Giles wandered down the hall, enjoying the post-well brewed-quality tea leaves-glow.
Running feet, rapidly running - 'Slayer' he had time to think - he had started to turn in a defensive crouch when he was grabbed around the middle and carried/shoved into the nearest office. The door slammed just as he recovered enough breath to growl "Bloody hell".
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