Denethor passed the turn-off for the dressing rooms, went straight to Rack's office.  "Angelus is sitting at the bar on dance level."  He said as he entered the office after knocking.<br/><br/>Rack raised an eyebrow.  "Angelus?  You certain?  And not Angel?"<br/><br/>Denethor shrugged.  "Raven seems to think so.  Thought you'd want to take care of it before Spike finds out."<br/><br/>Rack nodded.  "Thank you, Denethor."  He picked up a walkie-talkie.  "Sherm, it's code A on Dance Level.  Take care of it.  Post security outside Spike's dressing room as well."  He looked back at Denethor.  "You can go on and warn him now.  He'll probably want to know what the security is for anyway."<br/><br/>Denethor left, heading off for the dressing rooms.  He hoped Raven wouldn't be pissed.  But he had a job to do.  And Rack had a big investment to protect.<br/><br/>Back in the dance room, a crew of dark-suited muscle types approached Angelus.  "Rack would like to speak to you, Sir.  He'd prefer not to make a spectacle of it."<br/><br/>Angelus looked back at Raven.  "I'll remember this," he said, loud enough for her to hear.  Then turning back to the men.  "Well, let's not keep him waiting then." He got up and left, tossing a hundred on the bar to cover his drink.