"And we know we can trust this source?" Faith asked, leaning back in the armchair she was seated in.
Maps and books were strewn across the table in front of the group, the weapons chest close by.
"Yes," Angel replied, looking over at her. "I know this is... extreme."
"Long overdue," Gunn suggested, closing the book he was looking at and laying it in his lap.
Spike chuckled. "Yeah, mate. So, what's the plan, Dark Avenger?"
"I'll need you to come with me to get the glove," the older vampire said, glancing at him. "Faith too, for back up."
"Always the muscle," she nodded.
"We get the glove, and then we go after them."
"Well," Lorne said, smiling nervously. "That seems almost too easy."
Faith reached over and rubbed the Anagogic demon's arm. "In case you haven't noticed, our plans usually fail. We plan, we show up, and all hell breaks loose. I think it's probably best to have a rough outline this time. It is, after all..."
"The fight of our lives," Gunn said quietly. "I'm in."
"Me too," Spike nodded.
"You know I am," Faith added.
"I will do my part to help," Lorne said.
"Thanks," Angel told them all. "I have a feeling we're going to need all the help we can get."