Angel was...well, skulking from a vantage point up high above the warehouse. Being very him, in the dark, dark clothing, coat trailing at his legs as he hid in the shadows and watched, there was nothing yet. Nothing to fight, no scent of any kid human or otherwise. Nothing that he could...
Motorbike.
He tensed from his place high above the warehouse floor and waited until he felt whatever it was moving closer and closer, he had his sword at his side and his usual stake mechanisms at his arms, he was ready for a fight. As the door to the warehouse opened Angel leapt from the rafters, coat flying out behind him, almost like some kind of strange glider.
He landed. Turned, and sighed irritated.
"Spike" he said the irritation only increaing at the use of the name of the most irritating vampire in history. And that counted Dracula, and the stupid Immortal, and the Master...
Okay maybe the Master had been more irritating but he'd had to have had issues with a face like that. But the point was this was his case, he'd gotten the call, he was taking point and he was dammed annoyed about it.
"This is my lead Spike" he started and rolled his eyes remembering a conversation similar with Lindsey, he'd been choaking some idiot guy then and Lindsey had gotten all uppity at him. But then Lindsey was good at that. Spike over the last century or so had just developed an uncanny knack to be a pain in hid ass. So much he'd annoyed Angel and Angelus at the same time. Liam too, he was English after all. He was just about to go on a rant at Spike, a rant possibly perhaps involving the phrase 'Limey Bastard' when he was stunned by something he couldn't explain. Not even a little
"Good" came a voice, seemingly from all around and almost before Angel could react properly to Spike's presence here demons started to pour into the room. Lots of demons. They'd just have to fight them. Him and Spike. He had to behave like there was still a kid to rescue, because he had no proof yet there wasn't one and he wasn't about to take that risk. There were more important things than his pride or Spike's inherrent ability to be a bleach blonde British pain in his ass
"Just so you know. I blame you for this. Entirely. Bet you raised some kind of alarm" he accused, and reached for his sword. "Did you at least tell the others when you got my note?"