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sometimes you recruit a pretty girl to be a living weapon against the forces of hell and she's just. really into it
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 - and he clamps down on her mouth again -

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 - and he bites down on her carotid artery and drinks.

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From the other side of his jacket he produces a long, thin knife, and drives it hard through two particular ribs, into her heart.

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She goes limp.

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He cleans his mouth and his knife with a silk handkerchief.  "Time?"

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He slings the corpse over one shoulder and looks at his wristwatch.  "Two minutes and thirty-two seconds.  Plus about three hours and sixteen minutes from first sighting."

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He dusts himself off.  "We're off our game, Mr. Gnash."

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Sylvia borrows Giles's phone to call Uncle Tag and say she's heading to a friend's house after detention.

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He takes her to his apartment.

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"Sylvia Aster?" he says.  "John Quinn."  He sticks out a hand to shake.

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Shake.  "I feel like I've seen you somewhere."

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"I was at the Bronze the other night, keeping an eye out for Slayers.  I saw you there.  You were in a t-shirt in thirty degree weather, it was a hint," he says genially.

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"I'll watch that now that I know what's up."

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"I look forward to working with you."

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"Can I get anyone anything to eat, or drink?  Tea?"

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"Actually would it be all right if I just raided your fridge?"

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"As you like."

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Something snacky.  Hmm okay bag of grapes will do.  She sits down on the couch with the Watchers and pops a grape into her mouth.  "So I'm supposed to stop apocalypses."

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