Boba Fett stalked through Lowell house, pausing only to blast a hole through the mirrored entrance to the initiative base. A short burst from his jet pack slowed him as he smashed through the roof of the elevator before he tucked and rolled through the entrance to the base itself.
Several of the Demons that Adam had recruited broke and fled from the heavily armed and armored figure that was moving through their ranks. Normal humans didn't so much as make them flinch, the slayer made them second guess their objectives occasionally, but word had spread of this being that totally terrified them. A killer who could not be stopped and once he went after you, you did not escape.
His whipcord extended from a gauntlet to coil around a certain vampire who had managed to seriously tick him off.
"Hello Spike," Xander said in a low hiss before setting him alight with a wrist flamer, the cable retracted and the armored warrior heading on before the dust had settled, "Goodbye Spike."
He grabbed a Fyarl by the throat and yanked it into the air.
"Where is Adam?" he asked, his helmets computer instantly translating the answer before he threw the creature aside.
He turned tossed a pair of grenades into the hordes of Demons as he stormed towards the few remaining Initiative soldiers and walked through their line with the same ease as he had the demons.
Xander saw his friends and nodded to Giles before planting a charge he'd gained with his armor on Halloween that was designed for penetrating bunkers and stepped back as the wall shattered away from him, revealing a larger chamber ahead.
"Xander?" he heard a gasp and noticed Buffy on the ground.
"It's Fett when I'm in costume," he shot back as he turned towards the cyborg monster he'd come to deal with, "Sorry I'm late, but the government decided to foot my bills for this mission, and a sizable bounty to boot."
"So the Hunter disguises himself as the useless one," Adam chimed in as he revealed two massive minigun type weapons on his wrists, "Well, to bad you aren't able to become part of my...family."
"How come you idiots are so unoriginal," came the cold reply, "And you couldn't pay me enough to become like you."
The two beings faced off, titans in their own rights.
"Buff," Xander said with a grim tone, "Get everyone out of here, I have a feeling that things are going to get a little...messy."
He drew both silvered blaster pistols with a flourish as the injured slayer took off.
"Now," the Hunter whispered as the reflective visor faced the government built version of Frankenstein's monster, "Let's dance."
He leaped to the side in a rocket enhanced tumble to evade a stream of weapons fire, the occasional burst of blaster fire responding as his mind went through his options before settling on one.
The armored hunter settled behind a pillar for a moment as he fiddled with an object he pulled from a pouch on his belt as he waited for his foe to drain ammo before moving again, hopping from cover to more cover as he worked on the device and counting down time until he could believe that the base was empty enough for his purposes.
Five minutes later, as both weapons the hybrid monstrosity had ran dry, he was ready.
"Game time," Fett whispered to himself as he slid the item towards the demonic pest and running the other direction.
Adam leaned over and prodded the item with his foot, opening a screen enough to see reflected flashing. He reached down and picked up the object and opened it all the way, to see a digital timer with less than a second left.
"No...no...nooooooooo!" he screamed as the item detonated spectacularly as the Hunter escaped with his jetpack carrying out of the frat house before it was consumed in the blast.