Spike is sixteen when Vicious hands him a gun and points out the man in the trench-coat.

You could not move your feet. You're feeling lightheaded. There's something wet running down your nose. You wanted to wipe it but no, you were told to stop and you had to obey and you wanted to obey. To obey the Voice was all you ever needed to do. All you were ever meant to do. Twenty seconds had passed and you hadn't taken a breath.