The Scoobie gang met Cordelia outside the Bronze and she informed them on
the recent events. After that they went inside the now empty night club to
see if Wesley could provide them with further information.
A bucket of water later the watcher was again back in the world of the living.
"What? Where?" the confused watcher asked.
"And also hello to you Wesley," Buffy told the watcher.
"What happened," he asked and started cleaning his glasses.
"Well, it seems like watcher boy got knocked out. One point for the X-Man," Faith cheered happily from the chair she was sitting on.
Wesley stood up, but was still a bit unsure on his legs.
"I'm gonna ask you this one time," Buffy told the watcher angrily and poked him in the chest. "What have you done?"
Wesley straightened his jacket. "I have the order to execute the Council's punishment regarding Alexander Harris."
"Xander? What has he done to the Council?" Buffy asked confused.
Wesley looked strangely at her. "He killed Quentin Travers."
"Oh," was the only thing Buffy could mutter.
"Yes and I must say that I'm pretty disappointed. As a slayer it should have been your duty to inform the council about this," he told her accusingly.
Buffy looked ready to rip the watcher's head off. But before she could harm him Giles laid his hand on her shoulder.
"We did that to protect Xander. We knew that something like this might happen if we told the Council about this," Giles explained.
"Well, this is no longer important. The retrieval team will find and execute Mr. Harris," Wesley informed them.
"They want to kill him?" Buffy shouted at him.
"Yes. For that kind of crime death is the only suitable punishment."
"If they kill him, you can dig a second grave. Because we're gonna fill it with your body watcher," Buffy told him menacingly.
Wesley looked shocked at the young woman. "Didn't you say that he switched sides? As far as I look at this affair I'm doing you a favour."
"Xander is our business, not the Council's. And I would rather see Xander locked away in a prison cell than dead," she told him. "Now, you can either help us or you can pack your things together and return to England. Your choice."
Wesley stared at her, but finally gave in and produce a small GPS communicator from his pocket.
"The retrieval team has a tracking device with them. We should be able to locate them with this," he said.
"Okay, let's go," Buffy said and went to the exit, the rest of the Scoobie Gang following her.
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From his position Steve fired at Xander's cover. Each one of the full metal jacket projectiles went right through the boxes. Unfortunately, Xander was no longer behind the boxes, but running to the next door.
Right after he left his cover the other members of the retrieval team also opened fire, but again he got lucky and no one could hit him.
So the chase continued, with Xander as the prey and the five ex-soldiers as his hunters. He knew that he couldn't lose them, these men were trained for situations like this. But he could lead them into an environment that would be really bad for their health.
When he went through the Mayor's file, he was surprised that one of his vamp safehouses was near the Bronze. That was the place he was now heading to. A normal person would think that vampires that close to fresh and young blood would draw attention to his activities. Xander made a mental note to ask the Mayor about that.
Finally he reached the house, out of breath and still with the retrieval team in hot pursuit.
He quickly opened the door on the front of the large warehouse and stepped through it.
"Uh oh," was the only thing that came to his mind as he spotted at least fifteen vampires.
The nearest one immediately noticed him and went in his direction.
"Nice, I like it when they deliver food," he said and put his game face on.
Xander rolled his eyes. "Oh please, can't you come up with something more original?" he asked.
But before the vampire had a chance to respond, Xander had already fired two shots into his head. It was not enough to dust him, but even a vampire couldn't walk if half of his brain was shattered.
The shots attracted the attention of the other fourteen vamps, who angrily looked at him.
"Who is your leader?" he asked them.
A bulky vampire stepped forward. "That's me bloodbag. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't suck you dry"?
"Because I'm the Mayor's right hand?" Xander asked sarcastically back.
Mentioning the Mayor had the desired effect and all the vamps took a step back.
"Look, I've got no time. I have a watcher team behind me and they want to kill me," he explained.
"What do you want us to do?" the lead vampire asked enthusiastically and smiled at him.
"Well.." Xander said and looked around.
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The retrieval team followed Xander's trail to a warehouse. That was not hard, since he was bleeding hard. They carefully entered the warehouse, checking if Xander was awaiting them like the last time.
But the only thing they found was a body lying near the entrance. Joe checked him for a pulse, while his teammates secured his position.
"What the fuck," he exclaimed when he noticed the deformed forehead, which identified the body as a vampire.
But before anyone of them could react, the vampires already had surrounded them by jumping from the catwalks above them.
The retrieval team was now back to back, facing what was more than a dozen vampires.
"We have no problem with you," Joe told the vampires. "We are searching for someone."
"We already know that watcher. The problem is, that he is working for our boss. And the boss would be quite pissed if something happened to his favourite assassin."
As one the vampires advanced on the team, ignoring the guns that were aimed at them.
Not waiting to be drained or turned, the team started firing at the approaching vampires. The ones in the first line quickly died, their heads bursting from the combined fire of the soldiers.
About five vamps were dust when the retrieval's teams guns ran dry. The vampires did not wait for them to reload their submachine guns and started killing their enemies. Most of the Council's team were ex-SAS and SBS soldiers, who quit their service to fight the forces of darkness. They were not only trained in weapons and tactics, but also in hand to hand combat. But with that little room, the supernatural strength of the vampires and that they were outnumbered resulted into in a one sided combat. One after one the soldiers were killed by the vampires. They broke their necks, ripped their throats out or drained them.
After their work was done the vampires quickly left the warehouse, knowing that their safe haven was now a little less safe.
A bucket of water later the watcher was again back in the world of the living.
"What? Where?" the confused watcher asked.
"And also hello to you Wesley," Buffy told the watcher.
"What happened," he asked and started cleaning his glasses.
"Well, it seems like watcher boy got knocked out. One point for the X-Man," Faith cheered happily from the chair she was sitting on.
Wesley stood up, but was still a bit unsure on his legs.
"I'm gonna ask you this one time," Buffy told the watcher angrily and poked him in the chest. "What have you done?"
Wesley straightened his jacket. "I have the order to execute the Council's punishment regarding Alexander Harris."
"Xander? What has he done to the Council?" Buffy asked confused.
Wesley looked strangely at her. "He killed Quentin Travers."
"Oh," was the only thing Buffy could mutter.
"Yes and I must say that I'm pretty disappointed. As a slayer it should have been your duty to inform the council about this," he told her accusingly.
Buffy looked ready to rip the watcher's head off. But before she could harm him Giles laid his hand on her shoulder.
"We did that to protect Xander. We knew that something like this might happen if we told the Council about this," Giles explained.
"Well, this is no longer important. The retrieval team will find and execute Mr. Harris," Wesley informed them.
"They want to kill him?" Buffy shouted at him.
"Yes. For that kind of crime death is the only suitable punishment."
"If they kill him, you can dig a second grave. Because we're gonna fill it with your body watcher," Buffy told him menacingly.
Wesley looked shocked at the young woman. "Didn't you say that he switched sides? As far as I look at this affair I'm doing you a favour."
"Xander is our business, not the Council's. And I would rather see Xander locked away in a prison cell than dead," she told him. "Now, you can either help us or you can pack your things together and return to England. Your choice."
Wesley stared at her, but finally gave in and produce a small GPS communicator from his pocket.
"The retrieval team has a tracking device with them. We should be able to locate them with this," he said.
"Okay, let's go," Buffy said and went to the exit, the rest of the Scoobie Gang following her.
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From his position Steve fired at Xander's cover. Each one of the full metal jacket projectiles went right through the boxes. Unfortunately, Xander was no longer behind the boxes, but running to the next door.
Right after he left his cover the other members of the retrieval team also opened fire, but again he got lucky and no one could hit him.
So the chase continued, with Xander as the prey and the five ex-soldiers as his hunters. He knew that he couldn't lose them, these men were trained for situations like this. But he could lead them into an environment that would be really bad for their health.
When he went through the Mayor's file, he was surprised that one of his vamp safehouses was near the Bronze. That was the place he was now heading to. A normal person would think that vampires that close to fresh and young blood would draw attention to his activities. Xander made a mental note to ask the Mayor about that.
Finally he reached the house, out of breath and still with the retrieval team in hot pursuit.
He quickly opened the door on the front of the large warehouse and stepped through it.
"Uh oh," was the only thing that came to his mind as he spotted at least fifteen vampires.
The nearest one immediately noticed him and went in his direction.
"Nice, I like it when they deliver food," he said and put his game face on.
Xander rolled his eyes. "Oh please, can't you come up with something more original?" he asked.
But before the vampire had a chance to respond, Xander had already fired two shots into his head. It was not enough to dust him, but even a vampire couldn't walk if half of his brain was shattered.
The shots attracted the attention of the other fourteen vamps, who angrily looked at him.
"Who is your leader?" he asked them.
A bulky vampire stepped forward. "That's me bloodbag. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't suck you dry"?
"Because I'm the Mayor's right hand?" Xander asked sarcastically back.
Mentioning the Mayor had the desired effect and all the vamps took a step back.
"Look, I've got no time. I have a watcher team behind me and they want to kill me," he explained.
"What do you want us to do?" the lead vampire asked enthusiastically and smiled at him.
"Well.." Xander said and looked around.
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The retrieval team followed Xander's trail to a warehouse. That was not hard, since he was bleeding hard. They carefully entered the warehouse, checking if Xander was awaiting them like the last time.
But the only thing they found was a body lying near the entrance. Joe checked him for a pulse, while his teammates secured his position.
"What the fuck," he exclaimed when he noticed the deformed forehead, which identified the body as a vampire.
But before anyone of them could react, the vampires already had surrounded them by jumping from the catwalks above them.
The retrieval team was now back to back, facing what was more than a dozen vampires.
"We have no problem with you," Joe told the vampires. "We are searching for someone."
"We already know that watcher. The problem is, that he is working for our boss. And the boss would be quite pissed if something happened to his favourite assassin."
As one the vampires advanced on the team, ignoring the guns that were aimed at them.
Not waiting to be drained or turned, the team started firing at the approaching vampires. The ones in the first line quickly died, their heads bursting from the combined fire of the soldiers.
About five vamps were dust when the retrieval's teams guns ran dry. The vampires did not wait for them to reload their submachine guns and started killing their enemies. Most of the Council's team were ex-SAS and SBS soldiers, who quit their service to fight the forces of darkness. They were not only trained in weapons and tactics, but also in hand to hand combat. But with that little room, the supernatural strength of the vampires and that they were outnumbered resulted into in a one sided combat. One after one the soldiers were killed by the vampires. They broke their necks, ripped their throats out or drained them.
After their work was done the vampires quickly left the warehouse, knowing that their safe haven was now a little less safe.