The Wolfram & Hart Special Collections department wasn’t in the main tower. It was in a separate, windowless building downtown. It looked like a bank vault. Angel knew going in was a trap. But he was done playing defense.
“This is a terrible idea,” Wesley said, for the tenth time, as they sat in the car across the street.
“Probably,” Angel agreed. “But they have Mona. And they’re sending a message. We need to send one back.”
His plan was simple. Distraction and extraction. Gunn would cause a problem at the main power station two blocks away. The building had backup generators, but it would cause confusion. Wesley and Cordelia would hack the building’s security feed from a van (Wesley had been studying). Angel would go in the front door.
“What about the ‘willingly given life’ debt?” Cor
