Title: No Fate (5/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to and through Chosen.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Angel comes back in time to save the hope of the future.
Author's Note: This is sort of a fusion with The Terminator. The idea just sort of hit me.
* * *
"So, where'd you get the weapons, Mister Harris?" Lieutenant Andrea Montoya asked.
Xander scowled, "_Please_ don't call me that."
"Fine, _Alex_," she said, gritting her teeth. "Where'd you get the weapons?"
"Would you believe E-Bay?" he cracked. "You'd be amazed what you can find on there. Y'know, my ex-fiancee once found-..."
Montoya slammed her fist on the desk angrily, then waved a sheaf of papers in her other hand. "I have here reports of weapons -- with serial numbers matching the ones we found in your car -- being stolen -- along with an anti-tank weapon -- from an Army base in Sunnydale nearly six years ago! This was an inside job, Harris. Who was your contact?"
Xander snorted, "If you really think that, you haven't seen the security there."
* * *
"I'm a friend of Xander Harris," Kennedy said to the man at the desk. "I was told he was here. Could I see him please?"
"No," the desk sergeant said, shaking his head. "You can't see him. He's being questioned right now."
"Where is he?"
"Look," the sergeant shot her an exasperated look, "it may take a while. If you want to wait, there's a bench over there." He pointed with his pen.
Kennedy peered over the desk and down the corridor, then looked at the desk sergeant again.
"I'll be back."
She turned and left, and it was at that point that it occurred to the sergeant that she looked familiar.
"Wait a minute, wasn't she one of the perps nailed with that Harris guy?"
His eyes widened, and he tried to scramble out of the way when he saw the headlights careening toward him.
* * *
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Montoya's head jerked up at the familiar sound.
"You stay here," she shot a look at Xander. She glanced at the other officer. "Watch him. Shoot him in the leg if he tries anything."
"Yes, ma'am."
* * *
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"What do you think is going on?" Willow asked worriedly. That strange cracking sound had started, and the guard had bolted. "And what's that noise? It almost sounds like..."
"Gunfire," Angel said softly. He looked at Buffy and Kennedy, "That's probably the assassin. We have to get out of here and find Xander. Now."
Buffy shook her head. "B-break out of jail?"
Kennedy made the argument moot. She rose and walked up to the cell door, then slammed her fist into the lock, breaking it. She slid the door open and turned to the others, "C'mon, time's wasting."
* * *
Kennedy strode down the hallway. Pistol fire echoed.
"Is it a terrorist or something?" someone asked. He didn't live to hear the answer as Kennedy cut him down with her Uzi.
"Move it, move it, move it, move it!" one of the senior officers called, waving his hand in signal and opening fire.
Kennedy didn't flinch and fired off the last of the Uzi's ammo into him.
"I got her! I got her!" one called, raising a shotgun. The twelve-gauge blast threw her against the wall, but she shook it off and drew the .45 long-slide. The laser sight settled on the officer's forehead for but an instant before she pulled the trigger.
She paused and looked at the panel in the wall. She clenched her fist and punched through the panel, then ripped out the power cables.
The building went dark.
* * *
Xander was drumming his fingers on the desk when the lights died. He sat up and looked at the officer watching him suspiciously.
"Uh, you know, I hate to be the one to point this out, but it looks like things are getting a little out of hand out there."
"Shut up!" the officer snapped.
* * *
"Let's go!" Montoya called as she turned the key. Opening the armory, she hauled out an M-16 and turned.
"Hey!" she called, firing on the intruder.
*What the hell?* she wondered, stunned as the bullets slammed into her target without slowing her down. The muzzle of the intruder's gun flashed, lighting up the hallway like a strobe, and as the bullet struck her, Montoya thought she recognized the intruder.
It looked like one of the perps who'd been arrested with Harris.
And darkness claimed her.
* * *
Xander blinked as the officer slumped to the ground, unconscious, then looked up and reflexively caught the P-90 Angel tossed at him.
They must not have had time to get them to the impound yet.
"Let's go, sir. It's here."
He nodded and followed.
* * *
Kennedy stepped out the back door, and her electronic eyes scanned the vehicle as it raced away. She opened fire, but the vehicle was quickly out of range. She turned away and looked for transportation.
She'd pick up the trail later.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Looks like I'm on a roll here.
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link. Plus, archived at http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=62966
Rating: I'm gonna go say PG.
Spoilers: Up to and through Chosen.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to the almighty Joss. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Angel comes back in time to save the hope of the future.
Author's Note: This is sort of a fusion with The Terminator. The idea just sort of hit me.
* * *
"So, where'd you get the weapons, Mister Harris?" Lieutenant Andrea Montoya asked.
Xander scowled, "_Please_ don't call me that."
"Fine, _Alex_," she said, gritting her teeth. "Where'd you get the weapons?"
"Would you believe E-Bay?" he cracked. "You'd be amazed what you can find on there. Y'know, my ex-fiancee once found-..."
Montoya slammed her fist on the desk angrily, then waved a sheaf of papers in her other hand. "I have here reports of weapons -- with serial numbers matching the ones we found in your car -- being stolen -- along with an anti-tank weapon -- from an Army base in Sunnydale nearly six years ago! This was an inside job, Harris. Who was your contact?"
Xander snorted, "If you really think that, you haven't seen the security there."
* * *
"I'm a friend of Xander Harris," Kennedy said to the man at the desk. "I was told he was here. Could I see him please?"
"No," the desk sergeant said, shaking his head. "You can't see him. He's being questioned right now."
"Where is he?"
"Look," the sergeant shot her an exasperated look, "it may take a while. If you want to wait, there's a bench over there." He pointed with his pen.
Kennedy peered over the desk and down the corridor, then looked at the desk sergeant again.
"I'll be back."
She turned and left, and it was at that point that it occurred to the sergeant that she looked familiar.
"Wait a minute, wasn't she one of the perps nailed with that Harris guy?"
His eyes widened, and he tried to scramble out of the way when he saw the headlights careening toward him.
* * *
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Montoya's head jerked up at the familiar sound.
"You stay here," she shot a look at Xander. She glanced at the other officer. "Watch him. Shoot him in the leg if he tries anything."
"Yes, ma'am."
* * *
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"What do you think is going on?" Willow asked worriedly. That strange cracking sound had started, and the guard had bolted. "And what's that noise? It almost sounds like..."
"Gunfire," Angel said softly. He looked at Buffy and Kennedy, "That's probably the assassin. We have to get out of here and find Xander. Now."
Buffy shook her head. "B-break out of jail?"
Kennedy made the argument moot. She rose and walked up to the cell door, then slammed her fist into the lock, breaking it. She slid the door open and turned to the others, "C'mon, time's wasting."
* * *
Kennedy strode down the hallway. Pistol fire echoed.
"Is it a terrorist or something?" someone asked. He didn't live to hear the answer as Kennedy cut him down with her Uzi.
"Move it, move it, move it, move it!" one of the senior officers called, waving his hand in signal and opening fire.
Kennedy didn't flinch and fired off the last of the Uzi's ammo into him.
"I got her! I got her!" one called, raising a shotgun. The twelve-gauge blast threw her against the wall, but she shook it off and drew the .45 long-slide. The laser sight settled on the officer's forehead for but an instant before she pulled the trigger.
She paused and looked at the panel in the wall. She clenched her fist and punched through the panel, then ripped out the power cables.
The building went dark.
* * *
Xander was drumming his fingers on the desk when the lights died. He sat up and looked at the officer watching him suspiciously.
"Uh, you know, I hate to be the one to point this out, but it looks like things are getting a little out of hand out there."
"Shut up!" the officer snapped.
* * *
"Let's go!" Montoya called as she turned the key. Opening the armory, she hauled out an M-16 and turned.
"Hey!" she called, firing on the intruder.
*What the hell?* she wondered, stunned as the bullets slammed into her target without slowing her down. The muzzle of the intruder's gun flashed, lighting up the hallway like a strobe, and as the bullet struck her, Montoya thought she recognized the intruder.
It looked like one of the perps who'd been arrested with Harris.
And darkness claimed her.
* * *
Xander blinked as the officer slumped to the ground, unconscious, then looked up and reflexively caught the P-90 Angel tossed at him.
They must not have had time to get them to the impound yet.
"Let's go, sir. It's here."
He nodded and followed.
* * *
Kennedy stepped out the back door, and her electronic eyes scanned the vehicle as it raced away. She opened fire, but the vehicle was quickly out of range. She turned away and looked for transportation.
She'd pick up the trail later.
* * *
Author's Postscript:
Looks like I'm on a roll here.