"Okay, then." Spike knew that it wasn't his battle to fight, as angry as he was on the others' behalf, so he forced himself to give in to Wesley's wishes. He surveyed the room with its open cases and fallen equipment. "What do you want to do with the other canisters? Put yours back and hope no one notices it's empty? Take your friends' so you can set them right?"
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Date: 2004-01-12 04:06 am (UTC)