Once back in the mausoleum, Buffy, Tara and Cordelia headed straight to the back wall and pushed back a door that Grace had failed to notice when she first entered.

"What are you guys doing?" Grace asked.

"Just getting some supplies, we can't save the world with our bare hands," Buffy answers, "Well, we probably could but it would be a lot harder."

Following the trio into the secret room, Grace's jaw dropped at what she saw; Lining the walls were shelves and shelves full of ancient books and display cases showing off an array of weapons.

"These are all things that we collected over the years, my friends and I. Most of the books belonged to Giles, my watcher or Willow and Tara." Buffy explains. "Some of this stuff was lost when we closed the Sunnydale Hellmouth, and for years we worked on getting it back mostly by magic. Everything else was collected when we rebuilt the Council."

"When Buffy and the rest of the scoobies died," Tara paused as Buffy grimaced, "Some of their allies gathered their belongings and built this place. I don't think they realised how powerful this place would be, though."

While the girls were talking a low rumbling began, coming from above them, and a chorus of angry voices could be heard.

"Sounds like the troops are getting restless," said Cordelia as she pulled some books off a shelf and dropped them into a wooden crate. "Let's hurry up."

While Tara and Cordy packed bags and boxes, Buffy pulled Grace to one side and started handing her clothes.

"Uh, Buffy there are more important things in here that we should be getting, you know... like weapons?"

"I know, but I always liked to look good when I was slaying. Plus, some of the girls that the Powers sent might find it easier to fight in more modern stuff." Buffy replied with a shrug. "You could do with changing too, you're covered in blood and god only knows what else... and you're starting to smell."

"Okay..." said Grace with a roll of her eyes.

Grace changed quickly. She chose a pair of dark blue jeans and a white vest, she cleaned her boots as best she could with her old clothes before putting them back on.

"Were ready to go," Cordelia called over with a wave of her hand.

Buffy and Grace loaded themselves up with the supplies and followed the other two out of the room. Stopping, Buffy dropped one of her bags and walked over to the Slayer Scythe.

"I do believe you will need this," she said holding the scythe out to Grace.

"W…what? But it's yours. You'll need it." Grace spluttered.

"No, it belongs to the slayer. You are the last official slayer and this is your fight. It belongs to you now. You're in charge." Buffy said with a smile.

"Th…thank you. Oh my god." said Grace, shocked.

"It's ok, like I said, It's rightfully is yours. Plus, I've got this." she said lifting a really heavy looking hammer. "I used this on a Hell God once ya know."

"Cool!"

With that the four headed up the stone stairs and out of the mausoleum.