(Backdated due to life being dumb.)

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Thanks to the pictures Angel took, the Secret Service make a point to come and talk to her directly.  Thankfully for her nerves, Scott is there to oversee the meeting.

(Thanks to Alicia for the socking job!)

Angel paused outside of Mr. Summers' office and tried not to freak out.  He'd asked her to come and speak with him but she couldn't figure out why.  She'd never been brought to a teachers office before. Maybe she was in trouble?  Maybe she'd set something on fire and didn't know?  'I'm going to die!' she thought frantically.

She knocked.  "Mr. Summers?"

"Come in, Angelica," came Scott's familiar voice. As she opened the door, she saw that he wasn't alone in the room. There was another man there, his dark suit a sharp contrast to Scott's more casual clothes. He was about Scott's height but more muscular, with close-cropped blond hair and a rather stern look. "This is Agent Davies from the Secret Service," he said, waving Angel to a chair.

"Miss Jones," Davies said gruffly.

It took a great amount of effort for Angel not to squeak or set her hair on fire.  It was a near thing though.  "Hello," she responded, automatically sticking out her hand to offer a hand shake. She shot Mr. Summers a wide eyed stare before swallowing.

"I'm going to guess that, uh, this has to do with the pictures?" she asked, eyes still very wide.  "Because I don't remember doing anything wrong...right?"

"You most certainly did not do anything wrong." That was Scott's 'I'm a nice headmaster, yes I am, please don't set my office on fire' voice. "This definitely has to do with the pictures."

"That was a stroke of very good luck," Agent Davies said. "On your part, of course, but mostly for us... we don't have many pictures of the... person in question."

Visibly relaxing--pictures she could talk about--Angel took a seat, automatically smoothing down her jeans.  "I've found more," she offered shyly.  "More than the ones I originally brought to Forge. Not many you know, but after I saw him...he's easy to find in a crowd.  But they are helping?  The pictures?"

"Very much." Davies' voice somehow managed to be serious, but not patronizing in the slightest as he went on. "They can help us reconstruct precisely how he approached the situation, which can help us... I hesitate to say read his mind, but reconstruct his choices and possibly shed some light on his motivations."

"I can do to the new pictures what I did with the other ones," she offered.  "I know exactly where I took them, and when, so I can add them to the timeline of the other pictures."  Angel flushed suddenly. "It's...a thing I'm good at.  I take too many pictures to keep written records for everything so I keep a lot in my head, you know?"

"Agent Davies was actually hoping you would say that," Scott said easily, keeping the tone not quite light so much as conversational. She seemed a little skittish still.

"As a matter of fact, I'd like to go over them with you," Davies added. "The photographic end of all of this is my speciality."

"Really?"  Oh good.  He would understand camera and photography geekness.  "I was going to go to the darkroom after this--I wanted to blow up some of the pictures.  I'd be more than happy to do the looking over there."

"Then so long as you don't mind me looking over your shoulder, I think I will come along." He offered her a smile that was a bit on the professional side, but had real approval behind it. "And maybe when this is all done, somewhere down the line a little, you'd like to come to our office and see precisely what my job entails."

"She's a little young to be recruited, Agent Davies," Scott said, his mouth twitching in real amusement.

The man gave him a deadpan look. "Not recruiting, Mr. Summers. Just offering a gesture of thanks for the help."

Angel stared back and forth for a few seconds before covering a grin with her hand.  She figured it was bad form to giggle like a school girl in front of Secret Service.  Even if, really, that's what she was.

"No minding you looking over my shoulder," she reassured him, a grin splitting her face for the first time in days.  "And I'd totally love to come down and see what you do.  Now that would be awesome."