(Beta Team, civvies)

RILEY: Talk to me, Forrest.

FORREST: Signal's somewhere in this neighborhood. Estimate within a two-block radius.

(Giles' apartment. Giles is digging into Spike's wound with the tweezers while Anya holds the flashlight for him. )

WILLOW: It feels, and looks, like the ionizing spell is wearing off.

XANDER: Giles?

GILES: I've got it. I've got it!

(Back to Beta Team. They're getting closer.)

RILEY: Okay, we want to keep the hostile contained, so no one is to make a move without my--

FORREST: (stops) Wait. Signal's cleared up. (points across the street) There.

RILEY: Let's go!

(Giles' apartment. He hands Xander the tweezers)

GILES: Um, go!

(With the tracer in one hand, Boost Bar in the other, Xander dashes down the hallway and skids around the corner. Outside, Forrest suddenly stops.)

RILEY: What?

FORREST: It's on the move.

RILEY: Heading?

FORREST: Straight at us. Forty meters and closing. Moving fast.

GRAHAM: In broad daylight?

RILEY: Look alive people. Weapons at the ready.

FORREST: Twenty-five meters . . . twenty . . . fifteen.

RILEY: Where?

FORREST: To the left. Ten meters . . . five!

RILEY: Anyone?

GRAHAM: I got nothing.

FORREST: This doesn't make sense. It went right past us.

(They're all looking around. Riley notices a drain gutter.)

RILEY: (disgusted) Flushed. The tracer's been flushed.

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
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