TM 208 - Four
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prodigalwatcher208 - Four
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queenemma!mun
Traditionally, demons and vampires and other supernatural creatures have been fought with traditional weaponry. Blades and bows, wood and steel against their fangs and claws. Whether this is a case of their visceral, mystical strength being met with the base ability of humanity-- tools and muscle-- or whether it is simply just the way things have been done, it is rare for those in that business to employ the modern tools of war.
Nothing quite establishes for a roomful of demons and vampires that the human means business like the report of a sawed-off shotgun.
Wesley and Faith were on the trail of the escaped Angelus, and having been apart from the Angel Investigations team for some time, Wesley was more than passing familiar with the seedier side of Los Angeles' supernatural community. He knew where to start looking, and that all it would take was perseverance until he and the Slayer found the right head to bash to get their answers. When the Strom demon decided that Wesley was not prepared to back up his threats, the former Watcher pulled the trigger. The front of the demon's head was suddenly missing, and Wesley was quickly putting a new shell in the gun's chamber.
It was the Strom demon's luck that its face would regenerate. Not that Wesley had particularly taken that into consideration.
When a mysterious organization mounted an assault on the Wolfram & Hart offices, it used a cybernetic simulacrum of Wesley's father to infiltrate the building while its flashier and more brutal brethren diverted Wesley and the others. Eventually, though, he did discover the deception. To be more precise, the false Roger Wyndam-Pryce knocked Wesley unconscious; Wesley later tortured one of the cybernetic attackers to learn the truth. On the rooftop of the building, the false Roger confronted Wesley with every weapon in the real father's arsenal. Then, it made the mistake of attempting to hold Fred hostage.
Wesley emptied the clip of his automatic into the thing without a moment's hesitation. The very idea of it sickened him, but he had done it.
In any other situation, a worker at his or her job would be commended for keeping their attention and priorities on the greater good of the company in the midst of a crisis. But this crisis was Fred Burkle's life, and the worker in question had the misfortune of implying that there were other priorities for Wolfram & Hart than her well-being. Wesley disagreed. Barely looking up from his research, the pistol was out of the desk drawer and leveled before the unfortunate man could react.
The precisely aimed bullet shattered the man's right kneecap, sending him crashing to the floor, screaming in agony. Wesley returned to his reading and there were no further suggestions that his department concentrate on anything but "Miss Burkle's case".
It wouldn't take much pressure to get Wesley to admit that the next time he shot someone, it wasn't purely out of practicality.
Fred was gone, replaced by Illyria forever. Instrumental in that murder-- for, in his eyes, it was nothing but a murder-- was a man who was supposed to be her friend, the Wolfram & Hart technician named Knox. In fact, Knox was the one who had chosen Fred to be the vessel for the demon god he worshipped. So when Illyria decided to use the man as a human shield and Angel made it clear that harming a human life was a line the vampire was unprepared to cross, Wesley took the decision out of his hands.
It was the easiest trigger Wesley had ever pulled. They needed to get to Illyria, they needed to end her threat, not dicker about morality. There were good reasons that Wesley put a bullet through Knox's chest. But he had wanted to kill him, and he did. And damned if, in that moment, he didn't enjoy it.
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OOC:
queenemma!munTraditionally, demons and vampires and other supernatural creatures have been fought with traditional weaponry. Blades and bows, wood and steel against their fangs and claws. Whether this is a case of their visceral, mystical strength being met with the base ability of humanity-- tools and muscle-- or whether it is simply just the way things have been done, it is rare for those in that business to employ the modern tools of war.
Nothing quite establishes for a roomful of demons and vampires that the human means business like the report of a sawed-off shotgun.
Wesley and Faith were on the trail of the escaped Angelus, and having been apart from the Angel Investigations team for some time, Wesley was more than passing familiar with the seedier side of Los Angeles' supernatural community. He knew where to start looking, and that all it would take was perseverance until he and the Slayer found the right head to bash to get their answers. When the Strom demon decided that Wesley was not prepared to back up his threats, the former Watcher pulled the trigger. The front of the demon's head was suddenly missing, and Wesley was quickly putting a new shell in the gun's chamber.
It was the Strom demon's luck that its face would regenerate. Not that Wesley had particularly taken that into consideration.
When a mysterious organization mounted an assault on the Wolfram & Hart offices, it used a cybernetic simulacrum of Wesley's father to infiltrate the building while its flashier and more brutal brethren diverted Wesley and the others. Eventually, though, he did discover the deception. To be more precise, the false Roger Wyndam-Pryce knocked Wesley unconscious; Wesley later tortured one of the cybernetic attackers to learn the truth. On the rooftop of the building, the false Roger confronted Wesley with every weapon in the real father's arsenal. Then, it made the mistake of attempting to hold Fred hostage.
Wesley emptied the clip of his automatic into the thing without a moment's hesitation. The very idea of it sickened him, but he had done it.
In any other situation, a worker at his or her job would be commended for keeping their attention and priorities on the greater good of the company in the midst of a crisis. But this crisis was Fred Burkle's life, and the worker in question had the misfortune of implying that there were other priorities for Wolfram & Hart than her well-being. Wesley disagreed. Barely looking up from his research, the pistol was out of the desk drawer and leveled before the unfortunate man could react.
The precisely aimed bullet shattered the man's right kneecap, sending him crashing to the floor, screaming in agony. Wesley returned to his reading and there were no further suggestions that his department concentrate on anything but "Miss Burkle's case".
It wouldn't take much pressure to get Wesley to admit that the next time he shot someone, it wasn't purely out of practicality.
Fred was gone, replaced by Illyria forever. Instrumental in that murder-- for, in his eyes, it was nothing but a murder-- was a man who was supposed to be her friend, the Wolfram & Hart technician named Knox. In fact, Knox was the one who had chosen Fred to be the vessel for the demon god he worshipped. So when Illyria decided to use the man as a human shield and Angel made it clear that harming a human life was a line the vampire was unprepared to cross, Wesley took the decision out of his hands.
It was the easiest trigger Wesley had ever pulled. They needed to get to Illyria, they needed to end her threat, not dicker about morality. There were good reasons that Wesley put a bullet through Knox's chest. But he had wanted to kill him, and he did. And damned if, in that moment, he didn't enjoy it.
(653)
