AN: I told my Beta I'd write up another visit to Caritas so here goes the second visit. This happens right before Return to the Hellmouth, so enjoy. If you don't blame my Beta, she refused to help if I didn't, as for my Fic Summer Vacation, my other Beta is still reading it and working on finding things, but alas he got dragged off by his family on vacation, so it'll be a little while yet, so I'm working on this story exclusively until then, he's the one that has every Buffy episode and Sonic episode, game, and comic memorized, so he's keeping it working right with both.

The door swung open, attracting Lorne's attention as a figure he had hoped never to see again walked in through the door. He couldn't keep down the groan as every eye in the place turned to the new arrival.

In all of his years of life he had never encountered a creature that could project such an aura of ruthless violence as this one. A predator of predators, and if the rumors were true, he had been taking down the heavy hitters on both sides and a few that hadn't been heard of before the destruction the warrior had brought to them.

Hell, from the rumors, the military was afraid of him, and so was what was left of the Watchers council. The Terakans were wiped off the face of the earth with what appeared to be a dragon of some sort and so had an aircraft carrier.

Ah the Creator was testing him again, and at least this time the guy wasn't on edge, nervous yes, looking for reasons to kill everything in his path, no.

Xander wasn't sure where to find out just what he missed in Sunnydale, but he did know someone who could direct him to a person with that information who was in LA.

He stepped up to the bar and smirked, the bartender clearing out faster than anything he'd seen.

"I'm looking for information," he said with a slow, cold, and almost deadly tone.

Lorne gulped but walked over, "What do you need to know?"

"I need to know who would know what the goings on at the hellmouth is, and preferably someone on sight, I have some...business...to attend to there."

Lorne began to pray he wasn't planning on ending the world.

"I may know someone, local bartender, his names Wily."

"Thank you," Sephiroth chuckled as he turned, leaving ten hundred dollar bills on the counter, "For the mess."

"Lorne looked confused for a moment, "Erm, what mess?"

Sephiroth turned his glare at a table of vampires and a few of the nastier demons, raised a hand and froze the lot of them, "That mess."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Lorne said as he nearly collapsed against the back of the bar, Xander leaving as quickly as he had come.

The host quickly went to work mixing himself up the strongest drink he knew of.

"I thought this place was warded against attacks?" the bartender muttered, crawling out of the backroom.

"Warded against violence, yes, warded against someone with a magical power level equivalent to a couple billion or so atomic weapons going off, no!"