The “report to the new master” order was Dalton’s brilliant idea.

The ensuing parade of kiss-ass minions and wannabe bad-asses left Spike itching to snap somebody’s neck.

“So, you took out the Annoying One.  Must have been really hard.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed on the girl in front of him.  “And you are…?”

“Sunday.”

He smirked.  “Sundae as in hot fudge, or Sunday as in the Lord’s Day?”

“Sunday as in the one who’s gonna kick your ass if you come anywhere near UC-Sunnydale.”

Spike rolled his eyes.  So his unlife was going to be plagued by tiny, annoying blondes now?