boasted a tasteful sign in
thick gold script...Wolfram and Hart Ltd...
followed by the street address.

Taking a firm hold on her temper, Buffy shoved open
the glass doors and walked inside.

Ignoring the reception desk, she headed straight for
a bank of elevators. Two security guards followed
behind her, but she was in no mood to deal with any
more questions or demands. She walked onto the
elevator and punched the button for the floor she
wanted, glaring at the approaching men in a way that
meant serious business if they even thought of trying
to stop her.

"Buffy Summers," she announced, as the doors began
to slide smoothly shut. "Feel free to call your boss and
tell him I'm on my way up."

*****************************************

The ride was smooth and silent, with only the
changing floor numbers giving any indication of
movement.

The bell dinged melodically, and the double
doors opened out into a lobby area. Buffy stepped
off the elevator, her shoes sinking into plush beige
carpeting.

On one side of the lobby, there was a reception desk
and standing behind it was....

She blinked hard, tugging off her sunglasses and
pushing them into her bag.

No, her eyes weren't fooling her. Harmony Kendall
was still there, staring back at her with a huge cow-
eyed look that made Buffy want to slap her silly.

Just the sight of the female vamp angered the slayer,
bringing back every transgression the stupid bitch had
ever committed.

A door suddenly opened on the other side of the
desk, giving Buffy a brand new target for her rage.

The minute she saw him, she dropped her bag and
crossed the room towards him at a quick pace.

When he looked up from a stack of papers in his
hand and spotted her, his eyes widened and his lips
silently formed her name.

Disregarding any insipid greeting he was in the
process of giving her, she grabbed hold of his shirt and
shoved him up against the wall, furious all over again
at his deception.

Pinning him to the marble, like a bug on a hat pin,
she glared up into his surprised face, her eyes
flashing and sparking with rage.

Without giving him the chance to speak, she
practically screamed the words at him....

"WHERE IS HE??!!"



TBC.....
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