Barney stumbled out of the bar, half full beer bottle in
hand. He was completely drunk, his prefered state of
mind. Too bad the bartender back there wouldn't serve him
any more beer. What kind of bartender was he, anyway? The
beer wasn't even very potent. Back in Springfield, Moe
would just keep serving him better beer than this stuff.
Leaning against a lightpole, he watched a beat up taxi
roll by. Right behind it, a big red dragon galloped with
a pretty girl riding its back.
Barney eyed his beer bottle suspiciously.
When he looked up, the dragon was gone, but he saw half a
skeleton float by.
Barney looked at his beer bottle again.
When he looked up again, the street was empty. Huh. Maybe
this beer was more potent than he thought. He took
another gulp from the bottle. Maybe there wass more in
"Ah, home sweet home," Doyle said grandly.
"It's a warehouse, fool," B.A. grumbled.
"To you and me maybe," Doyle replied unperterbed. "But
to Arokh, it's roomy and better heated than a cave. And
why are you in a bad mood?"
"My taxi's wrecked," B.A. complained indicating the dents
and cracked windshield. "It's goin' to take me a while to
fix all this."
"Hey, I know a good mechanic," Doyle said. "Isn't that
"I don't know," Angel said. "I haven't got my car back."
"Hrm, that Death Mage said that his master wanted the
Runeblade," Arokh told Rynn and Hercules as Angel
rejoined them. "No doubt this master will try to seize
the Runeblade again."
"Who is this mysterious master?" Rynn wondered aloud. "It
couldn't be Navaros could it? We killed him." She paused
for a moment. "We did kill him didn't we?"
"In my experience, sometimes dead bad guys don't stay
dead," Sorbo mused aloud.
"Where did you get that kind of experience, Mr. Sorbo?"
Angel asked curious.
"Where have Doyle and the Mr. Baracus gone?" Arokh
"Oh, uh, Doyle took him to get his taxi fixed," Angel
"Rynn, perhaps we should make plans for our next
encounter with minions of the Dark Union," Arokh
Rynn looked at Arokh bewildered. She knew he wasn't fond
of Angel, but since when was he deliberately rude? "I've
been thinking about that," Rynn said slowly. "I don't
think we can stay in this world. We should really get
back to Drakan."
"How?" Arokh asked. "The Runeblade can open an existing
Rift, but not create a Rift out of nothing."
"Well, I can personally attest that there are some on
Earth here and there," Sorbo put in.
"How do you know that?" Angel asked. There was more to
Kevin Sorbo than being an actor.
"I had my sciptwriters use some of them on my show." That
was a neat nonanswer.
"Maybe I can use the Runeblade to locate a nearby Rift,"
Rynn thought aloud. She pulled out the Runeblade and
concentrated her gaze on the Void Crystal that formed its
pommel. "Yes...yes, there is a Rift. It's a distance
away, to the north, but I think Arokh can fly there in a
"Then we must be on our way immediately," Arokh said.
"This is all?" Kate Lockley asked the police officer.
"Yes, detective," the officer replied. "We got reports
of some kind of fight took place here with several people
killed. But all we found were these."
Kate examined the Dark Scimitar. It was made from some
black metal and inscribed with undecipherable red runes.
She also noticed something else.
"These aren't going to fit in the standard sandwich bags
are they?" she asked.
"Excuse me, Detective Lockley?" Kate turned to see a pair
of suits approach her, obvious government types.
"That's me. Can I help you gentlemen?" Kate asked
cautiously. You never knew with feds.
"Yes I'm Agent Black, Division Six," the first suit said.
He was a middle aged caucasian. The other was a younger
black man, probably his partner. "This is Agent White."
Even to Kate, that was obviously not their real names.
"Can you tell us what happened here?"
As Kate related what she knew, she wondered who these two
really worked for. For that matter, what the hell was
Then she forgot about it.
"Angel," Rynn said. "I just wanted to thank you..."
"No thanks necessary, Rynn," Angel told her. "It's what I
do. I...have alot to make up for."
"So Doyle said." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on
his cheek. "But you have my thanks anyway."
"Rynn!" Arokh called impatiently.
"Coming!" she called back. "Anyway, if you're ever in
"IF I'm ever in Drakan, I'd be in serious trouble," Angel
said seriously. Then with a hint of a smile, "but I'll
look you up just the same."
"Rynn!" Arokh called again.
Angel and Kevin Sorbo watched as Arokh vanished into the
L.A. smog. It was one of the more interesting encounters
in his life.
Still there were a few questions he'd like to ask Sorbo.
But when he turned to ask them, Sorbo had vanished.
"Hmm," Angel mused aloud. "So that was it feels like."
"That dragon is soooo inconsiderate," Cordelia complained
as Angel entered the office.
"Really?" Angel prompted.
"Yeah, he left the party early without telling me,"
Cordelia told him. "Do you know how embarrasing that was.
Where is that dragon anyway? I an going to give him a
peice of my mind!"
"Oh, he and Rynn went off to find a Rift," Angel replied,
amused. It was ironic that Cordy was complaining about
Arokh going places without telling her when she took
Arokh to a party without informing Angel.
"What's a Rift?" Cordy asked irritably.
"It's like a flaw in spacetime," Angel said absently. "If
you got the right spells or artifacts, you can open a
passage to another world."
"You mean like the Hellmouth?"
"Yeah, like the..." Angel froze, suddenly realizing
something. Rynn said that there was a Rift to the north.
But Sunnydale was to the north, too.
Angel reached for the phone.
The End...for now...