"You could say that it's owed to me but I can't get access to it."<br/><br/>Not really wanting to rake it all up again, Raven felt that there should be at least some explanation, but she wanted to keep it simple.<br/>There was no need to go into details, especially ones she knew he would become 'protective' over, it would only serve to frustrate and anger him, because, even had he wanted to do something about it, the chip wouldn't allow him.<br/>She quickly sorted out the hard facts, relavent to the matter at hand and continued.<br/><br/>"Y'know when we first met I had just left someone right?<br/>Well when I met him he'd just started a business dealing in bikes, Brit bikes in particular. I had a hell of a lot of contacts In th UK and I started helping him with my contacts and the odd dodgy deal.  So business got better and I worked like a dog getting it there.<br/>We went from  Brit classics to European rarities, pulled in the odd Swedish chop, post war German BMW's, the odd Duccati and once an immaculate Mot-Guzzi California that almost broke my heart to resell."<br/><br/>Raven paused for a while remebering that Guzzi, she loved the Eliminator but that Guzzi was.... She shook herself  back to the money and continued.<br/><br/>"Anyway, five years on and I've got him so many bikes and he has  so much business that he can open another couple of shops.<br/>All's fine, he trundles off and plays his "I'm a budding tycoon" and I quite happily sit back and keep an eye on the business.<br/>Unfortunately things get a bit sticky on the personal side, he wants things that I wasn't prepared to provide, especially as it involved several of his more seedier old and new friends.  So I fuck him of big time and take off with more or less what I had when I arrived.<br/><br/>The point to all of this is tha while I was running the business I also filtered off some of the money so that it was out of the sight of the tax man.<br/>He's got accounts scattered all over the place, money just sat there gathering interest, just before I up and left I had started a new one for $100,000 and the account details, plus almost all of the number is still fresh in my memory.<br/>Bugger all use to me though until I remembered that Wesley said something about how Angelus' movements had been traced using his bank accounts and someone called Willow was a genious at doing stuff like that on the internet?<br/><br/>How about we do a trade off?<br/>We have something they want, well you do, a way of tracing Angelus and to be honest I would like to know where he was at the moment too.<br/>So, we say transfer this money into where we can get to it and you can get off our backs by running off and chasing your precious Angel."<br/><br/>Raven took a deep breath and  huffed.<br/>"Think it'd work?"