"It's your fault," Angel grumbled, shoving through the crowd in the Zocalo. His prey was here somewhere. He could smell him.

"My fault?" Spike shot back, following on Angel's heels. "How is it my fault?! You're the one that let him get away! Just because of that measely tornado..."

"It was on Jupiter! It wasn't a tornado! It was the red spot! And anyway, you're the one that turned him!" Angel snapped, pushing a Drazi aside. He hated the Drazi, ever since that incident on their home world where he'd... well, never mind.

"That was a long time ago," Spike replied, shrugging. "And it was a tornado. Just... a really, really big one. And it's not my fault he turned out to be an evil vampire."

"They're all evil!" Angel said, turning his head to give Spike a glare.

"Except for us!" Spike replied happily, smiling and patting Angel on the shoulder. "And anyway, he's a serial killer that kills other serial killers! It's just like us, isn't it?"

"It's completely different," Angel mumbled, glancing around quickly. He sensed something evil nearby. "He kills humans. It's a different issue."

"Whatever," Spike replied, then he smiled widely. "Londo! You old bastard, what are you doing here?"

The Centauri with much larger hair than Angel ever thought was necessary, even for one of his race, approached them and shook Spike's hand, patting him heartily on the shoulder. "Well, if it isn't Spike, the vampire with a soul!"

Angel pouted. "That's my tagline."

The centauri turned to give Angel a wide smile. "Ah, and this must be that sidekick you told me about!"

Spike laughed at the look of disdain on Angel's face. "Yeah, that's him, my sidekick."

"Spike," Angel said warningly. He resisted letting himself vamp-out. It might attract unwanted attention, even here, surrounded by aliens. A vampire was a vampire, and it seemed every race could recognize exactly what he was. Just like psychics, every planet had demons, even the Narn.

"I didn't know you were going to be in town," Londo said, ignoring Angel completely. "Would you like to come back to my quarters and have a little bravari, and catch up on things? I haven't seen you since you stopped off on Centauri Prime for the festival three years ago."

"Never let it be said I turned down bravari, my good man, or a good party," Spike said, putting his arm around Londo's shoulders. "But what the hell are you doing on this blasted space station? I thought you lived on the home world, hanging about that large palace, full of those attractive palace girls."

"Oh, I was promoted to ambassador," Londo said, chuckling. "Yes, it's an important position, and I get to spend most of my time here on Babylon 5, which is a much more interesting place, in general."

"You? Ambassador?" Spike laughed. "Someone has a great sense of humor."

Londo laughed and nodded in agreement.

Angel just scowled. He opened his mouth to say something witty and sharp to get their attention (sidekick, indeed, hmph) when he suddenly sensed that the man he'd been hunting was extremely close. "Spike," he snapped. "He's here."

Spike paused and glanced about. "Yeah, I can feel it."

"Were you looking for someone?" Londo asked, pausing in the hallway with them. "If you need assistance, you could ask Mr. Garibaldi, although you'd have to speak to him to do so, and that might not be worth the trouble."

As Londo spoke, the very man Angel had been seeking turned the corner and approached them, walking next to another man in a suit.

"Ah, Mr. Morden!" Londo said, gesturing for the two men to join him. "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Morden, an associate of mine. And this is Spike, the vampire with a soul, believe it or not, and his sidekick."

Angel scowled. "I'm not his sidekick," he growled. "And that is Dexter."

Dexter arched his eyebrows. "Good to see you got out of that little tornado."

"It wasn't a tornado!" Angel practically shouted.

Spike cocked his head. "Well, I thought it'd be harder to find you, actually, but this is pretty convenient."

"Is this the person you were looking for?" Londo asked. "It seems he's been hired by Mr. Morden, I was just introduced to him a few days ago."

"This is the man I was looking for," Angel growled. "And now he's going to die."

Dexter frowned at him. "Angel, I thought you'd have gotten over this by  now. After all, we're on the same team."

"We are not on the same team! And I don't get over people being evil!" Angel asked, somewhat exasperated. "I told you a long time ago, I can't let you live, even if Spike is your sire."

Spike shrugged. "Sorry, mate. He's a workaholic."

Mr. Morden smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes, and stepped between Angel and Dexter. "Actually, he's under my protection. My employers have hired him, and I fear they'll be extremely displeased if anything were to happen to him."

"Yes," Londo agreed. "From what I can tell, they're not exactly the type of people you want as enemies. Besides, what is evil? Evil is in the eye of the beholder," he said, smiling again. "Now, let us get a drink and forget all about it!"

Spike beamed. "Sounds great to me! C'mon, Dexter, tell me all about your rampages and murders. Sometimes I miss the good old days, soul or no soul."

Angel gaped at them as they all walked away. "But... but he's evil! You can't... guys! Hey! Wait up! I have to kill him!"

Dexter glanced back at Angel and grinned slightly. "You know, we're really similar. You should just forget about it."

"That's right," Spike shot back at him. "Get over it! It is the space-age after all! The rules do change."

Scowling, Angel followed after them. "Fine. But I'm still not inviting him to the company picnic. Evil people aren't allowed."

"Right, except for everyone that works for you," Spike said.

"...shut up," Angel mumbled. He hated Spike. He hated aliens. He hated space. Nothing good ever happened here.