Logan glared at him straight in the eyes,his upper lip curled in an animalistic snarl,and even in the darkness,Angel saw the emptiness in his eyes;thinking of him as Logan was completely wrong,because he was no longer in there.No,he probably was somewhere,he just wasn't in the driver's seat anymore.His eyes were perfectly blue now too,no longer tinged with green,and he distantly wondered if that meant anything as he braced himself for the pain and kneed Logan (no,Wolverine) in the groin.

As he doubled over,yanking his claws farther down but retracting them slightly,Angel swallowed a scream as he felt himself morph into vamp face from the pain and repeatedly kneed Wolverine in the stomach.He his claw out of him as Angel grabbed the back of Wolverine's head and smashed his face straight into his upraised knee,breaking his nose with a vicious,audible crack.The pain of impact shuddered down Angel's leg,and he stumbled away as Wolverine also staggered back,and Angel idly wondered if he had dislocated his kneecap on Wolverine's face.

As soon as Angel put his full weight on the leg,the shock of pain that ran through him was electric,and he revised his thinking.He hadn't just dislocated his kneecap,he may have broken the goddamn thing.

Logan straightened up,actually growling this time,flashing his human yet still intimidating canines,and as Angel watched,the cartilidge of his nose straightened itself out and started healing itself,blood barely having time to flow out his nostrils before it slowed to a trickle and stopped altogether.

Logan did a slight double take as he saw his vampire face (and Wolverine hadn't seen it before,although Logan,the real one,had),and said,"You're an ugly motherfucker,aren't you?But I like the teeth-I could make a necklace out of that."

He started stalking towards him again,claws still out and at his sides,but he now had the rounded shoulders and lowered head of a predator moving in for the kill. Angel had no doubt at all he both had the desire and ability to do it.

He backed up,favoring his left leg as his knee seemed to scream with each step,and Wolverine just smiled,in no hurry to finish off what he obviously saw as easy prey.Angel knew Logan was capable of swift movement,swifter than your average human,but he was toying with him,savoring the moment before the kill like any vampire.And Angel loathed feeling helpless-he was a vampire,damn it,he should kick anyone's ass!Except a Slayer's,potentially...and,apparently,a human mutant's with a metal skeleton and knives in his hands.

Angel backed right into the glass case full of crystals as Logan continued to leer at him."End of the road,Chester,"he taunted,and rather than use his claws,he kicked out with his foot.

Angel hadn't been prepared for that and it caught him off guard.He took the foot in the stomach and smashed through the case,the glass shattering and slicing into his skin at a thousand different angles as he and its metal frame hit the floor,the crystals digging into his back on impact.

Wolverine chuckled low in his throat,looming over him."I've had too many easy kills.What's say I have some fun first?"

It took all his strength for Angel to rear up on his glass cut hands and kick out with both feet,hitting Logan square in the stomach.Angel couldn't quite swallow the scream as the pain seemed to explode through his leg on impact,but Logan hadn't expected his prey to do that and was caught equally unaware:he flew back three feet and fell through a stone mosaic coffee table,which seemed to explode under him,unable to take the weight of so much metal.

But Logan was back on his feet instantly,continuing to snarl,as Angel rolled over to the teak dining room table opposite the bar,and grabbed one of its thick,carved legs,hoping to pull himself to his feet.

But Logan brought down his leg in a perfect scissor kick and shattered the heavy table,making it collapse partially on Angel's head as he quickly rolled aside,trying to avoid further squashing.

"I hate fucking cowards,"Logan growled."Take it like a man,you-"

Logan suddenly stopped,and as Angel used the wall to pull himself back up to his feet,he saw him wince and shake his head as if trying to clear it.

"What is it,Logan?"He asked,wiping the blood from his mouth with the sleeve of his now tattered coat.Angel wanted nothing more than to collapse in a fetal position and pass out for about a day and a half,but he had to be ready to defend himself against further attacks if need be.How he had no idea,since he couldn't stand up on his own.

But he had learned something;Logan wasn't just a street fighter.It was his preferred method of fighting,but that kick was pure martial art.And the more he thought about it,fighting with those claws was probably like fighting with a short sword.If he didn't want to accidentally slice himself,passers by,or other objects into ribbons,Logan had learned how to fight with them.But he probably didn't know when or how himself.

"That's not my name,"he growled,looking up at him.Logan took a step forward,but he stopped and grabbed his head,as if in pain."Shit!"He cursed,still trying to shake it off.

"What?Logan,tell me what's going on.Do you know who you are?"Angel sincerely hoped he did,or he was about to become a pile of dust on a carpet that would be impossible to clean.

And he suddenly saw,in his mind's eye-

-Shrike grinning up at him with bloody teeth,giggling maniacally,saying,"You're a killing machine, Wolverine,"-

-the black handle grip falling slowly towards the ground-

-light filtering in through a sickly green substance;as tepid and fluid as water,but too thick to be that.An oxygen mask clamped over his face kept him from drowning,and he tried frantically to move,but could not;he was paralyzed.He saw figures in surgical gowns standing around him, wavering like ghosts through the ichor green liquid,and he felt the cold metal of a scalpel slice into his thigh,his blood erupting in a dark plume that clouded the thick fluid around him as he screamed inside his mind,wanting to lash out but unable to move -

-Enigma's voice,telling him,"And if you remember only one thing I ever taught you,let it be this:always keep going.A moving target is harder to hit."-

-the black grip falling again,released from someone's hand-

-a man,approaching him in the parking lot of a bar,snow frosting the ground and twinkling in the starlight."Are you Logan?"The man,a thick necked goon with a pinched face asked,taking a drag off a cigarette butt.

"Who wants to know?"He asked,paranoia putting him on alert.He could hear two other men emerge  from behind parked cars,each one bigger than the last,and flanking him as he tried to back away from there.

The three struck then,diving for him.He punched the pinch faced goon-he had a glass jaw and went down like a ton of bricks-but one of the other goons grabbed him from behind while the other jabbed something in his neck.It was sharp and electric,and it shot through him like a lightning bolt,turning his knees to jelly as he collapsed to the cold cement-

-the handle grip falling again,only this time he saw it was falling from Enigma's hand,and he heard her say,"I'm sorry you'll survive,"-

-lights were shone in his eyes,as bright as spotlights,and while he wanted to close his eyes he couldn't,something was keeping them open,and he felt pinpricks of pain as he was jabbed with needles in several parts of his body;his arms,his legs,his throat.He wanted to curse them,ask what the hell they were doing,but he was pinned like a butterfly to a board,unable to move,to blink,to breathe-

-looking down into Enigma's face as blood oozed from her mouth as she closed her eyes,her body going limp in his arms,and then she sighed,"Logan," and he knew that was his name-

Logan stumbled back,dropping to one knee as the pain continued to knife through his head,gasping at pain that was almost more emotional than physical.

Oh shit,what was happening?

"Logan,"he heard a familiar voice say."Is that you?"

He looked up,feeling disoriented and disconnected,and at first he didn't know where he was,or who  the ugly mutant against the far wall was.And why the hell did his balls hurt?

He did a slight double take,but it was a bloody,beaten Angel in his mutant/'vamp' face.He knew that by smell alone if nothing else.

"Where the hell are we?"He asked,standing up.His head still felt jammed full of steel wool,but reality seemed to be slowly reasserting itself.And looking around the darkened apartment,he saw broken furniture everywhere,and his claws were out.He retracted them as he added,"What happened?And who kicked me in the balls?"

Angel sighed as he leaned against the wall,blood continuing to ooze from the corner of his mouth,dribbling down the front of his torn and bloody shirt."It's a long story,but I think we need to get out of here,because we're trespassing.Although...I think I'm just going to have to rest for a second,okay?"

And with that,Angel's yellow eyes rolled back in his head,and he collapsed to the floor in a crumpled heap.

"Oh,fucking great timing,"Logan groused,the ghosts of painful memories still racing through his head as he went to pick Angel up.

He figured he smelled bloody from the glass cuts-he seemed covered with them-but he notice the uniform holes in the back of his coat,and turned him over onto his back....only to see six very neat holes in his chest and stomach.The three puncture wounds in his chest were older,but had cracked open and were bleeding anew.The ones in his stomach were very fresh though.

He had clawed Angel?Twice?Why?And why couldn't he remember doing it?

But then again,he didn't remember how he got here either.And Angel never answered his question about the dickhead who got him in the groin.

With a disgusted sigh,he grabbed the unconscious Angel and hefted him over shoulder before looking for an exit.

The man turned and saw him,and his eyes widened in fear as he frantically reached in his sports coat pocket and pulled out a gun."Stop right there!I mean it!"The man shouted,aiming a nine millimeter pistol at him.His hand was shaking so bad even if he fired now the bullet would have went wide in this narrow corridor.

"What the hell have you done to Angel?"Cordelia snapped angrily,glaring at him.She made to step out of the elevator,but Wesley grabbed her arm and stopped her.

Logan paused,even more confused than before."What the hell is going on?"He exclaimed crossly. "And I didn't do anything to him...well,okay,I did.But I don't remember doing it.And put that gun away before I shove it up your ass and give you a blowhole in the top of your skull."

Wesley stepped forward tentatively,gazing at him over the top of his wire framed glasses. "Logan?"

"No,Santa Claus,"he scoffed."Who the hell else would I be?"

"It could be a trick,"Gunn said warily,eyeing him like a piece of roadside trash.

"Why are you even talking to him?!"The strange smelling blue eyed man exclaimed,more frightened than angry."He's a killer!"

"Could you put me down now?This is kind of humiliating,"Angel muttered,his voice barely audible.

Logan obliged,crouching down and sliding Angel off his shoulder,but Angel had to grab his arm and the nearby wall to stay upright.

Angel's face was normal now,his glassy eyes brown and his teeth human,but glass still glittered like crushed diamonds in several facial and scalp lacerations,and his face was caked with blood."It's him,Cordy.Whatever you did,Wes,it worked-and just in time too.Good job."

Wesley smiled at him,although Cordy just looked horrified at the state of Angel.Angel,for his part,just frowned."What's that smell?"

"Yeah.Smells like a fire at an Italian restaurant,"Logan agreed,wrinkling his nose.

Gunn tossed a smoldering bundle of twigs to the elevator floor and stamped them out with his foot."Maybe it'll give you a new appreciation for secret herbs and spices,"he deadpanned.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?!"The stranger demanded,confused about who he should aim the gun at now.

"He was under a..."Angel began,and hesitated,seemingly unable to finish the sentence.

"A thrall,"Wesley chimed in."But it has been broken now.He's no threat to you,I promise."

"Who was under a what?"Logan repeated."What,do you mean me?"

"What I want to know is how you got your hand on Xerrilian crystals,"Angel said,glaring-well,as best he could in a semi-conscious state-at the stranger.

"Xerrilian crystals?"Wesley repeated,looking at the stranger in cold shock.

The stranger looked between him and Angel in a slowly increasing sense of panic."I don't know what you're talking about,"he claimed,lying so blatantly even Gunn,who could only see the back of him,scoffed derisively.

"What are Xerrilian crystals?"Logan asked.He didn't feel too idiotic for not knowing,because Angel and his not so 'merry men' (and Cordy) often broke down into complete and utter gibberish, although it made a certain sense to them.And Logan remembered some weird,pyramid shaped crystal looking things on the carpet,among all the shattered glass.Maybe that's what Angel was referring to?

"Actually,they're not crystals at all,"Angel said,attempting to explain."They're the condensed secretions of the rare Xerril demon."

"And it's a highly addictive substance,"Wesley continued,staring daggers at the stranger,who was still randomly changing the aim of his weapon.He seemed to realize he was in deep shit now. "Especially to humans,who can be enslaved by it."

"Secretions?"Cordelia repeated,wrinkling her nose in disgust."Oh,that is just sick."

"Did you screw Wolfram and Hart out of a deal on them,or did you just steal the crystals from them outright?"Angel continued,his anger helping bring him back to full consciousness."Either way is living dangerously,Belial."

"Belial?"Gunn echoed,rolling his eyes."Oh,I shoulda guessed."

"You know this jackass?"Logan asked.

Angel shrugged a single shoulder,never looking away from the guy he called Belial."I know his type."

Belial's bright blue eyes narrowed to thin slits as he glared back at Angel."Big whoop.You're a vampire who just got his ass kicked by some weird ass human."Belial turned his back to the wall,and aimed the gun more or less at Wes,Cordy,and Gunn in the elevator."Now get out before I start shooting."

"You aren't doing a damn thing except explaining yourself,"Angel growled,as Wesley hesitated.

Belial rolled his eyes."You can't even move,vampire.Like I'm going to be afraid-"

Logan lunged,popping his claws at the last second and slicing the gun clean in half,just missing taking his hand with it by a half inch.Belial flattened himself against the wall,reeking with fear,as the rest of the sentence fell out of his mouth:"-of you."

Logan brought his claw up,the tips of them just touching the underside of the man's chin."Afraid of me?"He wondered,staring into his terrified azure eyes.

The stench of terror coming off the man was almost nauseating in its pungency."I-I think that's a fair assessment,yes,"the man stammered,trying to stand on his toes so the claws didn't dig into his skin,but there was only so far he could go.

"So answer the question,dirtbag,"Logan said,glaring into his terrified eyes.Was it so much for one person to answer one goddamned question around here?

The man with the real weird name of Belial glanced around for any help,but it was amazing how little was forthcoming."I ain't got all night,asshole,"Logan spat,using his clawless hand to shove the man even harder against the wall.He nearly yelped in fear,and seemed to get the message.

"You know it was just business-if the stuff wasn't pure that wasn't my fault.Quality control was their deal,not mine."

Logan still had no idea what was going on,but at least he could figure out the language."You sold some people tainted stuff?"

"Wolfram and Hart,"Angel said,chuckling humorlessly.He seemed stronger,but was still leaning against the wall."They've had people eviscerated for looking at them funny,and you ripped them off?How stupid are you?"

Belial glared at Angel angrily."Hey,Buck had a plan!We were-"He suddenly shut up,as if he'd admitted something he shouldn't have.

"Who in the hell calls themselves Buck outside of porno movies?"Gunn exclaimed derisively.Cordy and Wesley stared at him,and he asked,"What?"

Actually,the same thought had occurred to Logan,but he waited for the guy to answer.

Surprisingly,it was Angel who did."Another Belial?You two weren't in league with a Berserker,were you?"

Now Logan had no idea what planet Angel was on,but he saw the briefest flash of recognition in this Belial's eyes (what kind of name was Belial anyways?And he thought Buck was bad...) ,although the bastard tried to hide it."I don't know any Berserkers."

"You're lying,"Logan snarled,because he knew he was.He had absolutely no idea what he was talking about,though.

"Did you really think you could team up with a Berserker and be safe?"Angel asked incredulously.

They're more trustworthy than Wolfram and Hart,"Belial shot back.

Angel shrugged at that."Good point."

"You thinking that guy we found shredded last night was Buck?"Gunn asked Angel,looking around them.

"I'm wondering,"Angel replied,still considering it.Whatever it was,Logan was really hoping someone had a Cliff's Note version of whatever the hell was going on."I think you're deal has gone very bad, in more ways than one."

"Shredded?"Belial said,looking between them."You're making that up."

"I wish we were.But we found a Belial quite obviously ripped apart by a Berserker in an alley near West Hollywood yesterday.And if that was your friend,Wolverine isn't the only one out to kill you."

The stench of fear rolling off Belial became almost unbearable as he visibly paled,and whispered, "Oh shit."

"We'd better go,now,"Wesley said,and absolutely nobody disagreed.Logan had no idea what or who Berserker was,but everyone else seemed terrified by it.He was just happy to be leaving, frankly,and waited for Angel to limp into the elevator (why was he limping?) before tossing Belial in,and following into the crowded,smokey elevator.

"Why does it smell like a bar?"Angel asked,leaning against the back wall.

Cordy picked up a bottle of wine from the far corner and held it up for them to see."Symbolic blood."

"Oh,"Angel replied,nodding as if that made sense.

Logan figured the big dark red stain on the carpet was wine,then.It was a relief-but why did they punch a hole in the ceiling?"Can anyone explain to me what's going on?"He asked,throwing the question out to everyone but Belial as Wesley hit the appropriate button,and they all started their slow descent towards the ground floor.

"Uh,well..."Wesley began,nervously adjusting his glasses and looking down at the carpet.

"Here,you might need this,"Cordy said,holding the bottle of wine towards him.

He took it with a grateful nod,and had a hearty swig.It was cheap,warm,and terrible,but hell,it was booze.And he was sure Cordy was right:he was going to need all the alcohol he could get his hands on.

He didn't remember the bike crash at all,but if he had a head injury-however transient-that might explain that.Gunn said the bike damage could be easily fixed,which was a relief,but he didn't know how it didn't get mangled into a chunk of scrap.Frankly,if he took out a tree,Logan didn't know how either.

And if Shrike wasn't already dead,he'd kill him.But since he was,there was some well deserved revenge down the toilet.

He wasn't going to try and wrap his head around the 'spell' thing-that was just stupid.But if it made them happy to believe that...well,whatever.As long as it got them through the night,who was he to burst their bubble?

As for the guy who got shredded,that made sense,in a way,although they were going on with that demon stuff again.Belial wasn't the guy's name,but what he supposedly was-a Belial demon,who apparently lied a lot.Which made them sound very human to him,but the guy sure smelled funny. His name was supposedly Ralph,which made Belial sound a hell of a lot better.

Attempting to leave the elevator,Angel obviously needed help,and when Logan went to help him he shook his head and looked pointedly at Ralph's back.He wanted him free to deal with the asshole.

Gunn ended up helping Angel out,letting him place an arm around his shoulders and use him as a human crutch as the group left the apartment,Logan shadowing Ralph so close he was making him twitch,which made Logan inexplicably happy.

"So what is a Berserker,exactly?"Logan asked anyone who cared to answer him.

"Oh god,they're these big ugly things that are half teeth,and look like cousins of those things in Alien,only smaller and not so droolly."Cordelia replied.

"And they have eyes,"Angel added.

"Okay,"Logan answered,wondering if they had been smoking something more potent than rosemary."You're not gonna tell me they're aliens,are you?"

"No,they're just demons,"Wesley said,leading the way out.

"Well,that makes so much more sense,"Logan drawled,shaking his head dismissively.He knew they generally meant well,but sometimes he'd swear they all needed heavy doses of thorazine,and an all expense paid vacation at the local nuthouse.

Wesley turned back as he opened the door,scowling at him in disappointment."I know it's hard for you to accept,Logan,but after all you've seen and experienced,I don't understand how-"

Suddenly a large,dark object swept past,ripping the glass door off its hinges and throwing it aside,taking Wesley with it.Then a large black thing blotted out all the light from the outside as it tore a much wider hole in the doorway.

"Belial,"an inhuman voice boomed through the foyer,rattling the windows and sounding like rocks tumbling around in a clothes dryer."Did you really think you could cheat me too?!"

"Get back,"Angel shouted,as Ralph attempted to run,but Logan grabbed him and held him fast.

Logan had to admit he was impressed.The thing standing before them was nine feet of pure ugly,with blackish grey reptilian skin;long and gangly limbs that made its torso look small by comparison;and a huge,oversized,bald ovoid head that seemed like a violation of physics balanced on its stumpy neck.It had no lips to speak of,and a black slash of its mouth about as wide as its torso was long,and-as Cordy had claimed-chock full of serrated ivory teeth like three inch long knife blades.Its eyes were high over its huge mouth,two pupilless red orbs that looked like thumbprints sunken in dough.

Not only did it not look the least bit human,but it didn't smell the least bit human-as weird as Ralph was,there was still a trace of a human scent beneath his general acrid reek (sort of like heavily diluted turpentine).This Berserker (?) smelled like burned rubber and bile,entrails and slagged metal,and something he couldn't even find a comparison for;it did sort of smell like death though,something rotted and charred and doused in sulphur.

"Krvzet,"Ralph said-or at least that's what it sounded like he said-trying to sound as casual as possible,in spite of the waves of fear coming off him like the trade winds off an ocean of vinegar. "We'd never cheat you!This is just a misunderstanding!We can work it out like two adults."

"Lies,"the thing growled.Logan could feel its voice rumble in his chest."I should have known better than to trust liars!"

It swatted at him with one of its oversized hands,its palm as huge as a small car door and fingers just as long,tipped with ebony claws half again the length of the digits,but Logan threw Ralph out of the way as Krvzet burst into the lobby,taking half the wall with him.

The big ugly monster turned its full attention towards Ralph on the other side of the foyer, scrambling to get to his feet as it swiveled its oversized,misshapen head in his direction."I should feed your intestines to my children,Belial."

"Hey,we can work this out,"Ralph wheedled,trying to sneak away slowly."I have some quality stuff upstairs.What say I get it?"

"What say I shit down your neck stump,thief?"The Berserker growled back,suddenly looking towards the rest of them."You and your friends."

"We're not with him,"Cordelia immediately replied.But if the Berserker heard her,it didn't care.

It took a menacing lurch towards them,its bare and large lizard like feet making small cracks in the terrazzo tile with each tooth rattling step,and Angel detached himself from Gunn and limped forward,his face changing almost instantly:brow pushing outward over immediately chatoyant yellow eyes,teeth protruding into a set of jagged fangs,and even his scent had changed slightly, becoming just slightly less human.

"Lovely imagery,"Angel said to the big ugly."But I'd get out of here before I kill you."

The thing made a noise like a volcano verging on eruption,and Logan guessed it was a laugh. "Vampire bug.You don't even have entrails worth keeping.But it is funny to watch you explode..."

It suddenly snapped its head forward,like a crocodile surging towards its prey,but Angel had been expecting that and spun into a kick,hitting the Berserker square in its gaping mouth and sending about a dozen of its teeth skittering over the tile like angrily thrown dice.But Angel instantly collapsed,screaming in pain and grabbing his knee,as he had kicked the thing full force with his bad leg.

The Berserker roared in pain,loud enough to make the glass shudder in its frames,and Gunn raced in to grab Angel,but before he did so he grabbed a Zippo lighter out of his pocket and seemed to adjust it.Logan had no idea what good that would do,but as he grabbed Angel under the shoulders, the Berserker's head snapped right towards him,and Gunn held up the lighter and flicked it on.

"Have a little fire,Scarecrow,"he spat,as the flame that jumped up was nearly twice the size of the lighter itself,and the Berserker reared its head back with a roar as Cordy rushed in and helped Gunn pull Angel back towards the relative safety of the elevator.

Logan retrieved Ralph,who was trying to sneak away,and threw him hard against the wall."Move and I'll cut your fucking legs off myself,"he growled,then turned back towards the Berserker,who was stalking towards the trio by the elevator.It seemed to be ignoring him entirely.Why?Because he was "just" human?

"I'll gut you for that,human,"the Berserker threatened,still sounding like gravel down a drainpipe.

"Hey,Godzilla,"Logan shouted,loud enough to almost shake the windows himself.Its ungainly head turned towards him,its tiny red eyes seemingly scanning him like he was nothing more than an insect."Nice claws."He held his arms down at his sides and popped his claws instantly,the familiar pain of the blades slicing through his flesh nearly unnoticeable in the almost ecstatic cleansing rage that now filled his body and mind."But mine are cooler."

With that,he charged the two legged nightmare.

The thing swung one of its grotesquely oversized hands at him,meaning to squash him like a bug,but Logan held his ground and simply lashed out with his hand.About a half foot away from impact,his claws sliced through its rubbery,thick flesh,through muscles like knots of metal mesh,and bone as dense as stone.

The Berserker's left arm was severed near the wrist,and its hand went flying away,through the intact window to the right of the gaping hole where the door used to be.

It roared in anger and pain as blood as black and thick as oil spewed from its severed arm,and it snapped its massive jaws forward,trying to cut him in half-which was a joke,because even as monstrous as he (?) was,Logan bet he couldn't bite through adamantium.

Still,he didn't want to find out.He dodged it,and did the same thing Angel had done-spun into a kick and hit it square in the jaw.But Angel didn't have any metal him,so the impact was at least ten times as great:the Berserker lost all its teeth on the left side point of impact,and from the monstrous crack and sudden shift of its jaw,he had broken the mandible as well.

The scream of the thing was deafening and disorienting,making Logan stagger back a few paces in pain,and that's when it grabbed him in its good hand,squeezing hard enough to make it impossible for him to breathe.

But Logan was able to move his claws,cutting through and sometimes severing its fingers,and before it could smash him to the floor or bite him with the remainder of its teeth,he slashed through its beady little eyes with a claw.

It dropped him instantly and screamed so loudly and in such a high pitch he was surprised all their eardrums didn't shatter.It staggered away blindly towards he remains of the door,blood still fountaining from its severed arm and making the tiles slick,when Angel shouted,"Back of the neck!"

The meaning was clear enough.He jumped up on the thing's back and rammed his claw into to the base of its neck,ripping through bone before shoving himself off of it and jumping back down to the floor.

It was just in time.It stood stock still on its strange,splay toed feet,seemingly wavering ever so slightly,then collapsed as if shot.It hit the tile so hard it not only cracked,but whatever glass was intact in the foyer instantly shattered,raining down on the blood slicked floor.

"Now I know why the government guys wanted you back so bad,"Gunn said dryly.

"Wesley,"Angel gasped in pain,as he forced himself to sit up.