This was all Angel's fault.

It made Xander feel good to lay blame for the current state of affairs at someone's feet and Angel was a very satisfying candidate. After all, Buffy's unfortunate habit of dating the undead originated with him, and the wounds left by his departure after graduation were perhaps a bit fresher than she liked to admit. Xander had never voiced the opinion, but he had the sneaking suspicion Angel was the reason she'd never been able to fully open up to Riley, convincing a solid, decent guy that it was best for him if he left.

Not that any of this meant Spike was off the hook for his part in what was going on; there was the stalker-boy behavior of the year before and Xander still found it hard to believe the vampire hadn't somehow forced Buffy into whatever the hell it was they were doing. However, since Buffy had decided she wanted to date Spike, Xander also knew she wouldn't listen to all the reasons as to why that was a Bad Idea. After all, she'd done the same with Angel...even after he'd shown his true colors. At least Spike had a chip in his head that kept him leashed a little more effectively than Angel's "soul."

And, hey, since Angel had sired Drusilla, who'd sired Spike, Xander could lay the blame for Spike's existence at Angel's feet as well. Yup, all Angel's fault.

Satisfied with that neat turn of logic, Xander focused his attention on sanding a rough patch along the side of the display cabinet he was currently working on. It was one of the final items awaiting completion for the rebuilding of the Magic Box.

If pressed, Xander would have to admit Spike had done one or two positive things where Buffy was concerned, the big one being her current position at the Magic Box. Xander slept better at nights knowing Buffy was gainfully employed, even if her current boss was an evil, soulless, blood-sucking fiend. After all, the gas company didn't care where the money for their bill came from, just that it was paid. He'd also been unhesitating in making it clear the resources of the shop were at the Scoobies' disposal in researching a solution to Buffy's problem.

Feeling a bit guilty about not helping with said research, Xander applied himself to the cabinet a bit more diligently. He wasn't the best research guy, anyway; that role fell to Willow...who wasn't available. Willow was in England trying to get herself together after a magical meltdown, Tara was recovering from a gunshot wound, Spike owned Anya's share of the Magic Box and Anya was running for city council...and a vengeance demon once more. If Xander sat down and thought about all the changes that had happened in the last few months, he'd probably have a meltdown.

"You look like you can use a drink."

Xander looked up to find Spike standing nearby offering a bottle of beer, moisture beading on the glass. There was something he never would have seen Angel do; yet all the time during the re-construction, when the main work had been going on with the crew there every day, there were always cold beers waiting for them when the work was done. Good stuff, too. When Xander asked, Spike had just shrugged and said it was in his best interests to keep the help happy.

"Thanks." Xander took a good long swallow. He had to admit he liked Spike's taste in this area. "Looks like I'll be finished sometime next week...except for the training room, of course."

Spike made a face. "That's going to take forever if we keep going this way."

"You got two choices. Hire someone else, which isn't a great idea for the training room, or pay extra to have a crew in on the weekend when I can supervise."

A glance back toward the room in question, then up to the front of the shop where Buffy was working. "How much extra?"

"Double time, but we could probably get it done in a weekend if we push."

He could see Spike thinking about it. "God, I can't believe I'm even worrying about things like this. I'll get back to you, but, yeah, that may be the way to do it."

At that moment, the shop bell rang as the front door opened. Spike was instantly alert, though he didn't go into hunt mode the way Anya did when a customer came into view. Buffy, being closest, gave the greeting. "Welcome to the Magic Box. Can I help you with...Riley?"

It was the type of moment that demanded Buffy drop something to floor, preferably something that would shatter in slow motion. At the very least there should be a clap of thunder or some stirring musical cue. Instead, there was a long, uncomfortable silence as Riley Finn stood just inside the shop door, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. "Hello, Buffy. You're, ah, looking good."

Okay, this was the moment when Buffy was supposed to run forward and throw herself into Riley's arms, telling him it'd all been a terrible mistake and that she'd come after him the night she left. Only, she didn't; she just stood there, staring at him as if she didn't believe he was real.

Maybe she didn't. After all, the last time Riley had shown up in Sunnydale, it hadn't been Riley but Warren using some kind of spell that made him look like Riley and Riley's new wife Sam had been another of Warren's bots. That could make a girl suspicious of her ex showing up unexpectedly.

There wasn't a woman with Riley this time, though; only his friend Graham and an older man who had the air of career military even though he was dressed in civilian clothes like the other two.

Riley continued to look like he was considering other places to be, but when the older man cleared his throat, he spoke again. "I was going to come see you, but I'd figure I'd come by the shop, test the waters with Giles first."

"Giles isn't here," Buffy replied, her voice surprisingly flat. "He's in England."

"And you're helping out while he's gone? Well, then I'm glad I came by."

This was painful and Xander was starting to wish he was someplace else. Then a low growl reminded him that Spike was standing next to him. Weird, but Xander had never realized a vampire's eyes could go yellow without him actually going into game face.

Up front, the conversation was..."continuing" wasn't really the word for it, unless you counted fits and starts. "I'm working here now. After Mom died, I left school and..."

Buffy turned back toward Xander and Spike and Xander saw Riley's face darken as he realized who else was present. "Colonel Norton, that's Xander Harris; I told you about him. The other, well, that's the infamous Hostile Seventeen."

"Go to hell, Finn," Spike growled, "or I'll drag you there myself."

"I see Buffy hasn't come to her senses and staked you. Buffy, we need to talk, but maybe it'd be better if he wasn't here."

"He has every right to be here," Buffy said. "It's his shop."

Spike had to be taking some satisfaction in the gob smacked expression on Riley's face. Col. Norton, for his part seemed to have had enough of the stilted conversation and stepped forward to take matters in hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Summer. I've heard about you from Mr. Finn and Mr. Graham and read some of the reports concerning your work here in Sunnydale. Your government could use your help."

Which meant Xander's tax dollars were still at work tracking down demons for strange and interesting experiments. Maybe he should write his congressman. "We're hoping for your help as well, Mr. Harris," Norton continued. "I understand you're part of Miss Summers' team."

Xander managed something about being potentially interested, which earned a snort and a contemptuous look from Spike. That seemed to catch Norton's attention and he moved closer, his air wary but unafraid. "I'm afraid the records that remain from the Initiative don't actually list your name. I assume you have one you prefer?"

Spike was equally wary. "Call me Spike."

If the name surprised Norton, he didn't show it. "Very well, Spike. If you're the current proprietor of the Magic Box, we may need your help as well. I hope we can count on it."

"Perhaps...if the enormous hall monitor waits outside. I understand it's supposed to rain any minute."

"Spike."

Buffy sounded more than a little annoyed, which caused Spike to cast a look in her direction as if he was hoping she'd side with him. Norton's face remained friendly, but the way he looked from slayer to vampire then back again showed he'd figured out the dynamic here. "Mr. Finn is along as a consultant because he's the operative who's most familiar with your operation here, Miss Summers. I understand that there is a personal history between you, but I'm hoping that you can put that aside for a while to help us with our objective. I assure you Mr. Finn will be doing so. Won't you, Mr. Finn?"

Riley was instantly at attention though he didn't visibly move a muscle. "Yes, sir."

Norton turned back toward Buffy with a smile. "Shall we sit down?"

***

Just great. Not only was her psyche or aura or whatever it was out of whack, Riley -- the real Riley -- had to show up. Three months ago, she would have thrown herself into his arms, glad for something so solid and normal. Three months from now she'd probably know where she stood with Spike and could easily tell Riley to go away. At the moment, though, she felt as if she were balanced on a precipice, unsure in which direction lay safety.

It didn't help that Riley was glaring at Spike and would probably continue to do so, despite Norton's assurances. Spike didn't seem too happy about the situation either, but his solution was to deliberately and obviously ignore Riley's presence as he took a seat at the table, making it quite clear that if this discussion was going to happen here, he was going to be a part of it.

Norton took it in stride, waiting until Xander had joined them at the table before speaking. Riley and Graham remained standing. "While the government has abandoned the Initiative, they are not ignoring the threat HSTs might pose in these troubled times."

"Demons," Spike said, his words clipped. "They're called 'demons', collectively. What the hell does 'hostile sub-terrestrials' mean, anyway?"

"Dr. Walsh thought it was an appropriate term to describe a group of animals."

Spike's eyes narrowed as he looked toward Riley. "You know, Dr. Walsh reminded me of someone I met in Brazil during the fifties. His name was Josef Mengle."

Even as Riley began to move, Norton barked, "Stand down, Finn, or I will make you stand outside."

Riley stopped, but only with an effort. "Sir, we shouldn't even be talking to this...thing. I know he's been useful to Buffy in the past, but he's exactly the type of creature we've been hunting. Yes, he was there when we got our men out of the Initiative complex, but he also helped betray us to Adam."

"We're discussing the present, not the past, Mr. Finn. We were ordered to make contact with Mr. Giles and Miss Summers; we are here to satisfy those orders, not satisfy personal vendettas. If I'd known this would be so difficult for you, I wouldn't have brought you along, no matter what recommendations I received."

Riley stilled, clearly hearing the threat in Norton's words. Without waiting to see if there would be any further reaction, Norton turned back to Buffy. "I can assure you we are no longer engaging in those experiments. Nor is Spike in danger of being destroyed if he is not actively feeding on the population of Sunnydale."

Buffy might have been more reassured if Norton had said the last bit to Spike instead of her, but Spike probably didn't really count in his eyes, being a demon and all. Buffy had a sneaking suspicion she didn't really count...except for the fact they needed something. "You've said what you're not doing; so what are you doing in Sunnydale?"

"We're following up on some troubling information we've received regarding some business dealings that may be going on in Sunnydale, dealings that could prove a serious threat to the security of our country."

Xander laughed. "So the Initiative or whatever you're calling yourself these days is working under the Office of Homeland Security?"

Norton didn't laugh. "Very astute of you, Mr. Harris. When the government was organizing the office, it seemed an appropriate place, given what we do. We're interested in those activities which might lead to HS...demons attempting to overthrow or seize the government on a local, state or national level."

Buffy felt Spike twitch next to her, and reached out to place her hand over his in a soothing gesture before she realized what she was doing. She couldn't help but look up to find Riley watching her with a clenched jaw. "We're placing a small team here in Sunnydale," Norton continued. "Nothing on the scale of Dr. Walsh's operation, of course, but a task force to help keep us abreast of what's happening. After all, the town is on a Hellmouth."

There was one thing Buffy was sure of: Norton had no understanding of what a Hellmouth actually was. "So you're putting in a team. Why come see me?"

"Let us call it professional courtesy. We would rather have you work with us than against us. I know there were some problems with Dr. Walsh..."

"Like the fact she tried to kill me?"

Norton leaned forward. "Let's cut to the chase, Miss Summers. Your country needs you. Sunnydale seems to be some kind of nexus for dangerous activity. Mercenaries, controlled substances of a mystical or paranormal nature, weapons not seen anywhere else. Our orders are to put a stop to this."

Buffy was suddenly reminded of the late and unlamented Principal Snyder standing in front of a school assembly informing the student body in a firm and hostile tone that Sunnydale High was a drug-free zone -- or else. The school's drug problem had been small compared to its monster problem, but it had existed and Snyder had never stamped it out despite his efforts. "It's more complicated than just 'stopping' them."

"Which is why we're asking you to help. We have the support of the Watchers' Council and if Mr. Giles is in England, I'm certain his superiors will make it clear he's expected to cooperate with us when he returns."

Nor did Norton have any idea of the rather rocky nature of her relationship with the Council, even if Giles was still officially a member. Buffy wondered if Travers had heard Giles and Spike were partners. "Okay, you're trying to clean up Sunnydale. What is it you want from us?"

"Mostly information. We'd like you to help Mr. Finn track down a dealer we're after. If you agree, he can brief you on the information we have. If you don't, Mr. Finn will simply have to continue the pursuit independently of any efforts you might undertake."

The idea of anything even resembling the Initiative racing around Sunnydale without her at least having an idea of what they were up to was far from appealing. "I'll do it," she said reluctantly.

Norton looked pleased as he rose. "Glad to have you aboard. Mr. Finn will give you the mission brief and act as your contact. I'll leave you to it, Finn."

There was utter silence once Norton had left the shop. Riley and Gunn didn't move from where they stood, while Spike and Xander seemed lost in their own thoughts. As for Buffy, it wasn't that she didn't want to speak; she just didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was Riley who took the initiative. "Buffy, we should talk." Without Spike around was clearly the tale end of the sentences. He just didn't say it aloud.

Realizing there was no benefit whatsoever in delaying, Buffy rose with a sigh. "Let's go in the back."

The last time they'd spoken, it'd been in the training room -- given that what she'd thought was his previous visit had simply been another of Warren's plans to drive her mad. The room was still a mess, though the hole Willow had made in the wall had been patched. The floor bore scorch marks and needed to be replaced in areas, as did some of the equipment. Her punching bag was back in place, but there wasn't really room to work with. Boxes and lumber lay in stacks, taking up most of the space until Xander could finish the reconstruction and Spike got the stock back on the floor.

"Looks like you guys had a bit of excitement," Riley commented as he looked around, his voice a shade too casual. "Either that or Giles went overboard on redecorating. I noticed the stairs to the upper level are new."

"They are. Giles and Spike decided it'd be easier..." She broke off, not really wanting to go over Willow's meltdown. They were all still recovering from that one. "We had some things happen. It's Sunnydale; there's badness."

No, this wasn't painful at all. She could hear it in her voice, the way she sounded as if she'd rather be anywhere but with him. Had it really been a year and a half since she'd raced after that helicopter?

That Riley looked as uncomfortable as she felt was small comfort. "I just want to start off by saying that I know things ended badly between us," he began, the rhythm of his words alerting her that this was a conversation he'd practiced ahead of time, "but we're both professionals and we're here to do a job. I think we're both adult enough to put aside our personal differences and keep our eyes focused on the bigger picture."

He sounded as earnest as she remembered him from the early days, before the weirdness and the resentments started. Earnest enough that she was willing to take him at his word. "I can deal with that. We're both out to stop the bad guys."

Riley nodded and sucked in a deep breath, looking for all the world like he was trying to remember his next line. He held that breath for a long moment, then the words came out in a rush. "I gotta ask, though -- how long have you and Spike been dating? I mean, did you at least wait a few weeks after I was gone?"

There was anger and resentment in the words, enough to make her wonder how long those thoughts had preyed on his mind. It couldn't have been just walking back into the shop and seeing her put her hand over Spike's. Spike had even behaved when she'd herded Riley into the back, saying and doing nothing that would indicate the situation might make him unhappy...though Buffy was certain that was only a temporary state of affairs.

"We've only been dating for about a month," she said, deciding that what they'd done earlier in the year couldn't be called "dating" by any stretch of the imagination. "Not that it's any business of yours since you were the one who decided it was time to bail."

"I gave you my reasons." His jaw was tightening. "You couldn't open up with me, so it was probably best I went. You've gotten on with your life, found someone new, someone who gets the whole Slayer thing better than I do..."

"I didn't." The words slipped out before she thought.

"Didn't what? I thought you said you were dating..."

She took a deep breath. "I didn't 'get on with my life' after you left. I didn't have a chance. When we had the showdown with Glory, it was ugly...and I died."

The words fell into the space between them. "But it was like the first time, wasn't it?" he asked, his voice unsure, as if not wanting to contemplate the other possibilities. "They revived you and you're okay."

"Not quite. I jumped into a portal of energy and died. They buried me. The gang kept the nasties at bay over the summer, until Willow found a way to bring me back in October. See, they thought I was in a hell dimension suffering torment because that's what happened to Angel when I had to close Acathla's portal, but I wasn't. I was in heaven."

Dear lord, she was babbling. It wasn't just Riley's presence, though his shell-shocked expression didn't help. She hated reliving those days and found it hard to fight down the urge to fly to a place of refuge and forget all of this. Taking a deep breath, she dug in, determined to finish. "Willow's gotten quite powerful, you see. She can do things like bring people back from the dead. She also got addicted to the power and went a little nuts. That's why we're rebuilding. She did all this."

"Willow?" The word was said with utter disbelief. "Is she okay?"

"Physically, yes. Otherwise...she's in England. Giles arranged for some help."

"But this is Willow. She was always so sensible and steady. Okay, the dating a werewolf threw me, but other than that, she seemed like she was solid."

There was no choice but to fill him in on what had happened since he'd left town. Certain details were omitted, such as the insertion of Dawn into everyone's memories and her keyness, as well as most of the details about her and Spike. She did tell him about Warren's attack on the shop and what Spike had done to protect both Dawn and Tara.

"That's...well...wow." Riley shook his head when she was done. "I'd forgotten how weird things got around here. Somehow, hunting down missionary-eating demons seems like a walk in the park."

She wasn't quite sure of the note in his voice. Was it that he wished he'd been here to help her through these things or was he offering up thanks that he'd managed to get the hell out of Dodge? "It's been busy, but at least I'm not working fast food anymore."

"I guess you're grateful for small favors." He let the conversation lapse for a moment and Buffy wondered if he was considering what she'd just said or was trying to pick up the thread of what he'd rehearsed before he arrived. "Look, I could give you the whole formal briefing, but you never seemed to go for that. The gist of it is that we're looking for a dealer who's doing a lot of business in and out of Sunnydale. I think you probably have a better idea of how dangerous these types of things can be than the colonel."

"His name's not 'Doc', is it?" Buffy asked, feeling her throat go a bit dry. She and Spike had somehow managed to avoid the topic of that evening for the most part, everything shoved under the rug with the assumption that Warren had been behind the deal and timed "Riley's" visit appropriately.

"Doc? No, it's some tongue-twisting name, which means he's probably known as 'Bob'. Look, I was thinking of hitting the usual haunts for some preliminary scouting. Why don't I pick you up at ten and we'll do it together. Are you still at the house?"

Somehow, Buffy didn't think patrolling together was going to be any easier than this discussion, but she had agreed to help. "Still at the same old address and ten it is."

Of course, she hadn't said they'd be going out alone.

***

Xander almost felt sorry for Spike, given the way he kept glancing at the door to the training room every thirty seconds. Almost.

It was painfully obvious he felt threatened by Riley's presence and there was good reason to be. Even if Buffy wasn't rushing back into Riley's arms as Xander had always assumed she would, maybe seeing him would bring her to her senses about playing another round of "Let's Date the Undead."

Spike was doing his best to keep busy, going through the motions of shop paperwork Xander had seen Anya do a hundred times. For a brief moment, Xander thought of trying to talk to Graham, but the man had never given the impression that he was interested in any of Buffy's friends and he wasn't giving one now. Truth was, Graham had always seemed the type who'd tolerated Buffy solely because she was Riley's girlfriend.

Just like Xander had once tolerated Angel because he was Buffy's boyfriend.

Deciding that was a road better less traveled, Xander headed back to the cabinet, figuring he could get the sanding done before it was time to leave. Besides, he could watch Spike, Graham, *and* the door that led back to the training room from his vantage point.

It'd been perhaps ten minutes or possibly more when Anya entered, a small stack of posters tucked under her arm. "Spike, you do remember that you promised to put one of my campaign posters in the window."

"How could I possibly forget?" There was tone of annoyance in Spike's voice as he cast another look toward the back.

Sensitivity to what was going on around her had never been one of Anya's strong points, but she appeared to have a flash now. "What's wrong? Did Buffy take a special order and not charge for shipping?"

"Buffy's fine and yes, I remember about the poster."

Thirty seconds and Spike was looking toward the back again. "Oh, Buffy's training." Anya laid the posters on the counter. "I really do wish you'd reconsider using at least part of the space for more retail. After all, you have to remodel it anyway, so why not do a little readjustment to add another bay? She wouldn't miss the space."

Seeing the way Spike's jaw clenched, Xander decided he'd better step in and help Anya as he had so many times before. "Ahn, not really something I think Spike wants to discuss right now. See, there's something you don't know..."

He was used to the somewhat sullen and exasperated expression Anya would get when he explained some finer point of human behavior. He wasn't prepared for the dismissive expression she turned on him. "There always seems to be something I don't know, Xander. What I do know is that this is a business and it seems to me that there should be a way for Buffy to have her training room and the space still yield some revenue."

It was the calm in her manner that threw Xander the most; he was used to the frustration and rolling eyes over something she didn't understand. The confidence she was exuding was something new and he wasn't certain where it had come from. "Not everything is about money," he managed, for once feeling awkward at saying those words to her.

"No, it's not," Anya replied. "But this is a business and since Spike hired Buffy so she'd have a job, it makes sense that he'd want to maximize the shop's income s he could keep paying her at the level he is." She leveled a cool gaze at Spike. "Giles told me before he left. He's happier with the solution than he lets on since it means Buffy earns enough to eat decently and doesn't have to carry around that awful smell."

"And since getting rid of the training room is not an option, what do you suggest?" Right on schedule, Spike looked toward the back, though he tried to be discreet about it.

Leaning against the counter, Anya frowned. "If Buffy had taken my suggestion of charging for slaying, this wouldn't be a problem. There should be a way she could make money from that as well, teach people the right way to stick a stake in a vampire or something."

For just a moment, Xander dismissed the idea as another of Anya's crazy schemes. Then, a thought suddenly flashed through his head. "That's a great idea."

He caught her just as she was about to speak again, her mouth half-open. Behind her, Spike was frowning, momentarily distracted. "Training people," Xander said, the idea still forming.

It took only a moment for Spike to catch on. "I take back at least one thing I said about you, Harris," he said, looking suddenly far less distracted. "What would it take?"

"Money, of course. I'd have to check and see what the code requirements were. You'd need to see if there are any permits or variances that would be required. We might need to build a dressing area to go with the shower."

"What are you two talking about?" Anya was looking from one to the other, her brows drawn together with that adorable little crease where they met. Both men ignored her.

"Are you sure there's enough room?" Spike asked. "I don't want her losing space."

"She might lose a little, but if we shortened the back bay, brought the wall in, we could probably get it back."

"What. Are. You. Two. Talking. About?"

There was no mistaking the annoyance in Anya's voice. Leaning forward, she placed both hands firmly on the counter. "You're talking about doing something to the shop, aren't you?"

Before Xander could answer, Riley emerged from the back, looking straight ahead as he made for the front. "Let's go," he said to Graham.

"Done with the briefing?" Graham asked as he fell in step.

"Tell you about it on the way."

With those words, they were gone. Spike's eyes stayed fixed on the door for a brief second, then he began to move toward the training room. He'd taken only a few steps before Buffy emerged, looking rather serious. Their eyes met and both stopped as if frozen, neither saying a word. Xander could only bear the silence for a few seconds, not wanting to deal with what he was watching. "Hey, Buffy. I think we've figured out what to do with the training room."

As he'd hoped, his words pulled Buffy away from whatever was passing between her and Spike, thereby relieving Xander of the need to think any further about it. "What?"

She looked a bit confused, but he didn't speak right away, building up the suspense for a moment. "What would you think of the idea of using the training room to teach self-defense?"

This brought even more confusion. "You're thinking of renting the room out?" she asked Spike.

"No. Xander means *you* should teach self-defense," Spike replied.

Another long look between them, then Buffy turned back to Xander, her face filled with disbelief. "You're out of your mind."

"Buffy, it's what you do. Why not make some money sharing that knowledge? You could teach people to defend themselves against vampires, werewolves, even common muggers. Remember the self-defense lessons we had in high school?"

Buffy snorted. "Those were pretty worthless."

"So why not offer something that isn't worthless?"

"I have a job," she said, nowhere near as enthusiastic about the idea as he had hoped. "And I work here at the shop. I don't particularly want a third job."

"We could work out the schedule, make certain you don't get overloaded."

Now it was Spike's turn to be looked at with disbelief. "You know how much I need the hours from the shop. If I lose hours to teach classes..."

"You'd make more money," Spike finished. "You'd earn more in an hour teaching than I could pay. Between classes, you could do your regular hours."

Yes, Spike had definitely picked up on the nuances of the idea, which was going to make this much easier, since Spike seemed to have the unfortunate ability to talk Buffy into almost anything.

Anya, however, did not seem to have grasped those same subtleties. "But you're not taking into account rent, utilities, wear and tear on the equipment, not to mention the outlay needed to bring the room up to whatever code requirements the city might have for this particular use. Any new business requires investment and we both know that Buffy doesn't have the money to do that, which means she's going to have to acquire a loan, which will put her into debt. Since Buffy's already tried to get a loan and couldn't, that means she's going to need to rely on the generosity of friends to get her started. Since no one in this group actually has any assets except you and me, Spike, we know who's going to be asked."

"Which is another reason it's not a great idea." Buffy shook her head. "I can't think about this right now. I've got Riley to deal with and I told him we'd patrol tonight."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Spike asked. "I don't trust him."

Buffy would have to be a fool not to notice the jealous tone in his voice. "I don't trust him, either...at least, I don't trust his orders. That's why I'm not going alone. Xander, up for a patrol tonight?"

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