The other members of the Order of Aurelius emerged from the plane to join them. They stood silently, gazing at their new surroundings. Spike looked about as well and saw only that he had returned to the place that he despised more than any other. The look of it, the smells that travelled in the night air, even the feel of the ground beneath his feet, all served to remind him of the failures he'd experienced here. This was her place - the Slayer, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not kill her.
"Well?" Spike snapped at Malik.
The large, dark skinned vampire looked at him in confusion. "Well what?" he growled.
"Did you arrange for a lift or should we stroll on up to the main terminal and call a bloody taxi?"
Malik snarled as he glanced down at his feet. "I arranged a ride before we left Egypt," he said in a measured tone. "It should be arriving shortly."
"It better," Spike growled.
A moment later a limousine followed by a van appeared on the runway heading toward them. Most of the Order shambled to the van. Only Malik and Drusilla remained by Spike's side. A vampire in a dark suit emerged from the driver's side of the limousine and hurriedly opened the door for Spike and Dru.
Malik entered the limo from the other side, sitting opposite them.
