As Angel more or less stood back and watched the other's backs, she noticed a motorcycle sitting at the corner. The lone rider was clapping slowly before lifting his glases so Sara could see his face. Homicide made a finger gun and pointed at her before gunning the crotch rocket's engine and taking off.
She vaguely remembered Dmitri saying to call him on the band-adio when she was ready to be picked up
Satan: Hey, ummm....you sold me your soul last week and-- Me: Sorry, no returns. Satan: Yeah, it's just it's a lot more twisted than I thought and-- Me: No returns.