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Cathedral / Captured / Falling

She's never been religious.

(or has she? hell, she could've been a nun before... in a life she can't remember)

She's never had reason to turn to religion since waking up.

That at least is true and certain. So much of her life is up in the air (sometimes literally) and out of her control.

Being captured by a syndicate creep was certainly not on her To-Do list when she brazenly waltzed into the opera house.

Being held hostage in the crumbling glory of a House of God (was it a church? a cathedral? a chapel? a temple? a mosque? a tabernacle? ...which deity was this place giving homage to? whose version of the Big Man in the Sky?) ... that had not been in her plans at any point.

But who could plan for such a crazy turn of events?

How was she to have known that this bounty wouldn't be easy breezy and would instead be a tortuous experience potentially leading to the death of her comrade?

(the fact that he came for her, despite the way he'd claimed it wasn't for her, had twisted something in her heart...)

Then again Jet's attitude - so cranky about Spike's departure - should have alerted her about the danger of pursuing Mao.

She'd been bewitched by the dollar signs... and anyway their targets were always a hassle and a hazard to some degree...

And now she was stumbling along the broken path leading to disaster, well, SHE was stumbling AWAY from disaster but Spike was fully entrenched in the whole rotten business. With her hands cuffed behind her back and no weapon on her person (she'd have to search the zipcraft she'd been brought her in to recover her own gun) it's not like she'd be a lot of help. Given the ease with which Spike had dispatched the goon holding her... well, he was probably fine. One man versus... shit, how many had there been when she was trundled inside?

Explosions behind her gave her pause but only for a heartbeat.

This was a job too big for her on her own. She had to find her stuff! Racing as best she could down the stone steps to the craft she'd been brought her in, she hurriedly sat down to pull the chain of the handcuffs underneath her heels up and in front of her body to more easily get herself free of the simple device. Soon she was scrambling around the floor of the vehicle searching for her Glock, her COMM device, and anything at all to cover up with. In no time she was scrambling back towards the haunting structure looming at the top of the street, intent on offering some sort of aid for the man who'd risked his life (obvious issues with her kidnapper aside) to save hers.

She was only partway back up the steps when a smashing sound made her look up to the great circular stained glass window that had certainly been the jewel in the crown of this once-magnificent building. Something was shattering its way out of the beautiful artwork... something with a mop of familiar messy hair and a blood-soaked trench coat... something, no, someone... her someone... falling, falling, falling...

It felt like slow motion as she stood helpless on the ground so far below... no way to catch him, no way to break his fall, no way to even know if he was alive at this moment.

Fragments of colorful glass danced in the air around his body, descending alongside his battered form, and suddenly an intense blast of fiery light exploded out of the remainder of the window above... smoke and more wreckage and flames licking at the cloudy sky... the blast seemed to propel Spike into real time again as she watched his body hit the uncaring stone.