"I'm still not sure about this," worried Freeman, sitting uncomfortably in Oz's van as it chugged along in anticipation of arriving at the warehouse.
"You said he agreed to exchange Oz for you, right?" asked Xander, wrapping a rope around Freeman casually.
"Yes, but he's not the most trustworthy of individ-" Freeman cut short his reply. Annoyed, he questioned, "What are you doing?"
"If we supposedly kidnapped you, you should look restrained," reasoned Xander as he contemplated a knot.
"I could break out of this ridiculousness in seconds," argued Freeman.
"I didn't say you should be restrained, I said you should look restrained. Pay attention, bucko," Xander replied with a dose of sarcasim.
"As I was saying this will most certainly be a trap," Freeman advised.
"Yeah, well, I seem to have a knack for escaping traps," informed Buffy.
"What is it you do exactly?" inquired Freeman.
"Oh, I'm a vampire slayer," answered Buffy casually.
"And this friend of your's that you are trying to rescue is a werewolf?" questioned Freeman.
"Yup," replied Buffy.
"And I thought I had stories," Freeman commented to himself.
"There's the warehouse," announced Giles, parking the VW wagon as he had grown accustomed to doing.
"Wish us luck," requested Buffy as she hopped out of the van with Freeman at arm's reach.
"Buff-" began Willow.
"We agreed you're staying, remember?" interrupted Buffy.
After some thought Willow conceded and wished a simple, "Good luck."
"Ready?" inquired Giles, the chains draped over his shoulder clashing with his tweed jacket.
Buffy nodded a yes and grabbed Freeman by a bicep, dragging him along as roughly as she could. An odd aesthetic was cast as the trio's contrasting appearances met the run down neighborhood's street. They entered the warehouse formidably, concious of the potential threat that this place held.
Passing the outer door, Buffy was surprised to see the place gutted with no trace of a complex high tech operation left. In its place was a rotting shell of a building that looked as if it had been untouched in the past few decades, complete with requisite layers of dust and mold. The vast expanse that made of the inside of the building was broken up by No-Puncuation-Man standing sharply at the end opposite Buffy and company. A disoriented, seemingly drugged werewolf was crouched at his left, toying with several space-age looking objects that kept his interest engaged.
"Aaaah, Freeman, I see you didn't achieve your objective as easily as you had promised, my faith in your abilities to handle such situations has just been diminished, you needn't worry about the state of your employ, however, you still have a place in the organization, it's just a slightly less trusted one," called out the No-Puncuation-Man.
"You can debrief your crony later, let's make the trade," yelled back Buffy, forsaking any questions as to the fate of the secret factory.
"Of course, I believe it's traditional for your captured party to walk toward me as my captured party walks toward you simultaneously, that is how it's done in the movies after all, you know, you needn't bother with those silly chains, our restraints make them look rather juvenile, speaking of which, I should unlock them for you," babbled No-Puncuation-Man. He reached over and tapped out a sequence on a futuristic keypad that a clamp around one of Oz's wrists bore.
"You only need to push the red button to release him now, you are capable of that I assume, of course, I would not advise doing so after the sedative wears off, that is, unless you don't value your own good health, shall we proceed?" rambled No-Puncuation-Man.
Buffy released her grip around Freeman's arm and he walked forward warily. A few paces into the journey No-Puncuation-Man gave Oz a shove, sending him dopily forward in compliance. Tension mounted as Buffy surveyed her surroundings for any hint of a double cross. Giles nervously went over the chains he bore with his hands while Oz and Freeman passed each other roughly halfway without sparing a glance. The latter resisted the urge to turn and run away from his entrapped life, knowing any such effort would be in vain.
Oz came within only a few steps of his destination, as did his counterpart at the other side of the warehouse. Buffy and Giles exchanged equal expressions of anxiety while No-Puncuation-Man gave a stern-faced Freeman a machinatious smile.
Finally, both walks were finished within seconds of each other. Buffy grabbed at one of Oz's restraints authoratatively, causing a mellow growl to be attempted, but abandoned as sleepliness ran its course. Freeman took his place by his unwanted boss' side, turning to face the same direction as his master.
No-Puncuation-Man's smile widend to ridiculous levels, causing Buffy ran her eyes over the scene to see what caused her enemy to have such a happy. To her horror she now realized she was surrounded by an uncountable amount of gun-toting masked men. Buffy didn't have time to reason their impossible entrance and looked eagerly for an escape, but found none.
"I'm very sorry to have to say this, well actually I'm not really sorry at all, either way it doesn't matter. Kill them!" commanded No-Puncuation-Man. The small army of thugs leveled their weapons at a terrified Buffy and Giles as well as at an unwitting, dazed werewolf. Buffy swallowed and bit her tongue, ready to met whatever fate would befall her.
"Stop or he gets it!" yelled a valiant Freeman as the peculiar weapon he held to No-Puncuation-Man's head hummed to life.
"You just forfeited your own life, Freeman!" growled his victim in terror.
Freeman's previous threat did little to deter the firing squad who were still intent on following their order. Realizing this, he tried a new approach.
"Ok, stop it or you all get it!" barked Freeman, aiming his weapon this time toward Buffy and Giles' aggressors. In a resounding clanking sound all dropped their firearms to the ground, fearful of the destructive capabilities of Freeman's humorous-looking weapon.
"Make a run for it, I'll make sure no one follows," nobly insisted Freeman. Buffy spared an expression of sincere thanks before trotting off behind Giles, dragging an awkward werewolf behind her like a domestic pet. They would waste no time in making their getaway.
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