Buffy was still conscious as she saw Angel fall, he had been shot five or six times after he was unconscious. Buffy felt one of the soldiers grabbed her by the back of the neck and yank her from the wall. The force made the knife, still embedded in her hand, come out of the wall and scrap even more along her palm. The guard picked her up and threw her against the wall. She collided and slumped down on the ground. She could do nothing to escape so she took the handle of the knife and pulled the blade out of her hand. She gasped as she slid it out and threw it against the opposing wall with all the force she could muster. It got buried in the concrete up to the hilt. She collapsed to the ground from her sitting position. She hurt all over and she barely acknowledged the command to stand up until she felt someone grab her chin and stare into her burning green eyes. "Stand up bitch." Said the gruff commando. Buffy just glared at him, she knew that he knew she couldn't stand up. The soldier motioned to Buffy to a pair of guards and for the second time that night she was dragged into a cell. Although it hurt her legs, she didn't even attempt to limp partially. She let the guards drag her body all the way there. When they dropped her down she was lying beside the limp body of Angel.

"Angel, Angel wake up, Angel I need you wake up now." Angel heard a voice distant in his head, it was female he recognized it but who's was it? He knew who it was, it as his true love but what was her name? He searched through the jumble of thoughts that had scattered all across his brain to find the information he needed. Buffy, it was Buffy.

"Buffy, is that you?" Angel asked the darkness as his eyesight came back. "Yes it's me, Angel I need you to help with my hand." Buffy replied showing the gaping hole in her hand to him. He gently grabbed it and inspected it. He gingerly let go of her hand and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. A loud ripping sound came from where Angel was ripping his shirt. He took the band of fabric and wrapped it around the swollen wound. He felt Buffy wince as he tied the knot. He looked at her and saw her body covered in all types of wounds, burns, bruises, cuts, bullet holes and the stab wound in her hand. He felt real sorry for her. As he looked at her he noticed she was shivering, Angel pulled off his bloody ripped shirt and ripped the front open. Covering Buffy with the makeshift blanket, he lightly hugged her then he realized the sudden pain in his abdomen. He pulled back wincing, because of the sudden movement the bullet wounds in his thighs and shoulders re-opened, and stung. "Crap" he whispered as he looked at his bloody six-pack. "Angel are you okay," Buffy asked as she went to take Angel's shirt off to give to him. "No but keep it." he commanded as he carefully put it back on her shoulders. Angel looked at her, he noticed that her wounds weren't healing. He smelt something funny around her. "It must be the drugs, they must be keeping her powers from healing herself." He thought.

Thump Thump Thump. "Oh not good" Buffy whispered to Angel. She crawled backwards and Angel stood up placing himself in front of Buffy, protecting her fragile-looking body. The door burst open and two military personal came striding into the room. "You know what I really, really hate you guys, and you work for the government, what B.S is that!" Buffy yelled from behind Angel's stooped figure. "Shut-up you little slut." Commanded the slightly shorter soldier. " Why should I you're the…" Buffy started, Angel interrupted her. "Buffy be quiet." Buffy closed her mouth and sunk into the corner even more as she used the wall to pull herself up. Buffy stood up leaning on the wall for support. Her legs still hadn't healed and they hurt like Hell. Buffy saw the taller man size up Angel, his laser gun pointed at Angel's chest. "Now if you'll let me just…" Angel interrupted by jolting to the left, the other guard was trying to sneak past him to get to Buffy, he had a pair of handcuffs in his hand. Angel growled as the man backed up. "Excuse me," the other man huffed as he pointed the gun more sharply at Angel. "The Commander would like you two prisoners to see him, and that's not just a request it's an order". " Well us two 'prisoners' don't take orders from nobody," Angel's temper was rising. "Angel, please let's just go, let's not get…" Buffy whispered. "Buffy shut-up" Angel growled as he turned and faced her, "Just be quiet." Buffy was shocked. Then she saw Angel's body com-pulse and fall to the floor but before he even touched the ground, he was up again, "That all you got pretty boy." Angel fumed charging at the officer. Both soldiers shot him with their guns. Angel leaped at them but both soldiers brought up their guns and butted him in the chest he flew backwards almost crushing Buffy. "Angel stop!" she yelled frantically as she rolled away from a bullet. They had resorted to lethal force. Angel ignored her and flew at them again, this time a dozen bullets flew through his chest and blood started pouring out of him like a waterfall. He fell on his knees, lacking the blood to hurt them or even lift a finger. He clutched at his chest and fell on his face, unconscious. Buffy's eyes grew wide and she sat on the ground, her hands in the air.

The soldiers were grinning at their accomplishment. The vampire was unconscious and the girl was cowering with her hands in the air. "When did the commander want them?" asked the shorter soldier. "Can I have some alone time with her?" he asked with sexual intention hinted in his voice. The girl started breathing nervously. "No, we are already late and why? You know the rules." Said the taller soldier, "We could both be demoted and come on, we've already got a whole crap-load of privileges." The girls' breathing slowed.

Buffy felt her throat swell up. She did not want to have sex at this moment with this scum. She relaxed a little as she heard that he couldn't and wouldn't. "Stand-up" a voice ordered for about the third time this day. She kept her hands visible as she used it to pull herself up. The stinging pain from her legs almost made her collapse. She saw the shorter guard come-up, now she was nervous. He grabbed each of her hands and handcuffed them, then he grabbed her ass. She whirled around and kicked him but both her legs and the other guard punished her. She felt the butt of the taller guards gun slam her in the small of her back as she fell from her weak legs. She laid on the ground as she felt the back of the gun push down on the back of her neck. The shorter guard rolled her on her back and grinned, she spat at him and he kicked her in the side. She rolled onto her side and curled up in a ball. "Take me to your, 'Commander' but you," she pointed to the shorter soldier with her eyes. "Stay away from me!" the taller soldier now picked her up and she limped, defeated, to where they lead her.

"Damn all this! It can go to bloody Hell for all I care!" Giles yelled. "We need to rescue Buffy, the apocalypse isn't going to fight itself! The world is going to end if we don't get her!" He calmed down a little. "We only have four days left." The gang had stopped outside the entrance, all slightly out of breath. Willow, who was at the rear, suddenly spoke up. "Where's Tara?" Giles looked back. Tara was indeed missing. " Yeah and where's Cordy?" Xander said, looking around. Willow looked around wildly. "We need to find her. She couldn't have been caught. We would have heard that." Xander put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay Will. We'll find her. And Cordy." He said, trying to comfort her.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Cordelia asked as the two girls walked down the hall. "Um……I….I..don't….kn..know." Tara replied. "Great, just great. We're lost." Cordy snapped. Tara and Cordelia heard footsteps coming closer and a shuffling sound. "Shh" Tara nervously signaled to Cordelia as she went about ranting about how bad the situation was. Cordelia glared at Tara as she shrunk into the shadows. Cordy suddenly realized the footsteps and limpsteps. (Hehe new word) Cordelia followed suit and soon both girls saw that two guards were pulling Buffy, and pushing a knocked-out Angel on a trolley, was what caused the footsteps and dragging. The two girls gasped as the guards combed the shadows and Buffy's face grew into a grim defeat as the guards pulled out their guns and pointed them at the two girl's. "Aww shit" Cordy sighed.