Beck pushed a small cart down the concrete hallway, He stopped at each door giving a preliminary knock. If the girl answered he handed them any mail, packages or letters addressed to them. He came to Xander's door reluctantly knocking. Through the door he heard. "Who is it?"

"Mail call."

Xander opened the door and was a little surprised to see Beck delivering the mail. He smirked a little. "So you are the mail man."

Beck nodded and handed Xander his letter. "Well I told Mister Giles I was to start at the bottom. The bottom I guess is delivering letters."

Hope came behind Xander looking over his shoulder. "What's going on?"

Xander glanced at her "Just mailman Travers delivering the good news."

Beck looked at Hope. "I was going to make a delivery to your room but since you're here."

Hope smiled and put out her hands. "I'll take what ever you got."

Beck reached the bottom of the cart and handed her a small package. "Here you go."

Hope eyes widened "Present!"

Xander looked at it curious. "Who is it from?"

Hope shook her head and shrugged "No return address." Hope started opening the package.

Xander looked to Beck. "When the post office dropped everything here did they have any info?"

Beck shook his head "Fairly routine stuff. I picked up what they delivered sorted and drop it off."

Suddenly Beck was cut off by a shriek as the box opened. A silver chain dropped from her hand to the floor, around the chain was a simple black stone.

Xander looked at Hope. "What's wrong?'

"That." She pointed to the silver chain now on the ground "It was my protection charm. I had it for years and then we were attacked."

Beck looked on at her. "Isn't that the reason you ended up here because of the attack?" Xander knelt down picking up the charm and box. Inside the box was a small piece of paper scribbled on it was "Even a school of slayers can't protect you or your girls from what is to come. See you soon."

Hope nodded. "We barely got away. At one point one of the Warlocks got so close he ripped that off my neck. "

Xander could see the look of fear in Hope's eyes. He put his arm around her. "Hey you are here because you are stronger then them. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Beck cleared his throat. "I know it's not my place but I know some people in England that may be able to help."

Hope shook her head. "I want to deal with this internally." She turned to Xander. "I have to meet with the girls now. I'm sorry but."

Xander shook his head "Go. I am going to talk with Buffy and Willow and."

She put her hand on his arm. "Xander please don't. I need you to just pretend this didn't happen for now. Mister Travers I can trust your discretion?"

"Of course."

With that Hope picked up the silver chain and the box along with the memo and took off running down the hall. Beck continued with his mail routine. Xander how ever wasn't dealing well with not being able to do anything.

Beck delivered the final piece of mail and returned the cart to the main office. Giles was going through some of the new inventory Beck had brought over. Beck wasn't lying when he said he had access to some of the oldest texts in existence. He looked up to see Beck. "Hello Beck. I was just going through some of the books. I must say these are going to be incredibly useful."

"Just glad to be a help."

Giles put the book down and looked at him. "Thank you again for volunteering with the mail."

Beck nodded and smiled "Well no unimportant jobs here right. We all function best as a team."

"Exactly."

"Well if there is nothing left I would like to head in to town. My motorcycle should be arriving at the shipping port."

"Well have a good afternoon."

A taxi cab pulled up to the school a few minutes later and Beck got in to the cab. Xander stood on the roof just watching as the cab pulled away. He didn't trust Beck and was going to get to the bottom of this.

He walked to the library when he saw Giles passing carrying 2 cardboard boxes filled with the books. "Hey Giles I can help you with that."

"Oh thank you Xander." Xander grabbed the box off of the top.

"So I saw Beck today. He was delivering my mail."

Giles nodded and carried the box leading the way. "I know you don't much care for him but he's taking initiative Xander."

"He told me that you asked him to deliver the mail."

"Quite the contrary. He volunteered of his own accord Xander. He wants to be an asset to this place."

Xander kept walking as Giles opened the library door. "He volunteered?" He remembered Beck telling him Giles assigned him to deliver the mail but he had volunteered to do it. He suddenly realized if Beck wanted to plant a package that would be the perfect way to do so. "Giles I think.

Giles set the books down on the table and turned to Xander. "Yes?"

He wanted to tell Giles the truth but remembered what Hope asked. Hope told him to keep it quiet and it wasn't his place to break her confidence. He set the cardboard box down. "I think I need to talk to Hope."

At the shipping Port Beck was walking through the shipping warehouse. The Shipping clerk walked Beck back to a large crate. "This is the one Mister Travers."

"I will be driving it home. Do you think you could find a crowbar for me. I have some fuel outside."

The shipping clerk heard footsteps behind him. A balding man in his late 40's emerged from the shadows. He had a cockney British grin that only one warlock could wear like him. His name was Ethan Rayne.

"You can not be here."

Ethan's hand glowed as he looked at the clerk. "You will leave your post and go grab a beer. Don't return to work for half an hour." Just like that the shipping clerk turned on his heal in a robot like walk followed his command.

Beck sighed, "Is that really necessary? You probably just cost that poor chap his job."

"Mister Travers I am tired of waiting and since you are no longer answering my calls."

Beck stepped to him angry. "Really. You want me to call? Where? When I'm in the school and any one can over hear or maybe the witches can listen in. I'm not sloppy and I'm not stupid. Everything is going as planned."

"Did you deliver the package?"

"Yes Even though I think it is a terrible idea I delivered it. You gave up your advantage, you told them you are coming. It's just so cliché. It's what bad guys do in movies."

"I've always been a sucker for the theatrical. Besides delivering that charm was good. The girl is terrified and unsure of her position as leader. That fear will be our victory."

"Is everyone ready?"

"Impatiently so."

"That is good because it's happening sooner then expected?"

"When?"

"Can you be ready tonight?"

"Why tonight?"

"You want the slayers out of the way. You will never get all of them out of the building but tonight most of them will be gone for patrol."

"Gone where?"

"The A squad is going to Canton to take down a nest and the others squads are going to be at least half an hour away from the school. You said you only need 10 minutes."

"What time?"

Beck reached behind his back pulling out a manila envelope. "They have this boy there." He laughed. "He thinks he's some sort of GI Joe battle strategist. He keeps blue prints of every building in town and this is the blue print for the school. I have marked the location of every camera. I will take care of the ones you'll have to cross in front of but I need you to follow the exact path marked on the blue prints. It will give you the most efficient entry point."

Ethan opened the envelope looking through the envelope. "This is good."

"I marked the location of the weapons armory and any other key points. I set a time table where you need to be and when."

Ethan clucked his tongue and smiled. "This is amazing stuff. You know I wasn't sure I should have brought you. I mean your father worked with the slayers for years."

"The slayer worked for my father, don't you forget that."

"Touchy."

"They think they can just disregard years of history and tradition and piss on everything my family built. If they thought my father was bad they will truly learn what the name Travers is about."

"Once the witches are under my control I will repay my debt and you will have the revenge against all of them."

Beck's lip curled in a snarl. "Starting with Summers. I want her to burn for what she did."

Ethan laughed "Well that's some revenge I can get behind." Beck started looking for crowbar or anything to open the crate. "What are you doing?"

"You sent the clerk away before I could open the box so now I have to find a way to open this."

Ethan touched the box and it the flaps fell to the side. "Abracadabra Mister Travers."

Beck grabbed the handlebars of the bike and started pushing it towards the loading dock. "Don't be late. If you screw up the time table everything goes to hell."

"If I am anything I am proficient."

He leaned back forward pushing the bike towards the dock. "Oh and be careful leaving we can't be seen tog" He turned to look at him but found he had already vanished. He rolled his eyes and whispered "What a drama queen."