Devlin must choose between his sister and his girlfriend. Or, can he please both? Meanwhile, Harmony goes on a hot date that might just be a little hotter than she planned.

"The redhead, the black girl and the lesbian."

"They a girl group or something," Elektra jokes.

"The lesbian's the leader. She dates the Witch, who looks a lot like Spike's new girlfriend, coincidentally or not."

"Daddy's got a girlfriend. Human?"

"Yeah."

"I'll have to kill her. Once I'm done with these Slayers." Devlin paces along the porch as he looks down and strategizes.

"You eliminate Rona and Vi, that puts a gaping hole in their command structure."

"So my big bro's coming around," Elektra exults.

"I can tell you how to do it. Maybe put you in contact with a vampire who can help. There's a few Slayer killers in South America and the Far East who haven't been doing much."

"Guys?"

"Uh-huh."

"Cool. I'll have my way with them after you help me kill the Slayers. If they're cute."

"You don't need me." Elektra grabs his arm and spins Dev around.

"Yes, I do! I've put my reputation, our family's reputation, on the line here. We kill these Slayers, everything changes. No more laughing at us. No more making fun of our lineage. They'll fucking worship the ground we walk on."

"I prefer not to be worshipped," he cooly answers. "Too much implied responsibility."

"Okay. I get it. You're whipped. Won't do anything Little Debbie doesn't want."

"I have no need to kill another Slayer."

"What about tying dad's mark?"

"I've already surpassed him in other ways."

"Debbie doesn't have to know. We leave tonight. Kill them tomorrow. You take the red eye and get back here before she does. It's just like mom said. We can do this!"

"Mom? What about her?"

"She says you're the one I need."

"Unless she's saying I'm the one SHE needs - "

"Maybe you will be, after killing this Slayer."

"Nonsense. She wanted Angel and he's killed no Slayers."

"You're afraid."

"Please."

"You don't think you can stand up to Veterans."

"I stood up to them when they came after Debbie. Have you considered roadside bombs? Or perhaps land mines? Slayers are vulnerable to anti-personnel weapons. Just be sure to include plenty of shrapnel."

"You've changed."

"Because I don't kill?"

"No. You've never been much of a killer. Not compared to me. But the Dev I knew would want it all: the Slayer to nail and the Slayer to kill. You can have it all. I'm not asking you to abandon this lame suburban life."

"Debbie would find out."

"A-ha! You want to do it."

"I didn't say that."

"You're thinking it."

"I think about a lot of things I don't do."

"Yes, but this isn't just another kill. It's the ultimate."

"You don't get it, sis. I'm finally happy! I have someone who loves me."

"Damn, you're just like daddy. Except for the hot part."

"The risk is too big. The reward too small."

"Liberating the Hellmouth? That's small? This sort of victory could turn things around."

"For a few months, maybe. Buffy would just fill the gaps in her organization and get back to her campaign of extermination."

"And you're just gonna let her kill us all?"

"I don't care for most vampires. The world would be better off without them."

"First she goes for the losers. And you don't care, cause you're not a loser. Then she comes after me, but you don't care, cause you're not me. And then, when she comes after you, they'll be no one left to help you."

"You really have been doing your homework. It sounds like you've even read a book or two."

"You attacked her, and she won't forget that. She sure as hell won't forgive you." Dev knew Leks had a point. He had killed one of her Slayers, maimed a dozen others, and sent the severed head of a Watcher to her headquarters. Would getting a soul save him? Perhaps, if Spike stood up for him. But even then, she'd be too proud to let him win. On the other hand, what chance did he stand if he chose to fight her? She'd beaten much more powerful vampires. So both options entailed a lot of risk.

"You're right. So why should I piss her off even more by killing someone she was actually close to?"

"Because it'll slow her down. And how will she know you did this? Queen B thinks you're in the O.C."

"Please don't use that expression. It's really annoying, and I tend to behead people who say it."

"All you got is time. Slayers start dyin', it'll take 'em longer to kill us off. But if they just keep winning, if nobody stands up to them, won't be long before she comes for you with everything she's got and crushes you."

"You've definitely put a lot of thought into this, sis," he condescendingly compliments her. "But I already have plans."

"Liar."

"No lie."

"Then cancel them."

"Why? What's in this for me?"

"What you live for, bro: Glory."

"Glory's a substitute for love. I've found love." Leks gags.

"You are disgusting." She grabs his jaw. "Mummy should wash your mouth out with holy water. Hell, you'd probably like it."

"Why doesn't she help you?"

"And deny us our moment? We'll never grow up if our parents are always there to back us up."

"I sympathize with you. But I'm sorry." Leks gets indignant.

"Every time I have needed someone, you have always been there for me. Maybe mummy and daddy don't believe in family loyalty, but I thought you were better. I thought you had honor.

"If I'm always there, how can you grow up," he asks, rephrasing her earlier point. This just makes her more angry.

"The Hellmouth. Two primo Slayers. A golden opportunity. You wanna make history, flight's at 10:25. This is history, Devlin. Right now, this is history. Don't you want to be a part of history?" And with that, Elektra gets in the car she took from the man she killed Wednesday morning and drives north.

"Trust me, that's not the most embarrassing way to go," Claire tells Spike after he explained Elektra's methods without revealing that he's the one who bit her. "I've heard far worse."

"I should've known. If anyone spends more time around death that me - "

"It's the girl who lives in a funeral home and has a dead boyfriend." Spike's a little upset by the joke. "I didn't mean it like - "

"I know."

"So, where do you look for this vampire?"

"Anywhere there's randy men in the mood for a quick one."

"Which is just about everywhere in this town."

"You see my problem."

Harmony nervously knocks on the door and Sidney opens it. Harmony wears a short pink dress. Sidney's in yellow leather pants and a powder blue halter top. "Harm! You look smokin'."

"Oh no. I'm overdressed," Harmony responds as she enters.

"Well, if you want, you could take your dress off," Sidney jokes flirtatiously, wigging Harmony out. "I know my boys wouldn't mind." Harmony sees Paul, in a black shirt, black pants and silver blazer, and Luiz, in jeans, a Sepultura t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Howdy Harm," Paul says with a smile. "I missed you."

"Thanks," she replies with a smile, not used to hearing that sentiment. "Uh, don't you have girlfriends? And a boyfriend?"

"They're gone for the weekend," Sid explains. "It's just us vampires."

"And Dev. Who's, also a vampire. Where is he?"

"He said he had business to take care of in Mexico," Luiz says. "Something about a gang from Juarez."

"So it's just us four," Harmony realizes, folding her arms across her chest nervously.

"Four's a good number," Sid replies, gently running her right hand down Harmony's left arm. She trembles.

"You're shivering," Paul notes, putting Sidney's red Italian leather coat over Harmony's shoulders. Harmony looks up at him and smiles. Luiz tosses Sid her yellow leather jacket which matches her pants.

"Real romantic, Lou."

"So this is about romance, now?"

"Um, where are we going," Harmony wonders.

"This club up in Newport," Paul answers.

"Ritzy and sleazy, just how I like it," Sidney explains. "Used to be crawling with high-class vamps looking for rich young victims, before we killed 'em all."

"Did I ever tell you about the vampire I killed at work? She tried to frame me for murder and take my job."

"The way Devlin tells it, that's just a normal day at Wolfram & Hart," Sidney states.

"What does Devlin know about Wolfram & Hart," Harmony asks scornfully. "I know what it's really like."

"So what's it like," Paul inquires. Harmony realizes these three people are interested – no, fascinated – with her. "Is there embezzlement, and how can I get involved?"

"Hold on," Sid says, putting a pitcher on the coffee table. "Drink up. You're not gonna get any of this where we're going. The three vampires each fill up their glasses. Paul fills up Harmony's and hands it to her.

"This isn't human, right," Harmony asks.

"Nope," Paul responds. "That stuff's too hard to get."

"Actually, it's easy to get," Luiz points out. "Just not easy to get away with." Sid, Luiz and Paul laugh. Harmony doesn't. She's repressed the killer instinct more than they have.

"To new friends," Sidney offers, raising her glass and glancing at Harmony.

"To new friends," Paul seconds, smiling at Harm. They all clink glasses and down the blood.

Outside, Harmony's three new friends argue about which car to take. "How bout mine," she asks.

"Whatchya got," Sidney wonders. She points at a pink Cadillac. "No way!"

"What year is that," Luiz asks. Paul rushes over.

"1973. Almost mint condition."

"Less than twenty thousand miles," Harmony reports.

"How'd you afford that on a secretary's salary," Sidney wonders. "You got something on the side?"

"Yeah. You guys."

"Dev didn't give you enough to buy this," Paul states.

"I talked the guy down by threatening to kill him," Harmony boasts.

"Shotgun," Sidney calls.

"No," Paul objects.

"Dontchya wanna sit wit me," Luiz asks. Sidney smiles.

"You're right. I like picking on you." They get in back. Harmony and Paul get in front.

"I'm really glad you made it," he tells her, putting his left hand on her right knee. He growls. She growls back, then steps on the pedal, causing the engine to growl.

"You sure I'm not keeping you from life-saving," Claire asks Spike as they sit in the dark room.

"I don't think she's out tonight. Not yet."

"You know this vampire?"

"Not well," Spike lies.

"Look at this one," she says, showing Spike a picture she took of him.

"Not bad."

"It's not that hard to make you look good." They smile at each other. Claire kisses him and sits on his lap, straddling him.

"Whoa. In here? What if someone walks in?" When it's not Buffy, all of a sudden he's concerned about having sex in public.

"Door's locked. It's ten on a Friday. No one's here."

"Maybe I should patrol. Make sure no one's getting killed."

"Didn't you just say she's not out?" She takes her shirt an leans in to bite his right ear.

"Well, I do make a good argument," he jokes, deciding that life-saving can wait.

He needn't have worried. Elektra is at the airport, hiding on the tarmac, waiting for Devlin. She's hungry, but is afraid that if she goes off to feed, he'll show up, not see her, and leave. Contrary to what he told her, she's sure he'll show up. Mummy said he would. Mummy was never wrong about these things. Now if only Elektra could find a way to muffle the roars of the planes' engines as they took off and landed. Sensitive ears had costs as well as benefits.

Devlin sits in his car in the driveway. Was he going south to Mexicali as planned, or north to the airport and potential disaster? Even if he killed a Slayer, Elektra could still die, and that Slayer could kill him. Even if everything went perfectly, Debbie could find out. Another kill, no matter how prestigious, wasn't worth that. Yes, there was the obligation of family. He had a duty to protect his younger sister. But she knew how to survive. If he failed to join her, there was little chance she'd take on two Slayers at once. She was heedless, like her father. But unlike him, she knew when to run away.

"Wow! You're over forty," Harmony says to Paul.

"Forty two."

"And you're from Virginia?"

"Bluefield, West Virginia."

"Which is in the western part of Virginia."

"No. It's a whole other state."

"I'm not gonna fall for that."

"Fall for what?"

"You're little joke. I'm a lot less gullible than I look." Paul decides to drop it.

"I was working at Murray's Filling Station, when this Studebaker with two women comes off Route 52."

"Two women," Luiz comments, raising his eyebrows. "Nice."

"After I filled their tank, the driver asked for directions, and the other one went inside, killed my boss, and bit me from behind."

"I got it from behind, too," Harmony notes. "Except from a guy. I think it was a guy."

"It's strange that someone would take the time to sire you in the middle of this huge battle," Sidney points out to Harmony.

"I guess he knew she was special," Paul says, causing Harmony to beam.

The soldier leaves his pillbox on the beaches near Narbonne and points a pistol and a flashlight at whoever is approaching their position from behind. The allies had just landed at Normandy, and an American landing on the south coast was expected soon. Many feared that spies were already ashore, searching for weak points in their defenses. "Heinrich. It's me."

"Klaus! I thought she killed you?"

"I played dead. The stupid negarfrau bought it." Even demons were cast in racist terms. "I stole a car from a farmer and drove until it ran out of petrol."

"Why does a frog have petrol," Heinrich jokes. "We need it for our trucks." They both laugh, knowing how much they've already squeezed the local population.

"Did I miss anything?"

"The Yanks took Rome."

"They can have Italy. It didn't do us any good. But no landing at Marseilles?"

"Not yet. They may land here."

"Then we'd get to kill some," Klaus says with a wicked smile that should have tipped off his commanding officer off. "I want to kill."

"In good time." Heinrich leads Klaus back into the coastal fortifications. The men cheer to see their comrade once again. But their cheers turn to screams as he goes to work devouring them.

This was why the Germans stayed clear of Jeta, even when she was escorting two hundred Jews destined for the camps. The idea of a soldier turning on his men was far more terrifying than mere death at the hands of a monster. They had decided that contact with the "Negarfrau" led to bodily corruption. Jeta had detected their avoidance tactics a few months earlier, and decided to use them to her benefit. The refugees were divided into groups of ten she could easily lead over the mountainous border to safety in San Sebastian. But there was the tiny matter of compensation. Jeta referred to it as a "tax." The refugees quickly realized it would be a blood tax. Jeta made her way through the refugees and picked out the four prettiest young women, leading them by the hand away from their families. When a man protested, she reminded them that the German border guards she was shielding them from would not be so charitable. They relented, and the families bade tearful goodbyes to the women, whom Jeta stashed in a cave until she was done ferrying the people across. She could sense the war was ending. But before that happened, Jeta and her new minions would wreak bloody vengeance. Liberation could not bring her family back. Nothing could. Therefore, the vengeance could never end.

Gretchen stares out the window on the second floor of Buffy's training compound, just down the hall from the Slayers' dorms. "What's on your mind," Giles asks.

"What sort of protections does this building have?"

"Us. Buffy. And the twenty-odd Slayers living inside."

"But no concrete barriers to block a truck loaded with explosives?"

"This isn't a military barracks."

"To our enemies it is."

"Buffy's house in Sunnydale was far more vulnerable, and it was never attacked in that way. Compared to that house, this place is a fortress."

"Not compared to any of the embassies or consulates I worked in."

"You're worried about a suicide bombing," Giles asks politely but incredulously. "Seeing how no vampire believes in an afterlife - "

"The Ablanaxians."

"I see you've been reading my books," he notes with a smile. "But aside from the handful in that particular cult - "

"How about a chemical weapons attack?" Giles sighs.

"That seems rather sophisticated for demons. I thought you were part of the non-paranoid faction in the American foreign policy elite," he jokes.

"I was in the elite," she jokes back. "Gosh, I always saw myself as a lonely civil servant. I mean, lowly." Rupert smiles and takes her hand.

"Well, you're neither right now."

"Maybe we should send more Slayers to Cleveland."

"To handle fewer vampires?"

"I sense danger. You ever get that feeling that something bad's about to happen?"

"I used to. All the time."

"Used to what," Buffy asks as she walks out of the dorm. "Unless it's something boyfriendy/girlfriendy."

"Gretchen fears unconventional attack."

"You mean like that Sarin-in-the-ventilation thing you were talking about last week?" Buffy doesn't take Gretchen's warnings too seriously because they seem so alarmist and off-the-wall.

"If a rag-tag cult in Japan could get their hands on nerve agents, what's to stop of rag-tag band of extremely desperate vampires?" As a foreign policy realist, Gretchen fears that creating hundreds of Slayers disrupted the balance of power, creating new and unpredictable enemies, much like happened when the Cold War ended.

"Her current fear is for Rona and Vi."

"You think they're gonna use nerve gas on them? I supposed that's one way to fight the Scythe."

"No. But it's the Hellmouth. The demons aren't going to leave without a fight as they have in other cities. Where else has the other side used flame-throwers?"

"That was a bit wiggy," Buffy concedes. "But it's not like they can carry those around on the street."

"They can always use guns."

"Which would be just as effective against four Slayers as against two Slayers," Giles points out. "Increasing our strength does nothing to defend against the unconventional attacks you fear."

"I suppose you're right. As usual. Come on. Let's go home and do that boyfriendy-girlfriendy' stuff Buffy doesn't want to know about."

They're about to close the lower hatch and begin taxying. So Elektra, with her parasol in her right hand and her purse over her left shoulder, lowers her head and hurries towards the plane. "I'm glad to see you brought your umbrella." She turns and screams when she sees Devlin, and runs over to hug him. He looks very grim, and holds out his umbrella to keep her away. "Don't get so excited. You need to sleep. And no eating until after the Slayers are dead."

"What? Why?"

"You need to build up an appetite. Otherwise you'll back down and run away." She hugs her brother.

"I knew you'd come!"

"Then why were you walking away?"

"Shut up and get on the plane." She takes his hand and runs towards it.

Claire catches her breath and gropes Spike's body. "That was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing."

"So that's why you date me? If you can call this dating."

"Come on. You know I like you for so many other reasons."

"Like what?"

"You're hot. And brave. And, and, and you're life has purpose."

"It does?"

"Yeah! You help people. You save lives. Your life matters," she explains as she kisses his neck. "How many people can say that?"

"You can."

"Bullshit."

"You matter to me."

"Thanks, but, in the big scheme of things, I'm nothing. I don't matter to the world. I hope, one day, my art might matter. But right now, I just suck up resources and don't give anything back. I'm the real vampire," she adds with a laugh.

"You're a kid."

"That's what you think of me?"

"You're twenty years old."

"And you're a hundred and twenty. Maybe I should go. If I can find my clothes."

"I think you're shirt's behind you." Claire turns around and finds it. "And don't go. Not without me."

"Why? You're right. We have nothing in common. Except sex. You've said it yourself: all we do is fuck."

"It doesn't have to be all we do."

"So you don't wanna fuck me anymore?"

He sighs. "Bloody hell. Enough with the mood swings. Wut I meant wus, we could try going on a real date."

"It's a little late for that."

"Tomorrow night. We'll go out, have dinner and, whatever else people do on those things. It's been a long time since I dated."

"Wake up," Elektra says to Spike and Drusilla. "The sun's down."

"The rooster does not cluck when you pull out its feathers," a bleary-eyed Dru responds.

"You've been in bed all day," Devlin points out.

"We're bloody nocturnal," Spike snarls.

"Then get up," Elektra pleads.

"Maybe tomorrow," Dru offers.

"We're healing," Spike explains. "Pass me some of that medicine, would you son?" Devlin pours him a glass of blood and gin. "Maybe you could bring me back something live?"

"Of course," Devlin eagerly responds. "You won't be disappointed."

"I'm never disappointed in you son," Spike states as he downs his drink. "Except when I'm not proud of you."

"I'll get you a nice snack, mummy."

"You do that, deary. Now blow out the candle." As Dru pretends to do that, Leks turns off the lights. Spike and Dru start to cuddle and laugh.

"The noise is killing me," Elektra screams as she rides with Devlin in the belly of a plane along with the luggage.

"You didn't bring earplugs?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a frequent flyer like you, bro," she responds sarcastically. "Damn, it's freezing," she adds while shivering.

"Usually I sleep through it. Usually, someone isn't yelling in my ear."

"How can I sleep with this noise?" She wraps her jacket around her ears and buries her head in Devlin's chest, putting her arms around his body as if he's a big teddy bear.

"What are you doing?"

"You make me feel safe."

"Stop saying that."

"It's true."

"Debbie says that."

"Yuck. Now you're making me feel gross."

"Nothing gross about a vampire loving a super human person."

"It is if she's a Slayer."

"What about your Boy Slayer fantasy?"

"That's different."

"How?"

"It just is." Elektra grins and closes her eyes.

Devlin flicks Spike's left ear. He wakes up, angry. "Do you know how hard it is to drag a girl three miles through this city without arousing suspicion?"

"You try throwing her in the trunk?"

"I took the subway."

"Risky. That's not like you Dev."

"Come on, mummy. He's all wrapped and ready," Elektra says to Dru.

"Miss Edith wants her tea."

"She can have it with a new friend."

"Who?"

"Come see."

"Oi loike surprises." Leks takes her hand.

"Close your eyes." She leads her to a blond six year-old boy who's mouth is taped shut and whose eyes are covered.

"He's beautiful! And he's been sobbing." She removes the blindfold and the tape. Elektra loves watching her mum get off on some soon-to-be-dead innocent child's fear. Especially when she'll get kudos for it afterwards.

"It was a new challenge," Dev says to Spike as he stands up. "I held her hand the whole way and said I'd crush it if she tried anything. Before we went down, I showed her my face, so she knew not to fight."

"You're learning something new every day, son." Spike walks into the dungeon and sees a pale girl in her late teens with long black hair. "Is she a virgin?"

"She was when I met her." They both laugh. Spike pats Dev on the back. He sees a trickle of blood rolling down her left leg. "Normally, I'd punish a vampire for sampling my treat. But you're my flesh and blood. Also, I luv that you're finally embracing your impulsive side. Giving in to your urges."

"You look incredible," Paul says to Harmony as they sip their drinks at the club. "Have I told you that."

"Only like three or four times." They both laugh. Harmony falls into his arms. "Why do I feel like touching you?"

"I've got a few theories."

"Let's dance." The two of them join Sid and Luiz. Sidney splits off from her date and cozies up to Harmony, who either doesn't notice or doesn't mind. She feels unusually light-headed and happy, but assumes it's just the booze and the fact that she's met a guy who's really into her.

"Look at them," Sidney whispers to Harmony from behind, putting her right hand on Harm's stomach and her left hand on her face to tilt her head in the right direction. Harmony's a lot less freaked out by this inappropriate touching than she was a few hours ago. "Those boys are checking us out."

"Don't they know we're taken?"

"I'm not sure what they think. What would you think right now?" Harmony moves away and turns around.

"Omigod. They think we're - "

"Don't all men? I say we humor them. Or, torture them. Whichever." She quickly gets behind Harmony again. "It's nice to be ogled by men who think you're unattainable."

"Oh." Harmony smiles and decides to play along with the game, not noticing that Luiz and Paul are also ogling them. Of course, Sidney isn't doing this for their benefit either.

The plane lands in Cleveland at 6:30 on Saturday morning. "Oh, thank you," Leks exults when the engines are turned off. "I'm never flying coach again," the spoiled princess jokes.

"Technically, we're steerage. You slept well, eventually."

"I had a great dream."

"About your dream boy?"

"This was the one where I beat him up and take him home to meet dad. Old, cool, sexy dad. He doesn't like the boy, and tells me to tie him up, which of course I was gonna do anyway." She giggles. "But daddy starts torturing him. Spike burns my Boy Slayer, and flays him, breaks his fingers, everything he can think of to get the boy to promise to stay away from his daughter. But my boy refuses."

"Does he have a name?"

"No. Just Boy."

"What does he look like? This time?"

"He's my age. A little taller. Skinny. Tight body. And a pretty, delicate face that I could stare at for weeks. Anyway, daddy does everything he can. And remember, my boy's super powered, so he can take a lot of torture. Finally, daddy gives up, and decides that any boy who's will to go through all that for me is good enough for his daughter. So I untie him, and lick his wounds, and care for him until he's better. And then just before the part where he tells me he wants me to turn him into a vampire so we can be together forever, the plane starts to land and my ears pop and I wake up." She looks at a small dog in its cage and licks her lips.

"No Leks. You have to fast. When that Slayer tries to kill you, you wanna be ready to bite off her fingers and gnaw on her shoulders."

"Is that what you did to Hilda?"

"No."

"Lightweight." They hear the hatch start to open and unfurl their umbrellas which they hold in front like shields. The two of them stroll onto the tarmac. Devlin puts away his umbrella.

"It's cloudy." Leks does likewise. "That's a good omen." They scurry towards the nearest terminal.

Harmony, Paul, Sidney and Luiz stagger out of the club, the two couples arm-in-arm and laughing. "You guys are the best friends I've had as a vampire. I mean that," Harmony slurs.

"Just friends," Paul asks, kissing her.

"Well, some more friendly than others." Harmony reaches her key to the door but stumbles. Paul holds her up. "Any of us not wasted?"

"Whoever isn't has some explaining to do," Sid jokes.

"I know what we need," Luiz announces, going bumpy. Sidney and Paul do so as well.

"Be right back," Paul tells Harmony, putting his left arm around her waist, leaning her back against the door and kissing her. She puts her arms around him and kisses back. Sid finally grabs Paul's right hand and yanks him away. Harmony looks up at the stars and smiles.

The three vampires find a sober looking fellow and surround him. He's aghast at the monsters before him. "Hey man," Luiz begins. "You're our designated driver."

"W-what?"

"Come along and we won't kill you," Paul adds. The man tries to find a rational explanation.

"This is some sort of joke, right?" He puts his left hand to Sidney's bumps, but notices they don't come off. She twists his right arm to the breaking point.

"I know it's a cliche, but there really are two ways to do this." The three vampires growl.

Pretty soon, they return. "Got your keys," Paul asks Harmony. He gently takes them out of her right hand and gives them to the hapless gentleman they've pressed into service.

"You know where Laguna Hills is," Luiz asks. The guy nods sheepishly.

"Why are you all fangy," Harmony asks, fearful they're going on a killing spree.

"To impress the locals," Paul answers. Harmony goes bumpy once she realizes it'll scare the human and make her feel powerful.

"If you get one scratch on my car, I will so kill you," she threatens, laughing afterword. "Wow, they felt good," she whispers to Paul.

Once inside the airport, Devlin ordered up a limo with darkly tinted windows. The driver was unsure why his passengers wanted to go to a deserted part of town, but a $500 tip took care of questions. Elektra noticed the vampires had fled their cave, but found them at a nearby factory. When they heard footsteps, they thought it was the Slayers coming for an early morning kill. "Relax, it's me," Leks shouts. They put down their weapons when they see her and another vampire. Devlin hates having to show his fangs like this in order to maintain a shred of credibility.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Getting help. This here's my brother Devlin. He's killed a Slayer."

"Bullshit," one woman says. There are four men and two women, two of the vampires having been killed while Elektra was gone.

"That's the problem," Devlin muses. "How do you prove you've killed a Slayer?"

"For starters, you don't try to be Keanu Reeves in your black trenchcoat. Is that supposed to impress us," the other woman asks. Dev senses a credibility gap.

"No," Devlin calmy responds, pointing his umbrella at her. He cocks the gun with his right thumb and presses the trigger with his index finger. The bullet enters her neck and goes through her spine, causing her to disintegrate. The vampires gasp. They've never seen anyone kill a vampire with a bullet before, so it seems almost like a magic trick. "I'm not here to impress," he pledges facetiously while handing the smoking umbrella to his sister. "I'm here to get things done." He reaches into his pockets and pulls out wads of cash, which he counts out. "Here are five hundred dollars," he says to each person as he hands them money. "There's two thousand more for whoever brings me two digital video cameras. I know it's daytime, and venturing outside could kill you. But monetary incentives have a way of causing people to surmount such obstacles. We'll be staying at the Hilton. One room is ours. The adjacent room is yours, reserved under the name Cavanaugh. It's yours once I get the cameras." He looks at his watch. "Right now, it is 8:30. In a little over twelve hours, you'll see what a dead Slayer looks like. Or a dead me," he adds with a chuckle. "But I didn't come here to lose." Dev holds out his left arm, and Elektra tosses him his umbrella. They leave the factory, climb in the limo and are off.

"Pretty sorry lot, aren't they," she asks.

"It's a pity I can't save a better class of vampire. Then again, we don't need them as fighters. Or followers. Only witnesses."