Back at the ranch ((RP for _freaksrus))

The office was empty when Wesley arrived, but then it was after midnight and everyone else in the building save for the maintenance staff were safely home and abed. Not so for the stalwarts of the Endeavour Agency, Wesley thought. Neither rain nor snow nor rain of fire...

Unlocking the door to his office, the light snapped on automatically, startling him for a moment. Laughing ruefully at his own jumpiness, he shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it on a peg. After hours of trudging through the downtown demon bars, he'd turned up almost nothing on the demons whose human sacrifice they'd interrupted. Unfortunately, the skirmish had left none of the unusual demons alive, and so Wesley and the others had been forced to use more direct methods of investigation.

Wesley was just unlocking the safe behind his desk when he heard the outer door open. He held his breath and let his right hand stray toward one of his pistols for a moment, then relaxed once he recognized the newcomer: Gwen.

"I hope you had better luck than I did," he called out to her.