Buffy POV: CIA

I arrived at work late; it was office day; all paperwork and bureaucracy.

My new partner Leonard met me at the door, we had been working together for a month now, and I can honestly say that that I have never hated a human being more then I loathe Leonard, with his small glasses, and greased black hair.

"Hi Buffy"

"Hilo Leonard" I said in an equally forced voice

"Have you heard the news?" Leonard asked, a smile on his face clearly he thought the news would upset me.

I shook my head. Leonard smile grew a little wider. "Tomorrow Willow is being moved into to a high security prison. She has 20 years there without chance of parole". With that Leonard turned away from me and walked towards the boardroom. I could no longer see his face, but I knew that he was smirking.

I tried to swallow my shock, my dread, Even if Willow had betrayed the C.I.A, twenty years was too long for willow, a dreamer, my bestest friend to be imprisoned.

If willow was still all there. The stories of her interrogation had begun to drift down through the ranks: it had been brutal. Willow had been forced to reveal all the details about her role in the I.N. But she refused to talk about the others involved in the I.N.

It took them two weeks just to force willow to reveal the Code name of the head of the I.N.: Angel.

Angel, the man in bondage pants, who had challenged my loyalty. A man who had powers like me. A man who knew what my power was.

Stop thinking about Angel, I told myself, as I stomped off towards Giles office, in a last ditch effort to help Willow.

I knocked n the oak door of Giles office. No one answered so I entered and set down in one of the office chairs to wait.

And wait, an hour and fifteen minutes later, Giles had yet to return, and my patience was gone. I read all the notes in my purse; I ate my way through a box of old tic tacs.

What could I do next? And that's when the thought hit me, If Angel was telling the truth (which I doubted), the proof would be in this office, somewhere.

I stood up slowly then set back down. No I couldn't do that to the CIA, I couldn't doubt them.

But I did, I stood up again and pushed through the filing cabinet. There was a lot of information, and vital statistics about Ireland, but that was hardly incriminating.

I glanced up at the clock, as if time could tell me something. It didn't but, the calendar that was right next to the clock did. In plain sight, directly under the word march, in the box marked 25 there were the words D-DAY in huge green lettering.

My body trembled, Angel hadn't lied. Suddenly the door opened and Giles walked in. I swallowed hard then spoke, as Giles stared at me "just stopped in to ask you about willow"

Giles looked at me uneasily, then replied without suspicion "Oh yes, that . . .'

Angel: POV

I pulled the balaclava over my brown hair, put yet another gun into my bag with the explosives, and then slipped a knife into my boot.

Daniel in the drivers seat looked at me, "Are you sure you don't need back up?"

"Are you volunteering?"

"No," Daniel said seeing through my failed attempt at a joke" but we could always call in a team to help you out"

"No, everyone else is needed in Ireland. This is my mission"

Daniel nodded, as I left the van, he didn't bother wishing me good luck. He knew rat luck had nothing to do with it.

I snuck through the backdoor, using a fake key card that the I.N. techs had spent two weeks making.

I entered gun in my hand and the safety off, I pointed it at the guard station, and shot through the glass, the guard that was standing there, fell to the ground.

I ran past him, and took a left turn, sprinting towards the cellblock. Alarms started going off, they knew I was here.

The security cameras that were everywhere, were rendered useless by Daniel, and his technical know how (otherwise known as luck) had seen to that. So the guard must have set it off.

I kept running trying to ignore the alarms; Willows cell was so close now. I could make it. Then three guards emerged from a door in front of me weapon's raised nard ready to shoot.

Shit