Team - Buffy, Spike, Xander, Alesta vs. Eve/Guards
Spike didn't like it. He didn't like Alesta coming, he didn't like Buffy heading into the mouth of the dragon (again), he didn't like how the people he believed valuable had been shipped off to some foreign country at the word of a former ally - fucking Xander, of all people - and an enemy whose face he would be more than happy to rearrange. It didn't matter what Spike liked and didn't like on the one hand, since he could complain about these things all day and all night and get nowhere with them. The only thing that one in his situation could do was act and so that was exactly what he planned on doing. First he'd help bust their two teammates out while making sure Buffy, Alesta, and the younger Xander weren't killed off in the process and then he'd head back out and resume in his process of sniffing out the older Xander. He still wanted to make him cry for what he had done.
"What she said," Spike chimed in. He kept his place behind both Alesta and Buffy, but just ahead of Xander. The younger Xander had quieted down a bit since all of this had started, something that Spike believed to be a hearty improvement.
Xander was ready to fight. He knew that he had not betrayed everyone out personally, but he felt like this was still his mess to clean up. Carrying a sword of his own - one that was nowhere near as shiny as Faith's - Xander took up the rear and waited for Buffy's word to attack.
It didn't take too long for them to find them. The second Buffy bolted forward, both Spike and Xander followed suit, more than ready to play their parts in the search and rescue mission. Hopefully without dying.