Wesley stared at the woman, barely able to comprehend what she had said. M sent her? After she'd unceremoniously fired him all those years ago? His face hardened. "I don't work for M anymore. Now if you'll excuse me. He brushed past her into the office, closing the door behind him.
Em? Cordelia wondered. Who the hell was M? She didn't know, but she was going to get an explanation, one way or the other. "Ms. Jordan," she began.
Jinx shook her head. "I don't have time for this," she muttered, heading into the office after Wesley, shutting the door behind her in Cordelia's face.
"Rude much?" The seer snapped, though she doubted the woman could hear her through the door. She reached for the handle -- she was going in there to get her answers -- but the doorknob wouldn't turn. Locked! The mysterious black lady had locked herself in the office with Wesley. There was no telling what she could be trying to do to him. What if he needed help?
"Oh no you don't," Cordelia murmured. No one threatened her friend, not in their place of business. She headed for the weapons closet. She was going to get an axe and break the door down if she had to.
Jinx clicked the lock in place behind her as she entered the office. Too bad the Brit hadn't thought about doing that if he'd wanted to avoid her. "Mr. Wyndam-Price…"
"I don't know who you are, or who you think you're dealing with, but you are mistaken -- and out of line." He pointed to the office door. "Now, if you would please show yourself out."
"I need your help," she insisted.
Wesley's stony expression remained unchanged. "I don't care."
"You have to care. You're my only hope." Damn. This guy wasn't budging. She had to find some way to get him to help her, or her mission was over -- and possibly her life along with it. "If you'll just listen…"
"The last time I listened to a 'friend' of M's, I ended up trapped by Hor'goths in a north African jungle. That, of course, was before the higher-ups in the government found out about MI6's pet project, and fired us all without warning." He scowled. "I'm through with the British government, and while you don't seem to be British, if you're associated with them, I'm through with you."
Jinx sighed. This really was turning into a very bad day.
Armed with crossbows, Fred and Gunn had silently crept through the back halls of the Hyperion. They peeked out into the lobby, ready to jump back at the first sign of gunfire, but instead, they saw two dead suit-clad men on the ground, and Cordelia, alive, grabbing an axe from the weapons chest.
"Cordelia!" Fred yelled. "You're alive!"
"And armed for bear," Gunn noted, taking in her large battle axe. "What's going on?"
"Some chick came in looking for Wesley," Cordelia explained, noting that Gunn and Fred followed her as she headed over to the office door. "The guys with guns came looking for her. She shot one, Wesley shot the other. She said something about 'Em' sending her, Wesley shut himself in the office, and she went in after him, locking the door." She glared at her friends. "I don't like that she locked the door."
"Hence the axe," Gunn realized. Cordy was planning on chopping down the office door to get to Wesley.
"She could be a threat," the seer explained. "So I'm going in after him."
"Em?" Fred wondered. "Who's Em? The only Em I've heard of is Auntie Em, but she couldn't be responsible, because she's not real, and she's an elderly lady from Kansas, which would make her an unlikely suspect even if she were real."
Gunn and Cordy stared at the babbling physicist. "Huh?"
"Auntie Em. From 'The Wizard of Oz?' Not a likely suspect," Fred explained.
"Oh," Gunn and Cordy nodded simultaneously. Sometimes Fred could be a little difficult to follow.
"Hey guys, what's going on?"
All three jumped at the sound of Angel's voice. Cordelia whirled on him, pointing her axe in his direction. "Don't do that!"
Angel shrugged. "What's going on? Why are there two dead bodies in the lobby?" He looked around. "And where's Wesley?"
"Wesley's locked in the office with the gun-toting woman who started all this," Cordelia explained, hefting her axe. "Which is why I'm going to break down the door."
"Wait!" Angel held up his hand. No point in causing a large repair bill if she didn't have to, right? "Maybe I can hear what they're saying." He stepped closer to the door, smiling once he realized his super-human hearing could pick up their every word.
“Mr. Wyndam-Price. Wesley,” Jinx began again. “I understand that you’ve had some bad experiences with MI6 in the past, but I can assure you, that’s not going to happen this time. The NSA is fully prepared to offer you whatever support you need if you accept our offer.”
“I’ll give you points for persistence,” Wes offered. “But that’s all I’ll give you. I am not interested in working for MI6, NSA, or anyone involved with either one. Now, if you don’t mind, I will be showing you the way out.”
Jinx grabbed one of Wesley’s arms as he brushed by her, heading for the door.
“Please, Wesley, just listen.” Her voice softened as she spoke. “It’s not just NSA that needs your help. *I* need your help. A good friend, someone who’s saved my life more than once… he’s in trouble. The kind of trouble that most people wouldn’t know how to get out of. The kind of trouble you used to deal with on a daily basis.”
“Ms. Jordan,” he said, not unkindly. “I sympathize with your predicament, but I’m afraid that I have more trouble than I know what do with already, here in Los Angeles. I wish you luck helping your friend, but I simply can’t be of service.
She closed her eyes for a brief pause, before staring straight at Wesley. “He’s not just my friend, he’s yours, too. MI6’s top agent was investigating weapons trafficking when he ran into some unusual suspects. James Bond, has been taken prisoner by Hessen demons. And you’re my only hope for getting him back alive.”