Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction" (both original and fanfiction) where you can search across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
Story Rating:
The Terran Jedi, Chapter 43"They're on the road now. Heading out of town on the Interstate towards the destination we heard him mention. Orders?"
Holland Manners, thought Lilah with a certain amount of delicious malice, was sitting at the table, staring at the speakerphone and was looking rattled – if you knew what the signs were. The plan was not going well. Of course, as she could have told him at the start, the plan hadn't had a leg to stand on. Causing Angel to fall by bringing back Darla had been a standard Holland Manners plan. It had started off initially plausible, but as time had gone on the bill had mounted and the potential return had diminished almost into nothing. A huge amount of time and energy had been expended and all they had to show for it so far was a confused and dying woman who was being driven away from LA by a determined and highly focused vampire with a soul.
The worst thing was that they all knew where Angel was driving her to. It had to be Sunnydale, a place that Wolfram & Hart roundly hated after a string of utter failures.
The question remained why Angel was taking her to the Hellmouth. There had to be better healthcare professionals or even mystical healers in LA. You could buy anything in LA – if, that is, you had the money.
She looked at Holland carefully. He was very close to drumming his fingers on the table, which for him would be an extreme display of worry.
The other person in the room was, of course, not even worth worrying about. Gavin was an excrescence. He was, unfortunately, currently Holland's blue-eyed boy, a post that should have been worrying him given the track record of his predecessors. Three of them were dead and the other, the fetid scumbag McDonald, was a traitor.
Right now however Gavin was sitting on the other side of the table with his eyebrow cocked in what Lilah had labeled as Position Three – fake concern masked by professionalism. He had a number of other positions for his eyebrows, most of which revolved around the amusing concept that he thought he knew things that she didn't. Position ten had recently made an appearance. It signaled the fact that he knew that she knew that he knew something and that he was unhappy about that fact because he didn't know how she knew. Poor Gavin. He was making the mistake that so many others at Wolfram & Hart had made – he thought that he was cunning. In fact he was being blindingly obvious.
The truth of the matter was that she was becoming bored with Wolfram & Hart. The firm was… ruthless when it came to winning cases, willing to do anything at all to win. When it came to the bigger picture… then they were laughably incompetent. Oh, they had politicians who were bought and paid for, they had scientists who could blow the mind of anyone on the Pentagon and they had access to the kind of muscle that had long since had the Mob running scared and in need of clean underwear. But they still couldn't deal with a vampire with a soul and his pathetic group of minions.
Collection Size: 43642 entries (Last Updated: Mon Oct 17 22:44:07 2022)
Note: This uses my personal collection.
The odd quote may only be noteworthy to me but please do use the flag
() button in the quote box
if you see any mis-filed or obviously broken entries.
