Thanks for the feedback for the last few chapters! They actually made me nervous... As in "oh crap people are actually still reading this, I need to impress them!"

Anyways, in this chapter Faith is on her way to getting even and finding out what Riley's big secret army group is all about! Since it seemed so unbelievable for her and Buffy to be taken out in the last chapter, I'm trying give Faith her dignity back with this rescue. And the only reason they got the best of her - the stun guns. Without those, you know they would've gone down.

Possibly coming to the end of this story unless I get more ideas for it, so I'm working hard to get the last few chapters finished. Thanks for sticking by this story, and I hope it hasn't started to suck too hard.


About twenty minutes later I was finally able to move, at least a little bit, so I managed to stand up. I wobbled a bit on my legs, until finally being able to walk. I slowly made my way through town, gettin' more and more pissed with each painful step I took, all the way until I reached Giles' place. I pounded on the door and after a minute he swung it open, taking in my appearance with shock.

"Good lord," He whispered, quickly stepping aside to let me in. "Are you alright, what happened? Where's Buffy?"

"Gone." I said as I made my way to the living room, sittin' down on his couch and not givin' a shit as I place my boots up on his coffee table.

"... Gone?" He asks, looking pained.

"Kidnapped." I sighed, tryin' not to get myself even more pissed off. Really I am this close to stormin' down that sewer hole I saw the army fuckers go into the other night. "Get the gang, let's form a plan, I'm gettin' her back."

"Faith, I really - "

"Just fuckin' do it, okay? Stop wastin' time and let's get things goin' before it's too late!"

He just nodded, face goin' pale as my little outburst started to sink in. As he grabbed the phone and started makin' the calls I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, thinkin' back to what happened and tryin' to make sense of how in the fuck they managed to get the best of me.

xxxxx

"Kidnapped?" Xander asked for the third time that night. "Seriously? Kidnapped? How could that even happen, I mean if one of us got captured it would make sense, but Buffy? She's like a super hero, but better!" He shook his head. "And why didn't they take you too?"

"It was Riley, he was after Buffy specifically."

"Where do you think they took her?" Willow asked, as Tara held her hand in support. I felt my heart clench of the sight, it just helpin' to remind me my girl is gone. Fuck Riley.

"What do you think they're doing to her?" Anya chimed in.

"Okay, enough with the fuckin' questions and just give me somethin' to do!" I bursted out, standin' up to start pacin' around. Fuck this, I can't just keep sitting here as that fuck face has Buffy in his fuckin' meathead hands, doin' fuck knows what to her."Just gimme somethin' to do, or I'm outta here. I'm not gonna sit and wait anymore, I've already wasted enough time."

"What can we do?" Giles asked, glasses removed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks almost as pained by this as I am. "We don't know who the others are, where their hideout is located... We have no information. All we know is that this Riley fellow seems to be in charge."

"So I'll go after him." I got up to head over to the door without another word, already havin' an idea 'bout what to do. I was stopped by Giles.

"What do you mean, Faith? How?"

"I'll find out where his dorm is. Break in. Wait for him to come home to it. Then I'm gonna rip his balls off and feed 'em to him."

"Don't you need him to tell you where Buffy is?"

"Okay, so I'll just rip off his balls and wait until he tells me, then I'll feed 'em to him."

"Oh, that could work." Anya piped in. I turned to look at her, not sure where she was goin' with that. "But you'd have to get the information pretty quick, before he becomes unconscious from blood loss or pain. If you wait too long, he won't be able to say a word. It will be funny though, if you pay good attention to the look on his face, make sure you do that, it's something you never forget. Testicle removal was always one of my favorite forms of torture."

"Right..." I paused, not really sure how to follow up somethin' like that. "Uh, thanks for the advice."

So I quickly made my way out of the place, leavin' everyone in the room starin' at Anya in open-mouthed shock - well, Xander may have fainted, there was a groan and a thud, but I can't be sure. I got outta there pretty fast.

xxxxx

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I scaled the dorm, the exact window in mind to get up to. It's funny how easy it is to get information out of a drunk frat boy when you got some good cleavage goin' on. Wonder if he ever recovered from that kick to the gut I gave him?

There we go.

I reached the right window, at least it better be or I'll have to do way worse to the drunk frat fucker, found the light was off and I couldn't hear any kind of movement inside, then used one hand to push open the window. Idiot didn't have it locked. He's gonna regret that.

Once it was opened I pulled myself in, carefully closin' it up behind me. I used my awesome slayer night vision skills to maneuver around his room, gettin' a feel of it. I decided it would be best to just hide under the bed until he came in, stupid as he is I'm pretty sure he'd notice a Faith-sized lump behind his curtains.

Game on, motherfucker. Hurry up and get your ass over here so I can fuck you up.

xxxxx

It felt like forever until I finally heard heavy footsteps coming up to the door, keys jingling, and the door being unlocked and opened.

"Fucking dyke." I heard Riley cuss, slammin' the door behind him. If my blood wasn't boilin' before, it sure as hell is now. "Can't believe how well she brainwashed my girl."

Okay first of all - Buffy is MINE, and I'll be fucked if she's stuck with this dick for too much longer. And second of all, who the fuck talks to themself like that? Like, really? Doesn't he have a thought that he doesn't say aloud?

"I shouldn't have left her at the park, I should have finished her off. She's going to pose a serious problem for me once she's able to move again... Walsh is gonna kill me."

Blah, blah, blah. Stop talkin' and give me an opportunity to beat your ass!

Suddenly I heard a sharp beepin' sound. Riley sighed, and a shirt dropped beside me under the bed. It smelled too much like him, and it's makin' me feel like some kinda animal. I've got his scent, and now I'm ready to take him out.

Then he dropped to the ground right by the shirt, and started doin' push ups. I knew it was only a matter of time before he saw me, so I quickly reached over and grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head into that hard metal thing that the mattress rests on, enjoyin' the loud ringin' sound that came from his head bouncin' offa it.

"What the hell!" He screamed, bringin' his hands up in a too-late attempt to protect his melon head. Blood was already pourin' outta his nose.

I rolled out from under the bed and climbed up on top of him, grabbin' him by the hair again and smashin' his ugly face into the carpet.

"Guess who, dipshit..." I growled, as he groaned in pain underneath me. I lifted his head back up and slammed it into the ground. "Tell me where she is!"

"You-you won't get anywhere near her..." I coughed, voice muffled into the carpet.

"Stop being a fucken idiot and tell me where you took her!"

"Why should I? You're just going to kill me anyways..."

"Maybe, maybe not." I grabbed one of his arms with my free hand, slowly pullin' it back until I heard it pop. He screamed out in pain, and I'm grinnin' like the fuckin' Cheshire cat. "But if I was gonna kill you, it'd be over way sooner if you just tell me what I need to know."

"Fuck you, bitch." He moaned, his body startin' to twitch. Wonder how much more he can take before he passes out? I'd love to find out, but I got better things to do.

"Tell me." I pushed, pullin' his arm a bit more. He screamed again.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you! Just let the fuck go of my fucking arm!" He screeched. Think his face has actually gone red, so I must have inflicted enough pain, which makes me more confident that he won't pull a bitch move if I let go.

"Fine," I tossed his arm down, "But if you've hurt her in any way, I'll be back to finish you off."

"I wouldn't hurt her. I'm not an animal like you." He panted. I tugged on his hair. "Fuck! Okay, I said I'd tell you! But you'll have to find your own way in, if you can..."

xxxxx

"You think he's gonna come back tonight?"

"Probably. He's so crazed about the chick, I'm surprised he left her at all. There's little breathing holes in that containment room, right?"

"Oh yeah, of course. Hey do you think Walsh is cool with this? She's not a demon..."

"Not that we know of. There is something weird about her, Riley is sure about that. Walsh wouldn't want us to let her free."

"And what about the other girl? Aren't they both psycho? Why didn't he take her too?"

"He was just rescuing his girlfriend from that chick. I think she's still in the same spot he left her."

"Hey, you don't think he left to..."

"Aw, shit. We'd better go stop him."

As the two soldier fucks ran off to the park to see if Riley dumbshit came to finish me off I finally crept out from the shadows, takin' each step with care. I was lucky to get this far, there's security all the fuck over this place, I'm actually surprised I haven't been caught yet.

Shit, someone's coming...

I slipped back to the shadows as the footsteps came closer. I was able to see who it was after a few seconds, and suddenly an idea came to mind.

"Psst!" I whispered. The guy quickly looked over at me and cautiously walked over.

"Who's that?" He asked aloud, looking around for backup. I knew for sure nobody was down this hallway except the two of us, so he was shit outta luck.

"I'm lost. One of the soldiers brought me down here, I think he was trying to impress me, but we got seperated. I'm scared..."

He calmed down a bit and came closer, to the point that he was starting to disappear into the shadows with me. Before he could get any closer I darted over and grabbed him around the neck, tightening my grip to cut off his circulation. He was unable to make any noise, and was out after a minute.

I stilled for a few seconds to make sure nobody heard the tiny commotion, then pulled the white coat from his shoulders, checkin' the nametag to make sure there wasn't a guy's name on it, and walked out of the shadows. I also took his glasses for good measure.

Hope I can pull off the scientist look...