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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or The Finder. No money made. Just for fun.
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The young man walked into the bar and looked around. The Ends of the Earth, how appropriate. Spotting a large black man stood behind the counter talking to a man sat on one of the bar stools, he headed over.
"I'm looking for Walter Sherman. I was told this was the place to look."
"I'm Walter," the man on the stool said.
"Great! I'm looking for something and I hear you're the man to speak to."
"Well, you've come to the right place, Mr..." Walter said.
Holding out a hand to shake, the young man introduced himself. "It's Ben. And I'm looking for the Key."