Angel and Faith walked slowly, side by side, half hidden in the shadows. Their feet made little more than a whisper on the ground.
"How'd you find her?" Faith asked softly.
"Willow did a tracking spell," Angel replied.
Kennedy stood in a small alleyway, surrounded by a few minions and innocent people.
"I won't lie to you. Most of you will die. Some of you, however, will be reborn, and will become my babies," Kennedy said, smirking.
"But don't worry. I won't leave you like my own Sire did to me. When he got that wretched soul back."
Faith pulled a stake from her pocket and threw it into the nearest minion's back. The minion screeched and turned to dust.
Kennedy spun around.
"Always good to see fellow Slayers. Oh, and you have my Sire with you."
"Come with us Kennedy, and we can let everyone go free," Angel bargained.
The vampire pretended to think about it.
"How about... nah. Why don't we turn Faith and the rest into vamps, then we'll set about to an apocalypse?"
"Or, in the alternative... how about we don't?" Faith asked, snapping into action and moving to attck three minions at once.
Angel jumped into it, finding his own fight, helping and being helped by Faith occassionally, while Kennedy stood in the midst of it, laughing.
"Get out of here!" Angel yelled to the people.
As Faith dusted the final minion, she whistled.
"Hey Wolfie, time to play!"
Oz stepped out of the shadows and shot Kennedy in the neck with a trank gun. She wavered for a few moments, then collapsed.
"Nice shot," Angel said to Oz.
"Well, I work out," the laconic werewolf replied.
"So, let's get her back to Anya and Andrew. I reckon broody's girl might want to kill her."