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It's not worth the effort, at this point, to make herself firmly visible.

Instead, Meg concentrates on making her voice as loud and solid and present as possible as she zips through the building, ignoring such petty obstacles as walls and floors and extremely surprised lawyers and mentally checking off sites of battle: "All out! Everybody out!" she shouts to Wells and Spoon, and "They're coming down, get ready!" to Buffy and the others in the lobby, and "We're all done, it's time to go!" to River and Spike, and "Find the others, get out now!" to Harth and Mel, and then back to the first group again, as fast as she can.

Everyone has to hear.

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Buffy nods at Spoon. "I think you'd better -- we're running out of anything else to throw."

Sharply, she adds "They're coming --"

The two Slayers carrying Spoon's armor and boots have to break into a run to stay clear of the advancing line.

And orderly or not, in the end the retreat has to devolve into its simplest form of Everybody Run For It.

Karine hits the door first, half-expecting it to be locked, and holds it open for the others when it proves not to be. "Come on, come on, let's go," she's shouting as they pour through.

The night outside is cold and crisp, and across the silent street there's a fence adorned with strings of colored lights.

Wells will start shoving people if he has to. There's been more than enough blood tonight as far as he's concerned, and he doesn't want any collateral damage once Spoon makes his pitch.

This is taking far too long.

Back from her last whirlwind tour of the building, Meg hovers and fidgets, as much as a ghost can fidget, and tries not to look at the girl and the spreading bloodstain on the floor.

There's not much else she can do - she's not solid enough to help, not now, hardly solid enough even to distract the guards with her presence.

And of course, thanks to Wolfram and Hart, she can't go out the door.

"Oi, curls." Spoon and Meg haven't been introduced, alright? "Lets go. We get back, you find me a bloody towel or some shite."

Then he stands in all his...scarred, naked, totally psychotic "glory" and heads for the nearest inside-door thinking Milliways thoughts as hard as he can. Once it's open he holds it for Meg and lobs his mine as far back into the building as he can manage.

"I'm going after him," Wells informs the last few Slayers as he sees them out the door. "I'll come join you girls soon as I've seen him right. I promise."

And with that he bolts after Spoon at breakneck speed.

The door slams behind Wells, Spoon, and Meg just as the explosive goes off.

In front of the fenced-in park across the street, the bloodied and bedraggled Slayers gather in a knot around Buffy, who's digging a cellphone out of her pocket.

"Will?" she says into it. "Now."

The eye-defeating flash of a successful transit spell fades into the sulfurous glow of fire from the Wolfram & Hart lobby.

Inside the lobby, the emergency sprinkler system is finally going, and fire alarms begin blaring a belated and desperate warning. The remains of the fallen tree are scattered across the room, charred and smoldering around the edges. Most of the velvet ribbon swags have been torn down and are burning with a sickly pale flame, already starting to die under the artificial rain.

Buried under one of them is a piece of melted plastic that used to be a holiday ornament: the words Y UR NEMIES BUR are still visible on its crumpled surface.

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