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Mar. 9th, 2006 12:22 amSomewhere in a suburb of Los Angeles
The thing about taking out a nest of vampires is that it's their nest. Their territory; they've got the advantage of the home turf. They know what the lines of sight are, where the cover is, and they'll use it.
The thing about being on a team with fighters like Angel and Spike and Gunn is that not having the home turf advantage doesn't mean you lose. It just means the fight takes a while longer.
The five of them are looking through the house, checking for imprisoned victims, appropriating weapons and anything else useful, when a sudden delighted whoop (Gunn's voice) comes up from the garage. They converge, and discover the source of Gunn's elation.
"Wasn't I just sayin' we needed wheels?"
It's a large dark-blue van, big enough to seat eight. And it's got custom-made polarized glass windows.
"Right." Angel turns away from the van, a purposeful light in his eye. "We can hole up here for the next day or two. Get the supplies we need." Beat. "Then we're gone."
Andrew and Jonathan exchange glances, and Andrew's the one who says it aloud: "Where're we going?"
"Not sure yet. Out of California, though."
Yes. Andrew's hand clenches in silent triumph. He didn't dispute the we.
We're in.
The thing about taking out a nest of vampires is that it's their nest. Their territory; they've got the advantage of the home turf. They know what the lines of sight are, where the cover is, and they'll use it.
The thing about being on a team with fighters like Angel and Spike and Gunn is that not having the home turf advantage doesn't mean you lose. It just means the fight takes a while longer.
The five of them are looking through the house, checking for imprisoned victims, appropriating weapons and anything else useful, when a sudden delighted whoop (Gunn's voice) comes up from the garage. They converge, and discover the source of Gunn's elation.
"Wasn't I just sayin' we needed wheels?"
It's a large dark-blue van, big enough to seat eight. And it's got custom-made polarized glass windows.
"Right." Angel turns away from the van, a purposeful light in his eye. "We can hole up here for the next day or two. Get the supplies we need." Beat. "Then we're gone."
Andrew and Jonathan exchange glances, and Andrew's the one who says it aloud: "Where're we going?"
"Not sure yet. Out of California, though."
Yes. Andrew's hand clenches in silent triumph. He didn't dispute the we.
We're in.
