Merry Christmas to you all! This is my present for you.
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After Xander looked through half of the folders he decided to take the Mayor's advice and have some fun.
So he drove to the Bronze and parked his car in a nearby alley. By the time he entered the night club was already filled with teens. He ordered himself a bottle of their best scotch and sat down at one of the various tables. He was halfway through his fourth glass when Cordelia sat down on the opposite side of the table.
"Hi Cordy," he greeted her. "How are you doing?"
"Well, except for the fact that one of my best friends turned to the darkside I'm doing okay," she answered sarcastically.
"Good to hear."
"Xander, please be serious for a moment and listen to me," she pleaded.
"I'm all ears," he told her.
"What you are doing is wrong. You keep pushing all the people that care for you away. I mean a small part of me thinks that at least Buffy and Willow somehow deserve it. And I even can understand that you found that kind of acceptance and approval with the Mayor," she told him and paused for a second to let her words sink in.
"Look, I really don't want to know where you got the skills and the training from. Except for me you were always the powerless one in the group. But with that kind of knowledge you could do a lot of good. I don't mean that you have to return to the gang. You could work on you own.. You know that the Mayor is evil and sooner or later it is going to affect you. I've already noticed it. You have been getting colder and more emotionless. Please stop working for him. Stop now, as long as it is possible."
Xander stared at her. The whole time he has known her, he never thought that Cordelia Chase was able to make that kind of a speech.
"Cordy, I. I.," he started, but was interrupted.
"Mr. Harris," Wesley said and made his presence known.
"Oh great it's Tweed boy," Xander groaned. "I'm having a conversation here. Go away and read some old books," he told the watcher and turned his attention back to Cordelia.
But Wesley took a document from his pocket and began reading.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris, the Council of Watchers has decided that you are guilty of the death of the honoured Quentin Travers." Xander now looked at him, clearly shocked. "The Council deems that the only punishment suitable for that kind of crime is death."
Xander now noticed the five men in trenchcoats that were about five meters behind the young watcher. But that was not the only thing he noticed. He could clearly see the Mp5s they were trying to hide under their coats.
"Cordy, I think it would be better if you leave," he told the ex- cheerleader with urgency.
"Xander, what.," she started.
"Cordy, if you think that I have any good part left in me go now, please," he told her, almost pleading.
Cordelia hesitated, but finally she turned around and ran in the direction of the exit.
Xander turned his attention back to Wesley.
"You have no chance Mr. Harris. It would be easier for everyone if you would just leave with us. I promise you that it will be painless," Wesley told him.
Xander took a step closer to the watcher.
"Sorry watcher, I have never been one for the simple solution," Xander explained to the watcher. Before either Wesley or the retrieval team could react he punched the young watcher in the face, knocking him unconscious.
Before the body of the watcher could hit the floor Xander already ran at top speed in the direction of the emergency exit. "Get down," he screamed on top of his lungs.
By now the members of the retrieval team had drawn their submachine guns, aiming at the fleeing form of Xander.
His shouting and the current appearance of weapons were enough that the people in the club crouched to the ground.
The five men opened fire, ripping shreds of plastic and wood out of the wall.
But not one of the bullets hit Xander. He crashed through the door of the emergency exit, and quickly continued running for his life
The retrieval team followed him the moment he left through the door.
"Steve, you and Mickey go and take one of the Jeep. Willis and Jones, you come with me.
"What's with Pryce boss??" asked Jones.
"Let him lie there. Stupid watcher already complicated things enough. I shouldn't have listened to him when he told me about tradition. 'The defendant has to know abou the accusations against him'. What a crap."
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The rest of the Scoobie Gang were currently researching the Ascension, until suddenly the phone rang. Giles went into his office and answered it.
"Hello."
"Giles, it's me Cordelia."
"Cordelia. What happened? I thought you wanted to take the night off," he asked her.
"Giles listen to me. Your new watcher got some assassins or so to kill Xander," she explained to him.
"What?" Giles asked shocked.
"You are hearing right. Look, I have no time to explain that to you, they are already hunting him through the whole town. Come to the Bronze, your friend is lying there."
"We will come as soon as possible. Stay there," he told her and ended the phone call.
"Giles, what happened?" Buffy asked.
Giles grabbed his coat before he answered her.
"I think we have a few problems." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
Xander ran as fast as possible from the watcher team, trying to looe them in the labyrinth that were the alleys in the Sunnydale industrial district.
Unfortunately the retrieval team still gave chase, coming nearer every second. Xander wanted to exit the alley he was currently in and run into one of the bigger streets when suddenly one of the watcher's jeeps stopped in front of him. Xander immediately jumped to the side, avoiding a stream of bullets with this action. But one of them got lucky and hit him directly in the shoulder.
Not waiting for the watchers to reload he kicked the door next to him open and found himself in a big warehouse.
He immediately ran to the other side of the room and hid behind a few big boxes. That would give him at least a little bit time.
He examined his wound, realising that the bullet went straight through his shoulder. It didn't seem that it damaged something major, but it still hurt like hell.
He quickly checked the entrance, but no sign of the retrieval team. But he could hear them talking outside the door. He drew the Beretta 93 from under his jacket and aimed at the open door.
The retrieval team chose that moment to storm into the warehouse. Xander immediately opened fire hitting the first one with three bullets in the chest. The rest of them were able to escape the bullets from his full automatic pistol and ran directly for the nearest cover.
Xander went back behind his cover and ejected the empty clip, took a full one and slammed it into the butt of his pistol.
He quickly checked on the watchers and realised with fear that the watcher he shot down was not only standing again, but also taking cover behind one of the boxes.
"God, I hate kevlar vest. Especially if I'm not wearing one," he cursed under his breath.
"Mr. Harris, I think it's time to surrender," Joe shouted from his cover.
"And why should I do that?" Xander shouted back.
"Because we are five and you are only one. You only have a pistol and from what I've seen you are also wounded. You stand no chance against us."
Suddenly Xander remembered something he read in one of the Mayor's files. A smile came to his lips.
Time to even the odds, he thought.
"You know, a lot of people told me that. And do you know where they are? Six feet under. Give them my regards once I send your British ass to them."
Joe shock his head.
"If he wants it that way. Steve, its your turn," he told the soldier next to him.
Steve stood up from his cover and aimed at the box Xander was hiding behind. This action didn't go unnoticed rom Xander. However, his eyes widened at the sight of the gun in Steve's hand, a H&K G36c. The 5.56mm bullets of the assault rifle were able to go through nearly everything and the boxes Xander used for cover were no exception.
"O shit," Xander cursed and started running for the nearest exit.
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After Xander looked through half of the folders he decided to take the Mayor's advice and have some fun.
So he drove to the Bronze and parked his car in a nearby alley. By the time he entered the night club was already filled with teens. He ordered himself a bottle of their best scotch and sat down at one of the various tables. He was halfway through his fourth glass when Cordelia sat down on the opposite side of the table.
"Hi Cordy," he greeted her. "How are you doing?"
"Well, except for the fact that one of my best friends turned to the darkside I'm doing okay," she answered sarcastically.
"Good to hear."
"Xander, please be serious for a moment and listen to me," she pleaded.
"I'm all ears," he told her.
"What you are doing is wrong. You keep pushing all the people that care for you away. I mean a small part of me thinks that at least Buffy and Willow somehow deserve it. And I even can understand that you found that kind of acceptance and approval with the Mayor," she told him and paused for a second to let her words sink in.
"Look, I really don't want to know where you got the skills and the training from. Except for me you were always the powerless one in the group. But with that kind of knowledge you could do a lot of good. I don't mean that you have to return to the gang. You could work on you own.. You know that the Mayor is evil and sooner or later it is going to affect you. I've already noticed it. You have been getting colder and more emotionless. Please stop working for him. Stop now, as long as it is possible."
Xander stared at her. The whole time he has known her, he never thought that Cordelia Chase was able to make that kind of a speech.
"Cordy, I. I.," he started, but was interrupted.
"Mr. Harris," Wesley said and made his presence known.
"Oh great it's Tweed boy," Xander groaned. "I'm having a conversation here. Go away and read some old books," he told the watcher and turned his attention back to Cordelia.
But Wesley took a document from his pocket and began reading.
"Alexander Lavelle Harris, the Council of Watchers has decided that you are guilty of the death of the honoured Quentin Travers." Xander now looked at him, clearly shocked. "The Council deems that the only punishment suitable for that kind of crime is death."
Xander now noticed the five men in trenchcoats that were about five meters behind the young watcher. But that was not the only thing he noticed. He could clearly see the Mp5s they were trying to hide under their coats.
"Cordy, I think it would be better if you leave," he told the ex- cheerleader with urgency.
"Xander, what.," she started.
"Cordy, if you think that I have any good part left in me go now, please," he told her, almost pleading.
Cordelia hesitated, but finally she turned around and ran in the direction of the exit.
Xander turned his attention back to Wesley.
"You have no chance Mr. Harris. It would be easier for everyone if you would just leave with us. I promise you that it will be painless," Wesley told him.
Xander took a step closer to the watcher.
"Sorry watcher, I have never been one for the simple solution," Xander explained to the watcher. Before either Wesley or the retrieval team could react he punched the young watcher in the face, knocking him unconscious.
Before the body of the watcher could hit the floor Xander already ran at top speed in the direction of the emergency exit. "Get down," he screamed on top of his lungs.
By now the members of the retrieval team had drawn their submachine guns, aiming at the fleeing form of Xander.
His shouting and the current appearance of weapons were enough that the people in the club crouched to the ground.
The five men opened fire, ripping shreds of plastic and wood out of the wall.
But not one of the bullets hit Xander. He crashed through the door of the emergency exit, and quickly continued running for his life
The retrieval team followed him the moment he left through the door.
"Steve, you and Mickey go and take one of the Jeep. Willis and Jones, you come with me.
"What's with Pryce boss??" asked Jones.
"Let him lie there. Stupid watcher already complicated things enough. I shouldn't have listened to him when he told me about tradition. 'The defendant has to know abou the accusations against him'. What a crap."
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The rest of the Scoobie Gang were currently researching the Ascension, until suddenly the phone rang. Giles went into his office and answered it.
"Hello."
"Giles, it's me Cordelia."
"Cordelia. What happened? I thought you wanted to take the night off," he asked her.
"Giles listen to me. Your new watcher got some assassins or so to kill Xander," she explained to him.
"What?" Giles asked shocked.
"You are hearing right. Look, I have no time to explain that to you, they are already hunting him through the whole town. Come to the Bronze, your friend is lying there."
"We will come as soon as possible. Stay there," he told her and ended the phone call.
"Giles, what happened?" Buffy asked.
Giles grabbed his coat before he answered her.
"I think we have a few problems." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------
Xander ran as fast as possible from the watcher team, trying to looe them in the labyrinth that were the alleys in the Sunnydale industrial district.
Unfortunately the retrieval team still gave chase, coming nearer every second. Xander wanted to exit the alley he was currently in and run into one of the bigger streets when suddenly one of the watcher's jeeps stopped in front of him. Xander immediately jumped to the side, avoiding a stream of bullets with this action. But one of them got lucky and hit him directly in the shoulder.
Not waiting for the watchers to reload he kicked the door next to him open and found himself in a big warehouse.
He immediately ran to the other side of the room and hid behind a few big boxes. That would give him at least a little bit time.
He examined his wound, realising that the bullet went straight through his shoulder. It didn't seem that it damaged something major, but it still hurt like hell.
He quickly checked the entrance, but no sign of the retrieval team. But he could hear them talking outside the door. He drew the Beretta 93 from under his jacket and aimed at the open door.
The retrieval team chose that moment to storm into the warehouse. Xander immediately opened fire hitting the first one with three bullets in the chest. The rest of them were able to escape the bullets from his full automatic pistol and ran directly for the nearest cover.
Xander went back behind his cover and ejected the empty clip, took a full one and slammed it into the butt of his pistol.
He quickly checked on the watchers and realised with fear that the watcher he shot down was not only standing again, but also taking cover behind one of the boxes.
"God, I hate kevlar vest. Especially if I'm not wearing one," he cursed under his breath.
"Mr. Harris, I think it's time to surrender," Joe shouted from his cover.
"And why should I do that?" Xander shouted back.
"Because we are five and you are only one. You only have a pistol and from what I've seen you are also wounded. You stand no chance against us."
Suddenly Xander remembered something he read in one of the Mayor's files. A smile came to his lips.
Time to even the odds, he thought.
"You know, a lot of people told me that. And do you know where they are? Six feet under. Give them my regards once I send your British ass to them."
Joe shock his head.
"If he wants it that way. Steve, its your turn," he told the soldier next to him.
Steve stood up from his cover and aimed at the box Xander was hiding behind. This action didn't go unnoticed rom Xander. However, his eyes widened at the sight of the gun in Steve's hand, a H&K G36c. The 5.56mm bullets of the assault rifle were able to go through nearly everything and the boxes Xander used for cover were no exception.
"O shit," Xander cursed and started running for the nearest exit.