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This story is No. 11 in the series "20 Minutes With Booster". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Worthington Industries are having very hush-hush talks with David Nabbit’s companies. Time for the two CEOs to talk face to face. Part of Jinni’s 20 minutes with David Nabbit Challenge.

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Title : Negotiations
Author : Booster
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Worthington Industries are having very hush-hush talks with David Nabbit’s companies. Time for the two CEOs to talk face to face. Part of Jinni’s 20 minutes with David Nabbit Challenge.
Disclaimer : Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Warren Worthington belongs to Marvel Comics.
Setting : Somewhere around Angel season 3.
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, FanFiction.Net, if anyone else wants it, just email and ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Dedicated to : Lucinda Siverling, who does these type of crossovers so much better than me.


Warren Worthington the third stopped outside the door, adjusted his cufflinks in his Brooks Brothers suit, shrugged his shoulders to ease the tension, and twitched his wings out a little fuller behind himself. After all, The Angel must make an entrance wherever he went – even alone in a Worthington Industries meeting with David Nabbit.

Pushing the door aside, he sauntered into the deserted restaurant and towards the large table in the middle where Nabbit and his people were sitting. “Sorry for the delay, David!” he called out, crossing the distance quickly. “I got stuck in traffic. This one pigeon just would not move over.” he added, as he sat down at the big table. The trick with the business meetings he’d found, was to make a joke of his obvious mutant ability, and see how everyone reacted to that. You could tell so much from a person’s instinctive reactions after all. David Nabbit was smiling broadly, obviously enjoying the mental image. Good sign. His associates weren’t. Not a good sign.

One of the waiters, a young black man with no hair, approached as if to offer him a drink, but Warren waved him away, eager to get down to business. “So, gentlemen…. how can Worthington Industries be of assistance to David Nabbit and his companies?”

David Nabbit leaned forward eagerly himself. Warren absently noted that he was wearing a better type of suit than normal – maybe someone had finally got him to change to a better tailor. “Well,” said David, “What we are mainly interested in is the research that Cleeson Labs are performing on gene therapy and DNA manipulation….”

“Enough!” shouted one of Nabbit’s associates, banging his fist down on the table. “There is no way that we will do any business with a filthy mutant! Look at him flaunting it! Laughing in our faces!” Oh dear thought Warren, and things had been looking good up to that point as well.

The man stood up and produced a gun from inside his suit. Pointing it at Warren, he spoke to David Nabbit “David? Are you really convinced to do business with this type of thing?”

David shrank away somewhat from the gun, but still managed to speak in a fairly firm tone “Yes. Business is business, and this deal could open up new areas. So, yes. Definitely.”

“A shame, David.” said the man. “In that case, our long association is now ended, and it makes it easier for us now.” Warren noticed that the other 5 people on Nabbit’s side of the table had also produced guns. Maybe he should have brought some bodyguards, or even an X-man or two. This was going to be dangerous, even for him.

“Obviously,” the man continued, “The mutant killed you before we were able to shoot him – in self defense obviously!” He laughed loudly. Until a chair flew though the air and into his face.

Wha? From the side Warren saw one of the waiters dive across the table and into the pile of armed men and women, sending them flying. Something seemed off about his face. It was almost as if there was some sort of ridged brow – and teeth?! The other waiters piled in now – armed with swords and axes?!? What on earth?

He felt a touch on the arm, and looked up to see David Nabbit. Warren blinked, and decided that for once, he didn’t need to jump in the fight, and instead moved away to the side with Nabbit. “Sorry about that, Warren,” said David, happily watching the fight. “I’d hired those people mainly in case of a mutant super-villain attack or the Friends of Humanity breaking in. I really didn’t expect my management team to do that!” He broke off from the conversation for a moment, and shouted “By the way, you’re all fired!” at the combatants.

Warren, still somewhat in a daze, muttered “So you’ve got nothing against mutants, then?”

“Good god, no!” laughed David. “If I can hire a vampire detective agency to protect me, then mutants should be a walk in the park.”

Vampire? Haven’t Logan mentioned something like that once? Warren peered across the room at the fight curiously, before breaking out into a wide smile. “You know, David” he said happily, “This could be the start of a beautiful partnership.”


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