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05 | Prophecy Girls

"She said the girl had blonde hair to her shoulders right? Vintage clothes? Start there," Angel suggested the next day once he and Buffy had taken Elma to get enrolled at Sunnydale High.

"So once we've narrowed it down to every white girl in California, period; I think we'll really be getting somewhere," Gunn replied shortly and Angel put his hands up.

"Don't come at me, I'm just trying to help," he spoke and Fred sighed, laying her glasses down by her new and shiny laptop.

"I've looked through all the student profiles and none of the photos fit the description. I don't think this is a human girl we're dealing with. I could check state records and local social media accounts but the internet keeps dropping out. I hate to say it but we're not getting anywhere. If Elma were here I could maybe try and and pry a little deeper but..."

"Hey, she needs an education, Slayer or not," Angel told her and she sighed.

"I know that, it's just...impending doom over geography right?"

"Angel's right, there's no point having Elma hanging around here all day while we complain about the speed of the internet and snap at each other," Wesley chimed in and Angel smiled.

"Hear that? He said I was right!"

Cordelia snorted.

"That's a first," she teased and Fred giggled.

Dawn and Tara watched on in fascination as the team worked, as they were on break (not on a break, Ross) from the warehouse and thought they could help out.

It appeared though, they had thought wrong as Wesley swatted both their hands away when they had reached for books.

"Are you sure we can't help? I'm still off for another fifteen minutes," Tara offered again but Angel shook his head.

"You two relax, we're getting nowhere fast,"

"Don't you think maybe one of you should go help out at the warehouse? I mean you do get paid for it," Dawn piped up with a nervous smile.

The five exchanged glances as if the thought hadn't even occurred to them before Gunn shook his head.

"No. We're Angel Investigations, we do this together," he said firmly and Cordelia groaned.

"Great, another five hours of staring over Fred's shoulder waiting for a page to load. I mean, geez, Tara, we had better WiFi in the 90s. Hedy Lamarr didn't die for this,"

Tara grimaced.

"I think its the weather. Th-they said there was gonna be a storm later this week. Hurricane type stuff," she informed them.

"Thats just what we need," Angel muttered.

"What we need is a plan," Gunn replied and Cordelia raised an eyebrow.

"Oh cos you're so good at those Mr. Impulsive,"

"You're one to talk. As soon as Angel picks up his sword you're jumpin' into action like a lost puppy," he shot back. "We can't be going into this on nothing. I wanna know a little more about this Elma girl,"

"She seemed harmless," Dawn shrugged.

"She was covered in blood!" Fred exclaimed, staring at the younger girl.

"And right now she's in sophomore history. She's still only sixteen," Tara reasoned.

But that meant nothing when it came to Sunnydale.

...

"And we're closed," Buffy announced, striding in through the Rosenberg-Maclay's front door after locking up at the warehouse. "How're things going in the research department?"