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Summary: When there are crimes the police can't face, Angel and his team are on the case. At a run they will roam through the town they call home, making the wide world a better place.

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Literature > Horror(Current Donor)ShieldageFR152450015525 Aug 098 May 10No

Sloth

BtVs by Whedon & M.E.



With Angel weak, on the bed laid out,
Wesley and Fred went on a stakeout.
As drugs were in fashion,
they'd be party crashin'
once Fred came back with the take-out.

Answering the door was the buyer.
The smart-dressed one was the supplier,
The guard wore, above jeans,
a jacket showing greens
along the words: 'Where there's smoke there's fire.'

The waiting Wesley began to doze,
but snapped to when he heard the door close.
Camera frames were spent
on the two as they went,
the seller stuffing cash in his clothes.

Through the town the two cut a wide swath.
The guard's hands were covered in cloth.
Though sun they'd outlasted
his dark shades contrasted
with an amulet shaped like a moth.

Wesley watched with eyes that were wary,
seeing no bags for them to carry.
A thought brought forth chortles
at them making portals
in the time in each house they'd tarry.

Fred came back to the car with coffee
and six donuts sprinkled with toffee.
"Felt the stereotype."
She gave the lid a wipe
and said: "Careful, your drink's all frothy."

Wesley couldn't say how they did it.
Their clothes were tight with no room to fit
the large bundles of drugs
that those two bulky lugs
must have from what their clients remit.

That night, talking work over dinner,
Fred laid pictures outer to inner.
"It is weird but it's clear,
from what we can see here
that the guard grew taller and thinner."

At home, the shaman had his guard sit
with words to make it inanimate.
He moved the jacket wide
from the pot golem's side,
tore some herb off the chest and smoked it.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Vice" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 8 May 10.

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