Shakedown
Chapter One
Visions suck, Doyle thought.
It's not so much the blinding headaches, the Irishman mused as Cordelia pressed a bag of ice to his forehead. Or even the sense of impending doom that always goes with 'em. But flailin' about like I've got a chicken stuffed down my pants, in front of Cordy -- man, that's just not fair.
"So, what is it this time?" Cordelia sighed. "Vampires? Werewolves? People who still like disco?"
"Worse," Doyle said, wincing. "Y'know, for a vampire's office this place has entirely too many reflective surfaces." There were glass panels between the inner office and the outer, and it felt like every one of them was sending sharp little glints of light directly into Doyle's skull. At least the window in Angel's office was bricked over.
He closed his eyes and said, "I don't want t'seem overly melodramatic, but I think I just saw the whole city get destroyed."
"Tell us," Angel said.
Doyle opened his eyes and looked over at his boss. Angel sat behind his desk, polishing the head of a Celtic war ax. He looked like he should be wearing blue body paint and a kilt instea ... read full excerpt from Shakedown ebook
