Spike was angry for hours after his meeting with leather woman in the Federal Bank and knew she got caught by Moclin's goons, which didn't bother him much; he would have killed her right then and there if he wasn't on a schedule. He had brought the bag of goodies to his "blood dealer," or a vampire that raised cows for their blood so he could sell it to poor vamps like him.

Spike didn't want to just go bite people was for one specific reason: they were just not scared anymore. And the only reason vampires ever drank human blood was for their tendency to yell and scream before they sank their teeth in. "Fear makes the blood sweeter" is basically the term, but no one was scared to die in this day and age, and so many vampires just gave up.

And ever since Spike realized this sad fact, he's been looking for a way to make himself so badass that he could scare them like no other thing could. First he decided to wear black clothes and a black trenchcoat so he could hide anywhere that was dark and shadowy, and when he wasn't seen he could pop out and scare people really well, but people didn't really go into places that were really shadowy. His second idea was to partner up with someone massively large, powerful, and frightening to be his partner in hunting, or--the last one he could come up with--to kill someone so influential and/or large, powerful, and frightening so that humans would know how easily he could destroy anything lesser than him. Plan 2 and 3 had major flaws. Plan 2 would have to have him find someone that liked the idea of walking around and doing a vampire's bidding, and vampires are hated bad enough already that they were usually killed on site when found out; and plan 3 was pretty much impossible because he hadn't killed anything stronger than a Termsin demon, and that was only because it had a heart attack during their fight (which he took credit for by saying he scared it so much he just stopped his heart, but nobody he told believed him).

After getting his blood he headed to the bar to have some booze. When he got there he took at seat on a stool at the bar. There were 3 other guys other than himself. A man in the back of the bar was sitting quietly at a table drinking his liquor with an old rifle at his side. The other two were talking 2 stools down from him.

"What can I get you?" the man at the bar asked Spike.

"A bottle of scotch, no glass." As the bar man left, he started to listen to the 2 next to him. They had already started the conversation: "...and not just that, but I heard that there's a science facility in Zendenn, too, man, and they do these experiments to demons and things, I heard there's things there 2 stories tall!" the closest man said.

After the 1st man said that, the 2nd man followed up. "I heard bout that too, I got a friend that says it's gonna be a big part of tha war that's coming up, and he said that Nox was gonna check out the place b'fore the battles start."

"Really, if Nox is gonna go there, then the place must be filled with **** to wreck the soldiers, maybe we should warn them soldiers?" said the closest man.

"Nah, thay wouldn't believe us anyways, they probably know about it already."

Spike had only taken a gulp of the bottle before he jolted out of there. "THATS IT! THAT'S WHAT I HAVE TO DO! LADY LUCK'S ON MY SIDE TONIGHT!" yelled Spike.

"What's with the fella?" said the man at the bar.

"I don't know," said the other, "but if he's not gunna finish tha bottle, then I don't see why we can'ts."