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Giles stared silently at the man sitting across from him. They were sitting in a small coffee shop.
“Quintin.” He said.
“Let’s dispense with the fake pleasantries shall we? Why are you here?”
Travers pushed a paper across the table to Giles. “A… unique prophecy showed up. And we’re not currently familiar with the reference. I thought you might be able to make use of it.”
Giles picked up the paper and started to read.
“In every generation, there is an obscure one born on the mouth of hell. He alone will annoy the forces of evil…”
Travers sighed after Giles put the paper down. “The original translation was done by one of our more enterprising watchers in training. He has since been sent back for more.”
“Yes. It seems that he translated it as In Every Generation, A Zeppo is born.”
Giles blinked. “Either way, I’m not familiar with it.”
Travers nodded and stood up. “Well, since it doesn’t involve the end of the world or a slayer…”
Giles adjusted his glasses. “You decided to… lay it on me? As the Americans tend to say.”
Travers nodded. “I see you understand me.” Then he walked out.
Giles stared out the window for a second. Then he closed his eyes. “There is only one person I know of who matches this…” Then he picked up the paper and ripped it to shreds.
As he walked out of the shop, he tossed the pieces into three different trash cans. “And there is no way that I’ll tell him… I’d never hear the end of it.”
Giles got in his car and drove away.
Across town, Xander was getting another round of doughnuts.