Disclaimer: Lindsey belongs to Crack-Head Joss and ME, and I believe his visitor was created by James Robinson, although he may now belong to Marvel Comics.
Time Frame: A few days following to the 'Angel the Series' season one episode, "To Shanshu In L.A."
Character Bashing: None.
Feedback: Of course!
Archiving: Talk to me first, please.
Author’s Note 1: This is unbeta'd since the plot bunny attacked me late yesterday, and this is the first chance I've had to actually work on it.
Wolfram and Hart Offices
Los Angeles, CA
Lindsey McDonald looked up at the intercom connection of his desk phone chimed and he heard his secretary's voice announcing, "Excuse me, Mr. McDonald, but your two o'clock appointment is here, sir."
He cursed under his breath as he went to hit the reply button and his prosthetic hand fumbled across the keypad, accidentally punching the wrong button before he managed to depress the correct one.
"Thanks, Dorothy," he forced a smile into his voice as he responded to her notification. "You can send him in now."
He clumsily closed the folders lying open on his desk using his left hand as the door to his office swung open and a smirking, dark-haired and bearded man strolled in.
"Hello, hi, howdy, Mr. McDonald," he smiled at Lindsey as he gave him an evaluating glance.
"I understand from some of my various business associates that you might have a job you're interested in subcontracting out," he went on as he dropped into the client's chair in front of Lindsey's desk.
"As it happens, I do have some work I'd like to see taken care of, Mr. Rafferty," Lindsey nodded, a vicious, shark-like smile on his face as he examined his visitor with an equally probing look.
"You've managed to develop quite a reputation for yourself over the past four years," Lindsey commented as he opened an unlabeled manila folder lying in front of him, to reveal an eight by ten photo of his visitor lying atop several typewritten sheets. "Especially when it comes to dealing with – let's call them, enhanced opponents."
"Yes, I have," Rafferty nodded nonchalantly as he slumped back in the chair and gave Lindsey another arrogant smile.
"And that's because I'm very, very good at what I do. Normal humans just really aren't much of a challenge anymore," he declared indifferently.
"So, let's skip all the flattering words about how good I am, since we both know I'm one of the best and let's get down to business, then, all right?" Rafferty said. "Exactly who is it you want me to kill?"
"Have you ever heard of a vampire cursed with a soul?" Lindsey inquired.
"His name is Angel…"
If anyone would like to pick this plot bunny up and run with it, feel free to do so. Just let me know what you're doing, so I can follow the story.
And more information about Rafferty can be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rafferty_(comics)