Angel Pov: Mcarthurs Pub

I sat at the bar, waiting for agent Buffy to arrive. I had never actually met Buffy, but Willow has told me all about her. Buffy is one of the few people at the CIA that Willow loves and trusts. But weather Buffy actually deserves that trust, is up for debate.

I ordered another beer (Not that I drank the first one), and ran a hand through my platinum blond hair. Died for the occasion, I hated it even more then the temporary ear and lip rings.

I saw Thomas sitting at a table next to the picture of poker playing dogs. Thomas looked nervous. He should be, he's about to tell the I.Ns secrets (among them my identity, Willow's status as a double agent, and the I.Ns goals) to the CIA.

Then I spotted Buffy out of the corner of my eye, even though her hair is no longer blond it's ruby red. I had seen pictures of her, before but nothing looked like the real thing, and the real thing was stunning.

Snap out of it Liam, I told myself. That's the enemy you're talking about it.

Buffy approached Thomas's table, and sat down besides him. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, over the loud punk rock band.

So I walked towards them, deliberately stumbling a little, faking drunk (As if I ever had enough time to get genuinely intoxicated). I pulled out the tranquilizer needle from my pocket hiding it in my palm. I fell forward, haphazardly; one hand stopped my fall by holding the back of Thomas chair, as my other hand plunged the needle through his coat and into his skin.

"Sorry mannn" I slurred to Thomas, as I continued towards the exit. I heard Thomas's body fall forward. I turned around to look; I was just in time to see 5 foot 4 women hurling herself at me.

Buffy was fast, and her technique was perfect Legs out pointed towards my chest to inflect the most damage. Any other spy would be seriously injured by that move.

To bad I wasn't any other spy: I jumped up, and grabbed the rafters with my ring-covered hands (yet another aspect of the punk charade that I disliked).

Buffy, landed on the floor, having injured no one but herself. I dropped from the rafter's landing in a fighting stance.

Buffy had managed to stand up in the interim, and was similarly positioned. She took the offensive punching out whith her left hand, I ducked to the left, and then she threw another punch that connected with my shoulder.

While, I was still recovering from the punch she lifted her leg, in an attempt to kick me. I grabbed it, and pulled quickly, she fell gracefully to the floor. But within a second she was up again, this time in the rafters.

Turns out I'm not the only super powered spy around. I wonder if Buffy knows exactly what she is?

I jumped up to meet her, so that both of us stood on opposing beams. "Wow, a rafter's battle" Buffy said trying to throw me off guard "That's so 20th century"

"Actually it's 19th" I said feeling like a nerd the minute the words left my mouth. I'm not much for battle banter.

Buffy jumped from her beam to mine "So I guess the boy with bondage pants and bottle blond hair knows his history" With those words she ran at me fist's at the ready. I simply lay down on the beam and before she could comprehend what was happening I had grabbed her feet, and twisted. She fell, from the beam to the floor.

I Landed next to her; around me I noticed the locals exchanging money, betting on our battle. I swing out to hit her then noticed, that she had left running towards the door, which is technically the smartest thing to do in a fight, were both participants are practically dead even. I let her run.

Buffy Pov:

I was sweating; my jeans were torn, my neck was bleeding, my ribs cracked, all by one man. If I wasn't human what was he? Goliath? I ran out the door, it's not like I could gain anything from beating him, if I could beat him.

I ran down the path towards willow and the van. I never reached them, in front of me on the path there were three combat-outfitted solders. I'm a good fighter, but I'm no match for guns. I swiveled around to run back. But bondage boy's in my way.

That's when I felt a small pinprick in my upper arm, and the world began to swirl. Must have been a tranquilizer.

The last thing I remember hearing before the world faded into black was my sparring partners voice "Always bring backup"

Were Was Willow?