Lindsey awkwardly tried to manoeuvre his prosthetic hand over the keyboard of his laptop. He groaned, still unable to fully master any useful actions, rather just mashing at the keypad.
Since his famous dismissal from Wolfram and Hart, a lot of his own resources had dried up, and seeing as his dear little brother had his hands full with Faith and the Winchesters, it, as usual, had fallen to him to pick up the slack and take out the big boss.
Angel.
Lindsey could see, where Ty could not, that getting Angel out of the way would make it a lot easier to get the pesky Slayer and her band of merry men out of the way as well. A grieving Slayer, while a little more volatile, was a sloppy Slayer. And she'd slip up.
Angel was the key to Lindsey getting back to his rightful place in the hierachy. Back to being in charge. Back to running Wolfram and Hart. The Senior Partners wanted him back, it was only Angel refusing.
That was going to change.
Lindsey chuckled to himself, eyes scanning the webpage on his screen.
Operation: Send Angel To Hell, was well underway.