A/N – I'll be attempting to have the scoobie gang think and talk more American like, lol, but this will be my first attempt at this so expect plenty of mistakes lol.

A/N 2 – Of course if I find this slows down the story too much or makes a mess of things, I'm going back to my previous style and BOLLOCKS to US Language conventions so there ROFL : )

CHAPTER 14 – The Raid Part I

Previously…

Getting ammo for the SO-COM and the FA-MAS is going to be a neat trick to accomplish. Both are pretty much Special Forces weapons, and I seriously doubt that the weapons or the ammo will be generally sold to the public. Hmmmm…there is an army depot in town, but the security there should be enough to stop any locals getting too frisky. But the question is; is it enough to stop someone who has the memories and skills of someone who was possessed by Solid Snake? Xander asked himself, even as he went over mentally the possibility of raiding the local army depot for more ammunition for his newly acquired weapons.

And now….

Xander further considered the possibility of raiding the local army depot for more ammunition for his new weapons in the fight against the forces of darkness. Xander knew that he had to be careful not to goof up or there would be some heavy fallout heading his way, should such a complete and utter stuff up occur.

Hell, getting into the army base will be a piece of cake as compared to getting the 'loot' out of the base undetected and un-burdened. Hell, most of the ammo will be tightly packed in army crates, and those babies aren't going to be light or easy to handle. Plus I've got to make sure I don't get caught by the local MPs and good old Sunnydale PD. Even those folks, bad as they are, would be sure to get all bent out of shape if they ever managed to catch me packing such heavy heat. Xander thought to himself.

Then there's the fact that I'll need a get away car, as I'm sure as hell not going to carry all that ammo back home on foot! I'll need something that will do the job, but not make people get all roused up. Hmmm…My uncle Rory has a Beemer, but that would be too noticeable, not to mention too memorable, with such a flashy car. Tony has a beat up old clunker, but it's likely to croak half way back, and I don't want to deal with a pissed off Dad if the shit really hits the fan. Perhaps I should just boost one? That way, it won't be traced back to me if I'm careful enough, and then I can lay low and avoid the fuzz as well as the heat. Xander thought to himself as he though up all the possible ways he could now boost a car, thanks to the skills he had gained from Solid Snake after his Halloween adventure.

But before Xander could make the raid on the army depot, he knew that he had some serious planning to do before hand in order to make the raid a success, otherwise it'll all be for nothing, and his entire life will be nothing but one complete and utter screw up.

Hell, I'll need to know what exactly I'm up against before I even think about going in. Security cameras and other measures, the number of guards and patrols, routes for the patrols, times of shift changes for the guards and patrols, hell no doubt the army depot will have search lights, guard dogs, and other assorted nasty tricks to keep all that sweet hardware safe. Still, just by casing the base for the next few days should give me a clue as to the shift and patrol changes, thanks to my IR goggles I retained from Halloween by somehow remaining real like his SO-COM and the ex military scope binoculars that my Dad had somehow managed to forget he had stashed in the basement. Xander thought, as he mentally compiled a list of what he needed to do, and what equipment was needed for the raid on the army depot. Xander knew he needed some dark colored clothes, so he could blend into the surroundings when he made his late night raid, as he was no fool. There was no way he would be raiding the army depot during the day. Even in Sunnydale with its flaky and no doubt corrupt cops as well as the so – called Sunnydale Syndrome.

Still, there is a need for a get away car, and what kind of wheels I'm likely to get, and what kind I'm likely to NEED. Both are two very different things. Xander thought a bit about what kind of wheels he needed for his mission, before he had a sudden flashback to the events that occurred just before the Halloween madness.

****FLASHBACK****

The school halls of Sunnydale High were decorated for Halloween, and were currently buzzing with Students moving to and from class. A long table had been set up with signs that had very lame slogans such as "VOLUNTEERS ARE WINNERS" as well as the all time lame classic "SAFE AND SANE HALLOWEEN." A couple of students were sitting behind the table, armed with a couple of pens and sign up sheets.

Xander, Buffy and Willow were walking in the direction of the table, when all three witnessed Principal Snyder grabbing an unsuspecting young girl who was just casually passing by the said table.

"Hey!" The girl protested, but with no avail.

"You're volunteering." Snyder remarked coldly with a bit of a sneer at the student.

"But I have to get to class – " The girl started to protest again, but was cut off by Snyder steering the girl to the sign up table. Willow, Buffy and Xander witnessed all this, before Willow remarked.

"Snyder must be in charge of the volunteer safety program for Halloween this year."

"Well, duh!" Buffy replied somewhat sarcastically, even as Xander added his two cents worth.

"Note his interesting take on the 'Volunteer' concept."

"What's the deal?" Buffy asked.

"A bunch of little snot nosed kids need people to take them trick-or-treating. Sign up and you get your very own pack of sugar hyped rug rats for the night." Xander replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Yikes, I'll just stick to the Vamps." Buffy remarked, somewhat alarmed at the prospect of escorting other people's kids for trick-or-treating.

A hand suddenly was felt on her shoulder. Buffy turned away from Xander and saw that it was Principal Snyder. And he was currently not looking too pleased to see her.

"Ah, Miss Summers. Just the juvenile delinquent I've been looking for."

"Principal Snyder …" Buffy began before she was cut off by the mean principal.

"Halloween must be a big night for you, huh? Tossing eggs, keying cars, bobbing for apples. One pathetic cry for help after another. Well not this year, Missy." Snyder said firmly as he lead Buffy to the table, while Xander and Willow followed behind.

"Gosh, I'd love to volunteer, but I recently developed…carpal tunnel syndrome and tragically, I can no longer hold a flash light…" Buffy tried to get herself out of volunteering, but Snyder was having none of it as he held up a pen for her.

"The program starts at four and the children have to be home by six thirty. As for you two…." Snyder remarked, even as he held out another two pens, one for Willow and Xander.

"Doh!" Xander remarked, even as he face palmed.

Later….

Buffy, Willow and Xander met up at the School lounge and discussed the situation with the Troll and the whole Halloween escort duty thing.

"I can't believe this. We have to dress up and the whole deal?" Xander moaned.

"Snyder said the costumes were mandatory." Willow replied.

"Great, I was going to stay in and veg. It's the one night a year that things are supposed to be quiet for me." Buffy complained.

"Halloween, quiet? I figured it would just be a big old Vamp Scare-a-Palooza." Xander remarked.

"Not according to Giles." Buffy sighed, then continued. " He swears that tomorrow night is, like, dead for the un-dead. They stay in."

"Those wacky vampires. That's what I love about 'em. They just keep you guessing." Xander joked lamely.

"Still, what are we going to do about about old Fuhrer Snyder?" Xander asked.

"Xander! Sssh! He might hear you!" Willow squeaked out, afraid her friend would catch a month's worth of detentions if the Troll had overheard Xander's remark.

"Seriously Wills! The Troll's on a damned power trip and the bastard really needs to be taken down or decked or something." Xander replied.

"Xander…" Buffy warned but Xander still hadn't finished saying his piece.

"Look guys, all I'm saying is that it isn't right what he's doing around here. Someone should make him pay for his evil deeds." Xander said with a tight grin.

"Yeah, but who Xan? Godzilla?" Buffy remarked with a tight smile of her own.

****END OF FLASH BACK****

Xander then had a feral grin at the memory, as he decided he just had a 'volunteer' for the car boosting. Xander knew it would be the perfect pay back for the Troll if he boosted the principal's car and used it for his weapons heist at the Army depot. What's more, Xander knew that the principal had a rather robust, yet sturdy, station wagon for a car and would have plenty of space in the back. It wasn't as flashy as his Uncle's Beemer, but it would get the job done well enough.

And if any shit happens to fall upon the Troll's head, it will be the perfect payback for all the crap that the Troll has put us Scoobies through over the last year and a bit! Xander thought viciously, even as he fantasied about the Military Police dragging the Troll away for questioning over the stolen firearms he would later steal from the base.

Xander had already thought of stealing the Troll's station wagon at the school, but decided that was too risky, as any number of students could spot him and then either decide to hold him to ransom or just plain sell him out to Snyder. No. Xander had no need to do that. He had previously snuck into the main office using his Halloween stealth skills and managed to acquire the Principal's address from the school employee contacts register. Xander had successfully acquired that intelligence without being detected, and so got himself ready to put the first phase of his plan into action.

Ha, ha! Maybe I should just throw some random piles of actual dust around the 'crime scene' and the fools that call themselves cops in this town will just chalk it up to another gang on PCP related activity. Xander thought, as he serious considered doing something like that when he stole the Troll's car to throw any possible suspicion away from himself.

But really, what kind of idiots would believe a vamp would boost a car, anyways? Still, it's better than being investigated my self and then facing time in the slammer.

Xander thought, even as he went ahead and decided to plant his false 'evidence' at the scene.

15 minutes later…..

Principal Snyder heard the screeching of tires as a car took off and burned away down the street, burning rubber like the devil itself was following hot on its heels. Snyder paused a moment, when he heard that noise from inside his house. He knew the noise was close. It was very close. With a start, Principal Snyder realized that it had originated from his driveway. With a yell, the Troll ran outside, to realize his beloved station wagon was now gone.

I bet this is the doing of that delinquent Buffy Summers! I knew that girl was trouble, the first time I lay my eyes on her! And her friends are no doubt part of all this trouble! When, I get to school tomorrow. I'll…Principal Snyder's mental ramblings of rage was cut off when he noticed the piles of dust that Xander had 'left' at the scene. Principal Snyder saw this, and quickly swallowed a lump of fear as he realized what it meant, as unlike the majority of the citizens in Sunnydale, Snyder actually knew what happened in town after dark.

PCP! Gang members on PCP! Well Missy, I guess that delinquent Summers isn't responsible for this after all! Still, I'll take this up with Mayor Wilkins next time I see him. How am I going to get to work and keep the LITTLE terrors in line without it? Damn it, I need that car. Snyder thought, even as he scurried back inside his home quickly in fear, and tightly bolted then locked the door behind him.

END OF CHAPTER 14