Four Months Later

Hank Summers had always hated Angel Jonnson. Mostly it had been the fact that Angel had relentlessly hunted Hank down since his father's disappearance. But now, more than ever Hank hated Angel. This hate surpassed rage; this was pure unadulterated, passionate hate. Angel and Buffy had been dating, and now they were engaged. They claimed that they were in love. Hank had actually had hopes that he could sway Buffy away from Angel by tempting her with money, gifts, and threats of disownment. Buffy never cared. That was just like her, once she had her mind set on something she wouldn't let it go. He even told her that her comfort would be compromised. She again, laughed it off, and said she wasn't in love with Angel's money. Something drastic had to be done. And soon. Buffy and Angel were taking a trip to the Bahamas on a yacht in two weeks. Hank had a plan. A brilliant, problem solving plan. He knew what he had to do. This wasn't a matter of honor, or getting his daughter back. This was a matter of putting hate into practice, and nothing would stop Hank from performing that pivotal duty. It was essential.

Buffy laughed again. Xander was incredibly funny in a stupid sort of way. She couldn't help but laugh. Anya rolled her eyes.

"Xander, honey, stop with the jokes, you're going to put Buffy into the hospital and me into the madhouse. I'm too young and I have too much money to count for that to happen." Anya pointedly said. Xander huffed.

"At least Buffy appreciates my knack for the comedic arts." Buffy smiled at Xander.

"She's just jealous Xander. She's money greedy and jealous." Buffy glanced at Anya, who was giving Buffy the evil eye.

"You're looking very bohemian today Buffy. I wouldn't talk. You need money to look good, and you have money, but you don't look good." Anya said icily.

"You couldn't afford the shampoo in my hair, Anya. I look better than you any day, even with my hair shaved and my skin dry."

"Willing to bet on that?" Anya said sitting forward in her seat.

"Ladies, ladies! Can we stop competing for the Ice Princess award?" Xander looked at the two beautiful women glaring at each other.

"You always take her side!" Anya angrily said.

"Honey, I never took her side. I was just trying to end a fight."

"Why don't you just hide behind your Buffy?" Anya huffed and Buffy raised an eyebrow. Angel walked into the room.

"I know I would." Angel smirked. Buffy jumped out of her seat.

"Angel, I missed you." He wrapped her into a hug, and Buffy smiled contentedly.

"'Buffy! Angel! I missed you so much.' Blah, blah, blah." Anya mocked. Xander gripped her arm, and she became quiet.

"Are you ready to leave tomorrow?" Angel whispered, as he pressed his forehead against Buffy's. She nodded.

"I wish we were leaving right now. I wish we were married right now." She tilted her head.

"All in good time. I need to be able to provide a place for us to live first."

"I know. Its just being with you makes me want more. I love you." Buffy looked up at Angel with doe eyes. Angel gazed back.

"Ahem! I know you two are in love and everything. I'm in love with Anya, but could you two get a room if you guys are going to get with the mushies?" Xander joked. Buffy glared playfully at him.

"Get out of my house Xander. You have a very nice house a couple of blocks away."

"I know, you just have a better chef." Xander laughed playfully, nudging his girlfriend. Anya rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes I just don't know what to do with you Xander. We're leaving Buffy. See you tomorrow for dress shopping?" Anya questioned as she and Xander walked towards the door.

"At noon." Buffy said. Anya smiled and walked out the door.

"I don't understand you guys. One minute you're fighting and the next minute you're arranging to go shopping for your wedding dress." Buffy led Angel to a nearby chair.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how hard it is to find a good shopping partner?" Angel laughed and kissed her soft lips.

The dark night hid Hank from view. The yacht bobbed innocently on the water as he crept aboard. Hank signalled to the other man to board. The other man silently walked towards Hank.

"Riley, do you have the bomb?" Riley nodded. "And you say you have military training?" Hank asked.

"Two years in undercover missions." Riley whispered. Hank nodded again.

"Good. Good. I don't want Buffy hurt. I just want Angel to be out of the picture. And it seems the only way to accomplish that is to kill him." Hank smiled.

"You're cruel." Riley smirked.

"No, I am just investing in my future. I had to kill his father, and I have to kill him. Personally I think it runs in their genes. They have to be disposed of." Hank said, matter-of-factly and Riley appreciatively grinned.

"So where do you want me to put it?" Riley asked as Hank motioned toward the stern...