Punching the worn button on his speed dial, he waited impatiently for the call to be connected. It was picked up on the first ring, almost as if the party he was calling expected him.

"Snyder?"

"Um, er. Hello, Mr. Mayor."

"I'm looking outside and not seeing any rampant destruction. I was really hoping to see rampant destruction. I thought you said the Slayer was taken care of."

"She was…"

"Obviously not." The mayor sighed, mentally replotting his campaign strategy. "Well, I warned you, didn't I?"

Snyder gulped. "Yes sir."

"Retribution is not a pretty thing, Snyder." He hung up the phone when he heard the knock on Snyder's door in the background. Smiling, he realized that there would be some destruction tonight. No, retribution was not a pretty thing, but it was a beautiful sight.