The Lucien Files I
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series and the Dresden Files are all owned by their respective copyright owners. None of whom are me. Tales from Oracle Securities
Chapter 8: The Lucien Files ISan Francisco International Airport
12:07 pm, July 15th, 2003
Wesley found Faith right where he expected her, just outside the main building of the airport, smoking a cigarette. Wesley approached her, and Faith turned towards the sound of his footsteps. She took a long drag on her cigarette. “Wesley.”
“Faith.” Wesley nodded.
Crushing the remainder of the coffin nail underneath the heel of her boot, Faith looked directly at her one-time-Watcher. “So what's the big evil that's going down here? So bad you needed to call in a Slayer. Kind of got the impression that you didn't want much of anything to do with me. Or any of the Slayers, or this 'New Watchers Council' thing in general, either.” She rolled her eyes. “they still haven't figured out a new name. I think Xander's vote was for 'The Justice League'”
“I believe DC Comics would have something to say about that choice of name.” Wesley remarked dryly. “And yes, in a perfect world, you and I would never have to come into contact again, under any circumstances. Unfortunately, we do not live in a perfect world, as evidence by this.” He gestured between the both of them.
“Like I've said before Wes, you really do know how to make a girl feel appreciated.”
“Wesley just drawled in response. “If you need me to make you feel appreciated, then you problems are rather far-gone and insurmountable, no?”
“I can just get back into the airport, get on a plane and fly back. It was your money that brought me out here. I'm not in any mood for your budding psychopath games, so why am I here?”
“Rather rich to call someone else a psychopath, Faith, no?” Wesley pointed out cooly.
“Recovering psychopath here, actually.” She said with a smirk. “I'd give you some tips on how to get better, but frankly, you're hotter when you're a bit crazy.”
“I don't know if I should be offended or not.” Wesley cocked his head, as it to consider the answer. “As for why you're here, we don't live in a perfect world. Consequently, I find myself in need of you and your skills.”
“Why not bring some of your people from Chicago with you. Why me in particular?”
“Because as useful as my people are, you are much better in a fight than any one of them and neither of us will be able to bring in any weapons where we're going.”
“I'm already not liking the sound of this. What's the details?”
“A man named Lucien Drake leads a cult of around a thousand. Most of them are scattered along the West Coast in small groups of ten to twenty, but there's a core of two hundred and fifty living in a compound not far from San Francisco. Normally, a cult wouldn't be my problem. Most of them are harmless, supernaturally speaking. Unfortunately, these ones are. They're stockpiling black magics and the way they're getting them is particularly objectionable to anyone.” He paused, as if for dramatic effect. “He's murdering the babies of his cultists, and whatever infants he can arrange to be stolen. Sacrifices to a number of powerful demons in exchange for power.”
“But neither of us can bring weapons when we take down this sick bastard? How is that going down? What's the plan?”
“We walk right into his compound.”
“Okay. Stupid plan. High on the suicide. What am I missing?”
“I have an appointment. Apparently, he owes me a favor.”
“How to you make a baby-murdering cult leader owe you a favor?”
“When you kill his sister, who is trying to raise an ancient demon lord specifically gain the power she needs to kill him. Its complicated. Apparently, he found out I was responsible for Jacinta's death. Gave me a perfect opening. He wants to thank me. Personally.”
“Okay, so we walk in, unarmed, and have a chat. Then what? If this guy's human, I'm not killing him. Beat the crap out of him, sure. Break some bones, definitely. But I will never, ever kill a human again.”
“I light the room on fire on the way out.” Wesley explained. “Can't kill him directly – I don't want the Wardens on my ass – but technically, if I do it right, lighting the room on fire while he's unconscious and immobilized from what someone else did to him...its pedantry of the highest order -”
“And right out of Wolfram and Hart's playbook.” Faith point out.
“Lilah may have rubbed off on me, I suppose?”
“Lilah? The one who tried to hire me to kill Angel?”
“Did. And yes. Oh, did I mention? Lilah and I are lovers.” Wesley smirked. “Too strong a word, really. What is the term...fuck buddies?”
“You're sleeping with the enemy?”
“Pretty much.” Wesley admitted. “Neither of us would hesitate to stab the other in their sleep if we felt the need...but until then, who says we can't enjoy ourselves?”
Faith looked at him, blinked once, then just shook her head. Wesley had come a long way from what he'd been, in just a few years. From completely useless idiot to...
Well, a hot, probably psycho guy. With a kill count, of humans, higher than hers, almost certainly. Now if only he'd been this hot when he first showed up in Sunnydale...
She laughed a little internally, then shrugged. “What the hell. Its your swiss-cheese plan. If it gets me killed, I'll haunt you until you die.”
“And if we both die?”
“Then my ghost will slay your ghost's ass.” Faith replied. “So, when is the meeting.”
“Tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, we have a hotel penthouse for the night.” Wesley rolled his eyes. “Don't look at me like that. I got it so it could be warded against attack. Penthouses have at least something of a threshold, and it will be easier to ward the penthouse than it would be to ward two separate hotel rooms. We'll have plenty of room to stay away from eachother.”Next Time, on Tales From Oracle Securities: Faith may be out of Cleveland and Wesley out of Chicago, but it doesn't mean things are going to stay quiet while they're gone. The grisly murder of a witness pulls Harry Dresden, Karrin Murphy, Mark Farrel and Abigail St. Pierre into the same case, and Wolfram and Hart won't be giving this one up without a fight.