There wasn't much out here on the tarmac.  But there was a small hanger up near the limo, and it looked to be open on both ends.  The car door opened and Angelus got out.  He reached back into the limo and pulled out a shackled, limp, and obviously unconscious Spike.  He dragged him to the front of the limo, draping him half over the hood, while yelling to the driver.  "Unload the luggage, have 'em put it in the plane."  The jet was still moving, not quite yet stopped.