November 8th, 2005

tank girl


CypherAndrew could clearly hear the girls rummaging through his office. So much for their skills in stealth. They sounded like a small herd of elephants.

He decided to call their game when the whispered argument turned to demon scripts. He rattled his key in the lock and chuckled quietly to himself at their panicked departure through the other door.

Picking up his Watcher's diary, Andrew thumbed through it. He'd known the junior Slayers would try to sneak a peek sooner or later and had written it in code. He just didn't expect that knowing Klingon would come in so handy.


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