Chapter 13, Part 4
“Christ on a cracker Angel,” I said, surveying the scene in awe.
“It’s been a long week James. I’ve spent most of my time training and disciplining my team.” Angel replied, anger starting to surface again as she slipped in front of me and tried to herd me out of the room.
The room was in shambles, bags and boxes of clothing were scattered all around what I could only assume was her bedroom. A laundry basket sat next to a bed, the clothes inside neatly folded while a variety of clothing ranging from underthings to rumpled suits were strewn about the place. Walking in the room would have been an exercise in futility had it not been for the neatly carved paths in the debris that seemed to go from the door to the bed and then to the bathroom.
Even with the evidence in front of me, I couldn’t believe that “all business Angel” was a closet slob. I was about to say something hilarious and mildly demeaning to her about it when she kneed me in the crotch, using the new-found leverage to push me from the room and latch the door behind her. Once my head cleared and the pain subsided I looked her in the eyes and said “Maid service take a vacation?”
She pushed me again and strode over to her desk, reaching into a drawer to pull out a mug and blood bag. While pouring the bag, she reached in again and pulled out a bottle of vodka, topping the blood off with it and stirring it with her finger.
I couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts when she licked it clean.
“So now that you’ve completely invaded my privacy, what’s your other reason for breaking in here?”
“You mentioned that my file had personality profiles and background information.” I shrugged and sat on the edge of her desk. ”I wanted to see what they said about me, see how much they’ve kept track of me. Plus if they were keeping too close an eye on me, it could tell me who I need to keep a look out for.”
“So you thought it was a good idea to just waltz into a place, with no idea of the layout or local procedures disguised as a high ranking officer? A place that you suspected has people on retainer who act like you did in the middle ages? That was a solid plan James. What if you’d been caught? Or worse, what if you’d had a run-in with the real Benji?
“What then? Would you have tried to fight your way out James? Because we run exercises all the time for break-ins. Those stairs take a long time to climb when you’re being shot at.”
I glared at her for a second before snatching the vodka-blood from her hands and taking a swig. It had a harsher bite than I preferred but was otherwise pretty tasty. ”I never said it was a good idea. I just wanted answers. When I want something I don’t think I just act.”
“Next time you want answers. Just call me.” She handed me two cards from her desk, one was a business card similar in style to the one I’d discovered when I turned her, only this one had a phone number and email address. The other was a laminated badge with the words ‘D7 Ombra Consultant’ it had a name and picture on it too.
“Who’s Dvorak?” I asked, holding the badge up.
“That’s you. Or at least what you’ll look like if you ever come back here. He ‘disappeared’ a few days ago.”
“Disappeared?”
“Well, more like was the victim of badly aimed teleportation spell. All we could find were the clothes he was wearing. I kept the badge in case he ever showed up again. Now hurry up and put your skin on Dvorak. You’re going home so I can clean my room.”
I wonder, does Sector 7 know that she is a vamp now? That’s funny poor Angel will not live it down that he saw her room trashed. I wouldn’t belive it either.
I think, given the appearently less strict views toward “Ombra Agents” and her requisition for a steel badege to replace the silver one, its a high possibility they know, or suspect.
Yes, Department 7 is aware of her revised status as an Ombra. They aren’t happy about it, but the advantage is that she doesn’t have to hunt.
Virgin’s blood, insects, and organs deemed unsuitable for transplant (to name a few) are all available in the D7 cafeteria to help cater to the varying dietary requirements of Ombra agents.
And if you see this Mr. B… I’m sure there’s a sponge in that room somewhere.
The real question once they know is whether they think she’s still controlled by someone. And how they plan to handle it. She’s smart though so possibly she came up with a very convincing story.
Angel (or her knee at least) has distinct thoughts about respect for one’s sire.
Respect for her sire isn’t something that runs very strongly in James’ line. Don’t forget how he reacted when he was turned.
Hah, my incredible powers of deduction but the sponge in there. Take that “physics”!!!