After his departure Wesley went straight to his apartment. Most of his
stuff was still in boxes. But he had no time for such unimportant matters.
He immediately took the book he stole from the library and began reading
through it. His search didn't take long, after all he had a specific date
he could look for.
When he finally spotted the entry he was searching for his face paled. He took the phone and quickly dialled a long number. Finally someone answered on the other end.
"This is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce speaking. I want to speak to chairman Chamberlain. Please hurry up, the matter is urgent."
He had to wait a few seconds before he was connected to another person.
"Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. Good hearing from you. How are you doing?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"I'm fine, thank you sir. But I'm not phoning you because of my status here in Sunnydale," Wesley told him.
"I already realised that, since I gave you this number with the condition to call me only if you found something out. So, what do you have?" he asked.
"I found the responsible person," Wesley finally said.
For a few seconds the chairman was at a loss for words.
"You sure?" he finally asked.
"Absolutely! No doubt."
"Do you know where the target is?" he asked.
"He is here in Sunnydale."
"We have a team in the area. Prepare to await them at Sunnydale airport in three hours. You will be the leader of the team and instruct them on the target."
"The leader?" Wesley asked confused. "Maybe someone else would be more suitable for that job?"
"If you think that you are not qualified for the job, it maybe was a mistake to send you to Sunnydale."
"No.no it will be no problem." Wesley said quickly.
"Fine. I await your report right after the job is finished," the chairman told him.
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"Yes sir. I will not disapoint you."
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Xander drove directly after school to the address the Mayor had given him. He immediately spotted his Boss leaning against his limousine. He parked his SUV beside the big car and stepped out of it.
"Okay Boss. Why am I here?" he asked.
"And it's also nice seeing you Alexander;" the Mayor greeted him. "How was school?"
"You really want an answer to that?" Xander asked and arched his eyebrow.
"I suppose not," the politician said. "Well, let's start with the surprise, there are a lot of them," he said and opened the door of the limosine and produced a big present.
"For you Alexander," he said and handed the box to Xander.
"Well. I don't know what to say," Xander admitted a bit unsure.
"Just open it," the Mayor told him with a smile.
Xander just shrugged and opened the box.
"Wow," Xander said and took the Katana from the interior of the box. He drew the sword out of its sheath and inspected the black blade.
"You like it?" the Mayor asked.
"Boss. it's great, but.. ," Xander said confused. "You know I'm more a gunman, okay? And a sword is not really my style."
"Alexander, there are a lot of things out there that can not be killed with guns," The Mayor explained. "And if you ever have to face an enemy with a sword, you should have the best one available."
Xander looked puzzled at the black blade.
"What's so special about the sword?" he asked.
"Well it was made in Japan." Xander looked strangely at him.. "Yes I know. That's not that special. But the sword was forged with the blood of a dragon, therefore the black colour."
"Again, what's so special about the sword?" Xander asked again.
"Well, because of the magic potence of the blood the sword is able. to cut through nearly everything. And it is also indestructible."
"It can cut through everything?" Xander asked enthusiastically.
"Yes."
"For example that lamppost over there?" Xander asked with an evil look on his face.
"Yes, but.," the Mayor started.
But before the Mayor could stop him, Xander already walked to up to the streetlight. He stopped in front of it and sliced right through the pillar. The lamppost immediately collapsed and crashed on the street, leaving a shower of sparks at both ends.
Xander turned around and put the Katana back into the sheath. "Nice. I'll keep it,"
"You are going to be the death of me, Alexander," the Mayor exclaimed and sighed.
"Whatever you say boss." Xander said and shrugged. "So what are the other presents?"
The Mayor sighed and walked up to the apartment complex in front of the parking lot.
"Follow me Alexander."
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"Wow," was the only thing that came to Xander's mind.
"Seems that you like it," the Mayor exclaimed.
Xander walked around in the big apartment.
"This is fucking unbelievable," he nearly shouted.
The apartment had everything a teen could dream of. A big Tv-set, a high quality stereo system, a big bed and even a small work out area with a punching bag.
"And this is all mine?" he asked.
"Well it's funded by the city, but yes, it's yours."
"Wow," Xander repeated himself.
"Well I'm not finished Alexander," the Mayor said and pointed at various folders on the big bed.
"What's this?" Xander asked and quickly went through one of the folders.
"Well, since you are now working full time for me I thought it would be good if you knew everything about my operations in the city. So I listed all my properties in these files. You should look through them, it could save your live."
"I hope it's an interesting lecture," Xander told him.
"Quite. Warehouses in my possession, vampire safe houses and other interesting things.. But that's not all. You should look through these folders," he told him and pointed at two extremely big ones.
Xander opened the first one and gasped.
"Firearms licences?" he asked.
"I was able to get you the proper papers for every state in the US. So most guns you own are now really your property. Well, the full automatic weapons no, that would even get me in some trouble. But now you don't have to fear if the police catch you outside of Sunnydale with your regular guns."
"Thanks boss. That is really great," Xander thanked him.
"Oh, I'm still not finished. In the other folder you will find a new identity."
"A new identity?" he asked and opened the other folder. He quickly took the ID-card. "Alexander Harrison?"
"Yes. You should always stick to something familiar, makes it easier to adapt," the Mayor explained.
Xander shrugged, but then he noticed something. "Hey, it says that I'm twenty one."
"Yes, I thought if you can kill people for me you should also be allowed to have some fun," the Mayor told him and smiled.
"Boss, this is like my birthday and Christmas on one day," Xander told the older man happily.
"Now enjoy your gifts Alexander and take the night off. I have some business to attend, so I will leave you on your own," the Mayor told him and walked to the door.
"Bye boss and again, thanks."
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It was already dark when Wesley arrived at the airport. The retrieval Team already mailed him the cars he should rent for them. So he waited at the airfield with the cars for the arrival of the team.
He was not disappointed. Half an hour later the Lear Jet arrived and stopped about ten meters away from him.
The ramp was lowered and the five members of the team left the plane.
The leader of the team immediately walked up to Wesley and shook his hand.
"Mr. Wyndham-Pryce I presume. Nice meting you," the man greeted him while his other teammates were carrying various boxes from the plane.
"Thank you Mr..?"
"You don't have to know my name Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. It's better this way. But you can call me Joe," the man told him.
"Well I got the cars you ordered, Joe," Wesley told him and pointed at the two black Jeeps.
"Very good. Steve," he shouted in the direction of his team.
"Yeah boss?" one of the ex-soldiers asked.
"Load the equipment into the cars," he told him.
"Aye boss."
"Now Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, who is our target?" he asked Wesley.
"He is a boy, about eighteen years old and he works for the local demon leader," Wesley told him.
"Is he dangerous?"
"I really don't know. The slayer and her friends were not very eager to speak about him, because he was one of their friends. They just recently found out about his work," Wesley explained.
"I think that should be enough. Do you know where he is?"
"I have an idea. Since he is a teenager he eventually will be at the local club, the Bronze."
"We will try that out. If we don't find him there, we will search the whole city till we find him," he told Wesley.
In the meantime the team had loaded the boxes in the two cars and were now waiting for further orders.
"Okay guys, in the cars. We're gonna find this motherfucker and kill him," he told his team.
The first three men stepped into the first car, Joe, Wesley and the last one of the team into the other one.
"By the way, what's the name of this guy," Joe asked Wesley while he started the Jeep.
"Alexander Harris," Wesley told him from the passenger seat.
When he finally spotted the entry he was searching for his face paled. He took the phone and quickly dialled a long number. Finally someone answered on the other end.
"This is Wesley Wyndham-Pryce speaking. I want to speak to chairman Chamberlain. Please hurry up, the matter is urgent."
He had to wait a few seconds before he was connected to another person.
"Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. Good hearing from you. How are you doing?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"I'm fine, thank you sir. But I'm not phoning you because of my status here in Sunnydale," Wesley told him.
"I already realised that, since I gave you this number with the condition to call me only if you found something out. So, what do you have?" he asked.
"I found the responsible person," Wesley finally said.
For a few seconds the chairman was at a loss for words.
"You sure?" he finally asked.
"Absolutely! No doubt."
"Do you know where the target is?" he asked.
"He is here in Sunnydale."
"We have a team in the area. Prepare to await them at Sunnydale airport in three hours. You will be the leader of the team and instruct them on the target."
"The leader?" Wesley asked confused. "Maybe someone else would be more suitable for that job?"
"If you think that you are not qualified for the job, it maybe was a mistake to send you to Sunnydale."
"No.no it will be no problem." Wesley said quickly.
"Fine. I await your report right after the job is finished," the chairman told him.
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"Yes sir. I will not disapoint you."
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Xander drove directly after school to the address the Mayor had given him. He immediately spotted his Boss leaning against his limousine. He parked his SUV beside the big car and stepped out of it.
"Okay Boss. Why am I here?" he asked.
"And it's also nice seeing you Alexander;" the Mayor greeted him. "How was school?"
"You really want an answer to that?" Xander asked and arched his eyebrow.
"I suppose not," the politician said. "Well, let's start with the surprise, there are a lot of them," he said and opened the door of the limosine and produced a big present.
"For you Alexander," he said and handed the box to Xander.
"Well. I don't know what to say," Xander admitted a bit unsure.
"Just open it," the Mayor told him with a smile.
Xander just shrugged and opened the box.
"Wow," Xander said and took the Katana from the interior of the box. He drew the sword out of its sheath and inspected the black blade.
"You like it?" the Mayor asked.
"Boss. it's great, but.. ," Xander said confused. "You know I'm more a gunman, okay? And a sword is not really my style."
"Alexander, there are a lot of things out there that can not be killed with guns," The Mayor explained. "And if you ever have to face an enemy with a sword, you should have the best one available."
Xander looked puzzled at the black blade.
"What's so special about the sword?" he asked.
"Well it was made in Japan." Xander looked strangely at him.. "Yes I know. That's not that special. But the sword was forged with the blood of a dragon, therefore the black colour."
"Again, what's so special about the sword?" Xander asked again.
"Well, because of the magic potence of the blood the sword is able. to cut through nearly everything. And it is also indestructible."
"It can cut through everything?" Xander asked enthusiastically.
"Yes."
"For example that lamppost over there?" Xander asked with an evil look on his face.
"Yes, but.," the Mayor started.
But before the Mayor could stop him, Xander already walked to up to the streetlight. He stopped in front of it and sliced right through the pillar. The lamppost immediately collapsed and crashed on the street, leaving a shower of sparks at both ends.
Xander turned around and put the Katana back into the sheath. "Nice. I'll keep it,"
"You are going to be the death of me, Alexander," the Mayor exclaimed and sighed.
"Whatever you say boss." Xander said and shrugged. "So what are the other presents?"
The Mayor sighed and walked up to the apartment complex in front of the parking lot.
"Follow me Alexander."
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"Wow," was the only thing that came to Xander's mind.
"Seems that you like it," the Mayor exclaimed.
Xander walked around in the big apartment.
"This is fucking unbelievable," he nearly shouted.
The apartment had everything a teen could dream of. A big Tv-set, a high quality stereo system, a big bed and even a small work out area with a punching bag.
"And this is all mine?" he asked.
"Well it's funded by the city, but yes, it's yours."
"Wow," Xander repeated himself.
"Well I'm not finished Alexander," the Mayor said and pointed at various folders on the big bed.
"What's this?" Xander asked and quickly went through one of the folders.
"Well, since you are now working full time for me I thought it would be good if you knew everything about my operations in the city. So I listed all my properties in these files. You should look through them, it could save your live."
"I hope it's an interesting lecture," Xander told him.
"Quite. Warehouses in my possession, vampire safe houses and other interesting things.. But that's not all. You should look through these folders," he told him and pointed at two extremely big ones.
Xander opened the first one and gasped.
"Firearms licences?" he asked.
"I was able to get you the proper papers for every state in the US. So most guns you own are now really your property. Well, the full automatic weapons no, that would even get me in some trouble. But now you don't have to fear if the police catch you outside of Sunnydale with your regular guns."
"Thanks boss. That is really great," Xander thanked him.
"Oh, I'm still not finished. In the other folder you will find a new identity."
"A new identity?" he asked and opened the other folder. He quickly took the ID-card. "Alexander Harrison?"
"Yes. You should always stick to something familiar, makes it easier to adapt," the Mayor explained.
Xander shrugged, but then he noticed something. "Hey, it says that I'm twenty one."
"Yes, I thought if you can kill people for me you should also be allowed to have some fun," the Mayor told him and smiled.
"Boss, this is like my birthday and Christmas on one day," Xander told the older man happily.
"Now enjoy your gifts Alexander and take the night off. I have some business to attend, so I will leave you on your own," the Mayor told him and walked to the door.
"Bye boss and again, thanks."
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It was already dark when Wesley arrived at the airport. The retrieval Team already mailed him the cars he should rent for them. So he waited at the airfield with the cars for the arrival of the team.
He was not disappointed. Half an hour later the Lear Jet arrived and stopped about ten meters away from him.
The ramp was lowered and the five members of the team left the plane.
The leader of the team immediately walked up to Wesley and shook his hand.
"Mr. Wyndham-Pryce I presume. Nice meting you," the man greeted him while his other teammates were carrying various boxes from the plane.
"Thank you Mr..?"
"You don't have to know my name Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. It's better this way. But you can call me Joe," the man told him.
"Well I got the cars you ordered, Joe," Wesley told him and pointed at the two black Jeeps.
"Very good. Steve," he shouted in the direction of his team.
"Yeah boss?" one of the ex-soldiers asked.
"Load the equipment into the cars," he told him.
"Aye boss."
"Now Mr. Wyndham-Pryce, who is our target?" he asked Wesley.
"He is a boy, about eighteen years old and he works for the local demon leader," Wesley told him.
"Is he dangerous?"
"I really don't know. The slayer and her friends were not very eager to speak about him, because he was one of their friends. They just recently found out about his work," Wesley explained.
"I think that should be enough. Do you know where he is?"
"I have an idea. Since he is a teenager he eventually will be at the local club, the Bronze."
"We will try that out. If we don't find him there, we will search the whole city till we find him," he told Wesley.
In the meantime the team had loaded the boxes in the two cars and were now waiting for further orders.
"Okay guys, in the cars. We're gonna find this motherfucker and kill him," he told his team.
The first three men stepped into the first car, Joe, Wesley and the last one of the team into the other one.
"By the way, what's the name of this guy," Joe asked Wesley while he started the Jeep.
"Alexander Harris," Wesley told him from the passenger seat.