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WHO: Cordelia Chase
WHAT: Another soldier down.
WHEN: While Wes is rescuing Dawn.
WHERE: The building being used for AI headquarters.
RATING: PG (to be safe)
STATUS: Complete; narrative

Cordelia sighed heavily as Wes left to help Dawn. In the matter of a few hours things had gone from bad to pretty much hopeless and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She'd yet to have another vision, and the one she'd originally had before all the crazy had begun still wasn't offering up any clues as to how to stop any of it. Then there was the fact that she had yet to come across anything useful in the research department, which made her feel even more useless than she already felt. To make matters worse, Willow was back on the 'I'm an evil uberwitch' wagon and, oh yeah, Satan himself was still out there somewhere doing who-knew-what.

"You know," Cordelia stated as she glanced up at the ceiling, "anytime you want to toss us a bone, that'd be great. We're all pretty much floundering around down here and I have to say, it's pretty much sucking in a massive way at the moment."

She doubted she'd get an answer. She rarely did. The Powers That Be weren't ones for fulfilling requests all that often and, when they did, typically it wasn't in a way that was both vague and not usually that helpful. But considering she was now sitting, alone, in a building that had been protected magically by the very same witch who was gunning for their group, Cordelia was out of options. With a soft sigh, she stood up and moved away from the pile of books she'd spent most of the day reading through.

"Okay," she spoke again, if only to keep herself from feeling as alone and vulnerable as she was, "let's take this from the top. What do we know?" She began counting things off on her fingers.

"One. Lucifer is most definitely here and, for some reason I cannot even fathom, the other angels are pretty much doing a great big nothing. Two. With the arrival of the Biggest Big Bad of them all, every pseudo-evil being from here to Timbuktu and back has started to turn this place into a pre-Apocalyptic party zone and probably are only going to get worse the longer he's here. Three. Willow is now one of them. Four. My vague-o-rama vision has been of precisely zero use and for some reason managed to bypass my whole demonic essence and that whole no-pain policy. And five." She paused in her pacing, tapping the forefinger on her left hand against the thumb on her right.

"We are so screwed." With a heavy sigh, she flopped back down into her chair and once more turned her gaze upward. "Seriously. Do you want us all to die? Is that the reason for the sudden vow of silence?"

With a disgusted shake of her head, Cordelia reached for her bottle of water. Just as her hand closed around the bottle, however, she froze in place. "Oh!" she exclaimed, blindly surging to her feet and reaching for a nearby pen and pad of paper. "Oh! Oh! Now we're talki.... crap!"

Her stomach dropped as the vision flashed before her mind's eye. Her hand shook as she tried her damndest to write out what she was seeing despite the pain that had spiked in her forehead and began spreading outward at a rapid pace. "No. God, please, no," she whispered as the final image hovered for a moment longer. The pen made a soft scratching sound as she managed to write out what she was seeing. Then her knees buckled, the pain all but exploded behind her eyes, and with a muted scream Cordelia crumpled to the floor in a heap. The pen fell from her fingers and rolled a few feet away before coming to a stop. Yet the paper on the table remained, her last message scrawled out haphazardly upon the sheet and the only warning to her friends of just what was to come.

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