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Have We Met Before?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE WATCHER

Author: LondonGal58
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: The characters of Willow Rosenberg, Tara Maclay, Buffy Summers, Xander Harris et al, are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy productions. The setting for the story is within the Bladerunner universe, created by Philip K Dick and later put onto Film by Ridley Scott. They own 'em and I hope they don't mind me using them for my own purposes.


Faith was surprised to see that it looked like her partner was helping a known fugitive.

That's certainly how it looked from her vantage point in a dank vacant apartment opposite her target's current location.

She had received a call from one of the Tyrell top dog's aides, advising her that CCTV had picked up a skin job on their list at the Hyperion and tracked it back to Newsom Heights.

"There's a tidy reward of 250k US if you can get the target onto a shuttle that's waiting at SFO until 06.00 tomorrow. Alive and intact of course, strictly on the QT so no help from central ops or partners."

250K was a whole lot of cash. Enough for a deposit on a decent place on the east side of the bay. Not the sort of riches to turn down, or split two ways if you could help it either.

So Faith had grabbed her gear and set up shop opposite. Not expecting to see three people in the apartment on the 78th floor. The skin job. A cute redhead and her partner, who didn't look like she was about to make any moves soon. In fact she looked very chummy indeed with 250k of walking reward.

Not long after setting up they all disappeared further inside for a bit.

It looked like things were looking up now though; the redhead and Buffy were just departing down the central street to her right. Leaving the Rep alone, the perfect opportunity to get over there and grab Blondie before either of them came back.

Plenty of time to get to the airport too. "You snooze you lose partner," Faith chuckled as she gathered up her equipment making sure she left no trace of her presence.



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