Xander, Oz and Giles arrived about half an hour before the expected arrival
of the ship. He parked the Hummer in a secluded spot begin of the many run
down warehouses and then the waiting began. Right on time the old, rusty
freighter arrived and docked at Pier 34. Right after the arrival of the
ship nearly all the lights were shut down, probably to avoid detection.
Even if this was Sunnydale, LA and the real crime fighters were only an
hour away.
After another ten minutes a group of about a dozen vampires left the ship and walked up to the cars that had already been waiting for them. After they left, Xander waited five more minutes before exiting the Hummer. He took a closer look through his night vision ,but couldn't spot more than a couple of guards. Deciding that they would never get a better chance, he turned around and walked back to the car.
"So? Giles asked once Xander was back inside the car. "What did you see?"
"Well," Xander started "The guards with the big bad guns and the twisted faces tell me that we hit the jackpot."
"So it's the right freighter;" Oz stated.
"Yep," Xander said and took the silenced UMP and his rucksack from the backseat.
"So, how do we proceed?" Giles asked.
"There are not too many guards onboard," Xander explained and put on of the magazines into the submachine gun. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. "I will call you guys once dealt with them. Then we can start with the real part of our mission."
With these words Xander closed the door and walked in the direction of the freighter.
"Do you think he knows what he is doing?" Oz asked the ex-librarian.
"I hope so," Giles simply said.
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"You do that every day?" Buffy asked while she staked the vamp in front of her.
"Not every night," Faith replied while she cut the head of the nearest vamp with her machete of. "But at least once a week."
Buffy already had her next target and kicked the leg out from under the vampire. She quickly staked the undead, leaving nothing but dust. She took the opportunity to observe their situation. Faith was struggling with three vamps while the sub-group of Cordelia, Willow and Dolye were fighting two. The Irishman in his demon form was taking the most of the fighting, while Willow and Cordy held the rest of the vampire of with their crosses.
Two more vampire advanced towards Buffy's position
"You know B, this is getting boring," Faith said and with these words she drew a Desert Eagle from under her leather jacket. She quickly aimed the big weapon at the vampires and calmly fired three shots. Each took one vamp down, ripping their skulls apart.
Before their bodies could turn into dust, Faith had already turned around and fired another shot at the pair of vamps Buffy was fighting with. The .50 cal bullet dusted the vampire almost immediately while Buffy took care of the remaining one.
Faith quickly looked over to Doyle and noticed that the half demon had also finished off his two vampires.
"That all of them?" he asked as he shifted back into his human face.
"Yep," Faith said and looked over to Buffy. The blonde slayer also nodded. "No more vampires, nothing on the slayer radar."
"That was refreshing," Buffy said as the little group slowly walked out of the abandoned house. "So, we now meet up with Angel?"
"Well, we have nothing left to do," Faith said and shrugged. "So lets go to Angel Investigations and wait for tall, dark and brooding."
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Victor Morales was currently standing guard at the bottom of the gangway. He was one of the unlucky guys that were left behind, while Cortez and the rest of the vampire crew paid a visit to Sanchez. The only order he received was that there should be no trouble, but they still should keep a look out.
Suddenly he heard a noise and he swung his shotgun in the generally direction of the sound. But because of the lack of light from the freighter and the fog that was ever present in the harbour he couldn't spot anything, not even with his sharp vampire senses.
"Hello?" he asked into the darkness "Is there anyone?"
But instead of receiving an answer two bullets penetrated his throat, severing his spinal cord in two different places. His paralysed body immediately fell to the floor, where he laid, unable to move his limbs.
He was just able to spot his attacker when he was standing above him, a stake in his hand.
Xander quickly staked the paralyzed vampire. Not waiting for the dust to settle he sneaked up the gangway, checking his surrounding carefully for any threats.
When he finally arrived on top of the gangway, he immediately spotted the two vampires at the bow of the ship. He quickly connected the red dot of his gun sight with the head of the first vampire.
He breathed deeply a final time, and calmly pulled the trigger twice. The two .45 cal bullets connected with the vampires head, shattering his skull in thousand pieces. Now waiting for the second vamp to react and do something like alarm his comrades, Xander shifted his aim and also ended the other vampire's existence.
Xander slipped between shadows as he ran across the deck towards the bridge. He barely got a foot onto the first step when the door above opened and someone stepped out. Diving around the corner he hugged the wall and cursed as he heard the footsteps slowly approach his position. He reached carefully into his pocket and drew a stake out of it. Barely breathing he tightened his grip and grinned as the vampire passed in front of him, obviously still unaware of his presence.
Xander waited until the vampire was a few meters in front of him before he untangled himself, from the wall. He sneaked up behind the vamp, careful not to make any sound.
But suddenly the direction of the wind shifted and the vampire was able to detect Xander's scent. Xander immediately noticed that the vamp stiffen and didn't want to give the vamp any time to react.
He leaped across the remaining distance and rammed his stake into the vamp's heart just as he fully turned around. Both fell to the ground, the vampire disintegrating in dust during their fall. Xander jumped immediately to the feet. He quickly checked his surrounding, mentally counting the dead vampires and making sure that he hadn't missed any.
"Oz, Giles," he finally spoke into the headphone of his radio. "I'm finished up here. You can come."
"Understood," came the short reply. Xander slowly walked up to the bulkhead that lead into the lower decks of the ship. He crouched down at the wall left to the door and waited for Oz and Giles to arrive.
In less than two minutes the werewolf and the Watcher had reached his position, both still a bit uncomfortable with the weapons.
"Hi guys," Xander greeted them. "Now we only have to go down there," he said and motioned at the door.
Oz and Giles covered Xander while the little group sneaked down the ladder. Checking each corridor for any threats they slowly sneaked in the direction of the storage room.
When the threesome entered the big room they couldn't help but whistle at the sight that greeted them. The whole room was filled with boxes, which from their looks contained only two things: Weapons and ammunition.
"Xander," Giles muttered, his gaze still glued to the boxes. "Am I right if I say that you are armoury is pretty small in comparison to this?"
"Maybe," Xander said with a shrug and moved to the centre of the room. "You two cover the entrance. I don't want someone to sneak up on us," he ordered and Giles and Oz moved back to the door that lead into the room.
On his way Oz passed one of the port-holes and without thinking he took look outside. What he saw out there even paled his face.
"Ah, Xander?" Oz called out.
"Yeah Oz," Xander called back as he planted another C4 charge at one of the boxes.
"Could you come over here for a minute," he asked.
Xander quickly ran over to him and looked at him.
"What's so important that...," he started, but quickly ended when the werewolf took a step back so he could see through the port-hole.
"Oh fuck," Xander exclaimed as he spotted at least five trucks and one big limousine that stopped in front of the ship.
"Ok. This doesn't look good," he exclaimed and quickly rushed back to his preparations.
After another ten minutes a group of about a dozen vampires left the ship and walked up to the cars that had already been waiting for them. After they left, Xander waited five more minutes before exiting the Hummer. He took a closer look through his night vision ,but couldn't spot more than a couple of guards. Deciding that they would never get a better chance, he turned around and walked back to the car.
"So? Giles asked once Xander was back inside the car. "What did you see?"
"Well," Xander started "The guards with the big bad guns and the twisted faces tell me that we hit the jackpot."
"So it's the right freighter;" Oz stated.
"Yep," Xander said and took the silenced UMP and his rucksack from the backseat.
"So, how do we proceed?" Giles asked.
"There are not too many guards onboard," Xander explained and put on of the magazines into the submachine gun. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. "I will call you guys once dealt with them. Then we can start with the real part of our mission."
With these words Xander closed the door and walked in the direction of the freighter.
"Do you think he knows what he is doing?" Oz asked the ex-librarian.
"I hope so," Giles simply said.
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"You do that every day?" Buffy asked while she staked the vamp in front of her.
"Not every night," Faith replied while she cut the head of the nearest vamp with her machete of. "But at least once a week."
Buffy already had her next target and kicked the leg out from under the vampire. She quickly staked the undead, leaving nothing but dust. She took the opportunity to observe their situation. Faith was struggling with three vamps while the sub-group of Cordelia, Willow and Dolye were fighting two. The Irishman in his demon form was taking the most of the fighting, while Willow and Cordy held the rest of the vampire of with their crosses.
Two more vampire advanced towards Buffy's position
"You know B, this is getting boring," Faith said and with these words she drew a Desert Eagle from under her leather jacket. She quickly aimed the big weapon at the vampires and calmly fired three shots. Each took one vamp down, ripping their skulls apart.
Before their bodies could turn into dust, Faith had already turned around and fired another shot at the pair of vamps Buffy was fighting with. The .50 cal bullet dusted the vampire almost immediately while Buffy took care of the remaining one.
Faith quickly looked over to Doyle and noticed that the half demon had also finished off his two vampires.
"That all of them?" he asked as he shifted back into his human face.
"Yep," Faith said and looked over to Buffy. The blonde slayer also nodded. "No more vampires, nothing on the slayer radar."
"That was refreshing," Buffy said as the little group slowly walked out of the abandoned house. "So, we now meet up with Angel?"
"Well, we have nothing left to do," Faith said and shrugged. "So lets go to Angel Investigations and wait for tall, dark and brooding."
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Victor Morales was currently standing guard at the bottom of the gangway. He was one of the unlucky guys that were left behind, while Cortez and the rest of the vampire crew paid a visit to Sanchez. The only order he received was that there should be no trouble, but they still should keep a look out.
Suddenly he heard a noise and he swung his shotgun in the generally direction of the sound. But because of the lack of light from the freighter and the fog that was ever present in the harbour he couldn't spot anything, not even with his sharp vampire senses.
"Hello?" he asked into the darkness "Is there anyone?"
But instead of receiving an answer two bullets penetrated his throat, severing his spinal cord in two different places. His paralysed body immediately fell to the floor, where he laid, unable to move his limbs.
He was just able to spot his attacker when he was standing above him, a stake in his hand.
Xander quickly staked the paralyzed vampire. Not waiting for the dust to settle he sneaked up the gangway, checking his surrounding carefully for any threats.
When he finally arrived on top of the gangway, he immediately spotted the two vampires at the bow of the ship. He quickly connected the red dot of his gun sight with the head of the first vampire.
He breathed deeply a final time, and calmly pulled the trigger twice. The two .45 cal bullets connected with the vampires head, shattering his skull in thousand pieces. Now waiting for the second vamp to react and do something like alarm his comrades, Xander shifted his aim and also ended the other vampire's existence.
Xander slipped between shadows as he ran across the deck towards the bridge. He barely got a foot onto the first step when the door above opened and someone stepped out. Diving around the corner he hugged the wall and cursed as he heard the footsteps slowly approach his position. He reached carefully into his pocket and drew a stake out of it. Barely breathing he tightened his grip and grinned as the vampire passed in front of him, obviously still unaware of his presence.
Xander waited until the vampire was a few meters in front of him before he untangled himself, from the wall. He sneaked up behind the vamp, careful not to make any sound.
But suddenly the direction of the wind shifted and the vampire was able to detect Xander's scent. Xander immediately noticed that the vamp stiffen and didn't want to give the vamp any time to react.
He leaped across the remaining distance and rammed his stake into the vamp's heart just as he fully turned around. Both fell to the ground, the vampire disintegrating in dust during their fall. Xander jumped immediately to the feet. He quickly checked his surrounding, mentally counting the dead vampires and making sure that he hadn't missed any.
"Oz, Giles," he finally spoke into the headphone of his radio. "I'm finished up here. You can come."
"Understood," came the short reply. Xander slowly walked up to the bulkhead that lead into the lower decks of the ship. He crouched down at the wall left to the door and waited for Oz and Giles to arrive.
In less than two minutes the werewolf and the Watcher had reached his position, both still a bit uncomfortable with the weapons.
"Hi guys," Xander greeted them. "Now we only have to go down there," he said and motioned at the door.
Oz and Giles covered Xander while the little group sneaked down the ladder. Checking each corridor for any threats they slowly sneaked in the direction of the storage room.
When the threesome entered the big room they couldn't help but whistle at the sight that greeted them. The whole room was filled with boxes, which from their looks contained only two things: Weapons and ammunition.
"Xander," Giles muttered, his gaze still glued to the boxes. "Am I right if I say that you are armoury is pretty small in comparison to this?"
"Maybe," Xander said with a shrug and moved to the centre of the room. "You two cover the entrance. I don't want someone to sneak up on us," he ordered and Giles and Oz moved back to the door that lead into the room.
On his way Oz passed one of the port-holes and without thinking he took look outside. What he saw out there even paled his face.
"Ah, Xander?" Oz called out.
"Yeah Oz," Xander called back as he planted another C4 charge at one of the boxes.
"Could you come over here for a minute," he asked.
Xander quickly ran over to him and looked at him.
"What's so important that...," he started, but quickly ended when the werewolf took a step back so he could see through the port-hole.
"Oh fuck," Xander exclaimed as he spotted at least five trucks and one big limousine that stopped in front of the ship.
"Ok. This doesn't look good," he exclaimed and quickly rushed back to his preparations.
