Title: From Sunnydale, With Love (Prologue)
Author: Randall Stone
Disclaimer: All characters are belong to someone else.
Summary: Meet Xander Harris. His new incredible enemies. His new
incredible adventures. The same incredible woman.
Notes:
Spoilers: S1-3
This follows _The Hellmouth is Not Enough_, so you should read
that story first.
Category: B/X
Rating: PG-14- nothing worse than what's on the show.
Feedback: Yes please.
*****
Giles looked up from his demonological history book when he heard
his door open. Any concern he might have felt at this uninvited
intrusion into his house dissipated when he saw the cheerful
readheaded form of Willow Rosenberg entering his study.
"Hello Willow. What brings you here today? Shouldn't you be at
school right now?"
"Yeah, but this is more important. Remember a few months ago, when
you wanted me to look into Riley Finn's company?" Giles nodded, and
Willow began to set up her laptop as she continued. "All we could
track down were some numbered bank accounts that provided most of
his funding."
"Right, the Swiss accounts."
"Actually, I think they were based out of Lichtenstein. The Swiss
are starting to cave to the US on the anonymity thing because of the
drug war. Anyways, the point is that there are no names associated
electronically with the numbered accounts, so we were stuck.
"Until today. We had a lecture on information hiding in computer
science, and the teacher talked about how sometimes, even though a
message is sent with perfect encryption, the simple fact that the
message is sent betrays some information.
"So I went combing through all the transactions that I could find
involving the numbered accounts that we discovered. The details are
all outlined here on the computer, but basically everything points
to one person."
"Did you recognize the name?"
Willow's expression, which had been growing gradually more excited
as she explained her technological wizardry, fell.
"That's the bad news. It's nobody that I know of, but at least we
have a name. Now we just need to figure out who Ernst Stavro
Blofeld is."
Willow heard a clatter and looked up from her computer. Giles had
been polishing his glasses as he listened to her explanation, and
had dropped them onto his desk when he heard her revelation.
"Giles? Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost?"
---
"Report, Number Four."
Maggie Walsh straightened up instinctively when she heard the
commanding tone issue from behind Number One's desk.
"The details of what transpired are in my written report. Number
Five added a healthy dose of treachery to his vast supply of
arrogance, as expected. He also proved incompetant, which was less
forgivable."
"And what of this Xander Harris?"
"Harris?" Walsh snorted. "A simple policeman who happened to be in
the right place at the right time. He should prove no impediment to
our plans."
"I was expecting you to have a plan, Number Four."
"And I do. We should recoup the costs of the Sunnydale debacle, and
significantly weaken our enemies. And Mr. Harris will act as our
unwitting accomplice."
"Excellent. Your plan is foolproof?"
"Absolutely. I have anticipated every possible move and counter
move." Walsh smiled. "Mr. Harris is a young man, with all of the
weaknesses that that entails."
* * *
Here we go...
--Randy
Author: Randall Stone
Disclaimer: All characters are belong to someone else.
Summary: Meet Xander Harris. His new incredible enemies. His new
incredible adventures. The same incredible woman.
Notes:
Spoilers: S1-3
This follows _The Hellmouth is Not Enough_, so you should read
that story first.
Category: B/X
Rating: PG-14- nothing worse than what's on the show.
Feedback: Yes please.
*****
Giles looked up from his demonological history book when he heard
his door open. Any concern he might have felt at this uninvited
intrusion into his house dissipated when he saw the cheerful
readheaded form of Willow Rosenberg entering his study.
"Hello Willow. What brings you here today? Shouldn't you be at
school right now?"
"Yeah, but this is more important. Remember a few months ago, when
you wanted me to look into Riley Finn's company?" Giles nodded, and
Willow began to set up her laptop as she continued. "All we could
track down were some numbered bank accounts that provided most of
his funding."
"Right, the Swiss accounts."
"Actually, I think they were based out of Lichtenstein. The Swiss
are starting to cave to the US on the anonymity thing because of the
drug war. Anyways, the point is that there are no names associated
electronically with the numbered accounts, so we were stuck.
"Until today. We had a lecture on information hiding in computer
science, and the teacher talked about how sometimes, even though a
message is sent with perfect encryption, the simple fact that the
message is sent betrays some information.
"So I went combing through all the transactions that I could find
involving the numbered accounts that we discovered. The details are
all outlined here on the computer, but basically everything points
to one person."
"Did you recognize the name?"
Willow's expression, which had been growing gradually more excited
as she explained her technological wizardry, fell.
"That's the bad news. It's nobody that I know of, but at least we
have a name. Now we just need to figure out who Ernst Stavro
Blofeld is."
Willow heard a clatter and looked up from her computer. Giles had
been polishing his glasses as he listened to her explanation, and
had dropped them onto his desk when he heard her revelation.
"Giles? Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost?"
---
"Report, Number Four."
Maggie Walsh straightened up instinctively when she heard the
commanding tone issue from behind Number One's desk.
"The details of what transpired are in my written report. Number
Five added a healthy dose of treachery to his vast supply of
arrogance, as expected. He also proved incompetant, which was less
forgivable."
"And what of this Xander Harris?"
"Harris?" Walsh snorted. "A simple policeman who happened to be in
the right place at the right time. He should prove no impediment to
our plans."
"I was expecting you to have a plan, Number Four."
"And I do. We should recoup the costs of the Sunnydale debacle, and
significantly weaken our enemies. And Mr. Harris will act as our
unwitting accomplice."
"Excellent. Your plan is foolproof?"
"Absolutely. I have anticipated every possible move and counter
move." Walsh smiled. "Mr. Harris is a young man, with all of the
weaknesses that that entails."
* * *
Here we go...
--Randy