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milliways_bar2009-11-22 11:31 pm
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The front door opens, and in steps Andrew Wells, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly slumped.
He's got a note to leave -- but it turns out the intended recepient is already here.
After that conversation, Andrew finds himself in a somewhat better mood -- right up until he reads the note that's been left for him since he was last here.
He's sitting at the bar reading it. Feel free to interrupt him; it's not like the words have changed since the last three times he read it.
[ETA: Mun has gone to bed. Thread is open until it scrolls off the front page.]
He's got a note to leave -- but it turns out the intended recepient is already here.
After that conversation, Andrew finds himself in a somewhat better mood -- right up until he reads the note that's been left for him since he was last here.
He's sitting at the bar reading it. Feel free to interrupt him; it's not like the words have changed since the last three times he read it.
[ETA: Mun has gone to bed. Thread is open until it scrolls off the front page.]
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Everything about him is intent and focused.
"-- seems like they're not gonna be the most useful minions around here."
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His stomach's starting to tighten and twist into a knot, and it's a conscious effort to keep his breathing even.
"They won't be."
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He keeps it level; keeps it steady; keeps it matter-of-fact.
"So I guess we better figure out who it's gonna target."
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"It'll target people it thinks it can manipulate. If it's coming here after Buffy, it'll target people close to her. People she trusts."
Watch her back, the note said.
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A beat. Sam meets his eyes, and doesn't look away.
"And if it's after you?"
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He doesn't drop his gaze.
"Same --" He clears his throat. "Same deal. People close to me."
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"It's gonna have a hard time. You know that, right?"
A beat.
"And if this is some kind of practical joke that someone's playing on you, they're gonna regret it."
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"Sam ... if this is the real deal? The First is good at what it does. Believe me."
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A beat, and Sam gives Andrew a wry smile and quips,
"Guess handshakes are gonna come back in style."
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And then Andrew returns the smile, and holds out a hand.
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