An...Initiative?
Silently, Erin loaded a gun in her office.
All around her, people dressed exactly like her -in black- were skittering around
everywhere.
She put the gun down and tied her long hair back.
A Beat.
Then, she picked the gun up and looked at it. "This is for you, Faith."
And she shoved it down into her boot.
Walking down a small isleway, she reached a small conference room and entered, standing there in the doorway.
"Sir?"
A man spun around from facing the wall to Erin.
It was Riley Finn.
"Special request, Sir."
"Go on." He replied, Looking her over.
"Well, it has to do with Faith." She said.
And he grinned.
Faith sighed awfully loudly as she flipped through an old Victoria's Secret magazine.
She tilted her head backwards to see the clock.
"Oh come on, Erin!" she said.
It was around 9, and everyone was getting hungry.
The phone suddenly rang, and Faith jumped for it.
"Yo,"
"For goodness sakes, Faith, don't answer the telephone like that!" Erin replied on the other line.
"People might think a mob is living with me."
"Oh, hell-o!" Faith chuckled. "This is Boston! There's mobs everywhere!"
Silence.
"So um, everyone's getting hungry and grumpy, and these Vicki magazines are getting too-"
"Why don't you guys go out to that new pizza parlor, it's one right around the block. Hope's been begging
me to order it." Erin said.
"Okay, that sounds good." Faith balanced the phone on her shoulder and searched her pockets for money. She found some
and pulled it out.
20 Bucks. The new bill.
"Heh, Tacky." Faith said aloud.
"Excuse me?" Erin asked.
"Oh, the new 20's. I think they're tacky."
"So do I." Erin paused. "So why don't you go out for pizza and I'll be home later."
Erin hung the phone up and spun around in her chair.
"Alright Mr. Finn," She smiled. "Send out your boys."
"Guys, I'm going to go get the pizza." Faith yelled upstairs.
"Okay!" Buffy and Hope replied in unison.
"Yahtzee!" Buffy said, faintly.
Barely, Faith heard Hope's response, "Shut up!" pause. " Wait-No! I didn't mean that!"
"Faith!" Buffy called.
"Yeah!" she replied.
"I'll get the pizza," Buffy said. Faith smiled and threw her jacket over a chair.
"Thanks B." she whispered.
The air of Boston was smoky, yet fresh. Buffy smiled as she walked through the busy city.
It was all good.
She had found Faith.
The ally grew dark and she walked a little faster.
Three guys jumped out suddenly; guns, knives, even stakes.
I knew it, she thought. Even Boston has evil things.
"Bring it on," she said suddenly.
A bullet barely got her leg, and she did a back handspring, then got into her 'Super-Buffy Fighting Position'.
"Godsh," She said sarcastically. " Didn't you boys ever learn that violence isn't the answer?"
When Faith had spotted immediatly the photo beside Hope's bed -the one of herself- she had begun to wonder the story
Hope knew.
"Ha! I Yahtzeed you!" Hope grinned.
"What-?" Faith grew angry, but she kept her anger down. "You little demon!"
She lunged for Hope and tickled her.
When she finally quit, she asked the question.
"Hope, who's that girl in the picture?"
"You, silly!" she giggled.
"Where'd you get it?"
"Erin," the little girl replied.
Erin called the house, in hopes of Buffy answering, but instead, Faith answered.
"Yo," she said into the phone.
"Faith," Erin said, shocked. "I thought you were out getting pizza."
"Yeah," Faith replied. "B decided to go out and get it; to give me and Hope a little time together alone."
Erin breathed in heavily, growled in silence, and hung up.
Her plan hadn't worked.
She called Riley and put him on intercom.
"Mr. Finn," she said. "Plan B."
Silently, Erin loaded a gun in her office.
All around her, people dressed exactly like her -in black- were skittering around
everywhere.
She put the gun down and tied her long hair back.
A Beat.
Then, she picked the gun up and looked at it. "This is for you, Faith."
And she shoved it down into her boot.
Walking down a small isleway, she reached a small conference room and entered, standing there in the doorway.
"Sir?"
A man spun around from facing the wall to Erin.
It was Riley Finn.
"Special request, Sir."
"Go on." He replied, Looking her over.
"Well, it has to do with Faith." She said.
And he grinned.
Faith sighed awfully loudly as she flipped through an old Victoria's Secret magazine.
She tilted her head backwards to see the clock.
"Oh come on, Erin!" she said.
It was around 9, and everyone was getting hungry.
The phone suddenly rang, and Faith jumped for it.
"Yo,"
"For goodness sakes, Faith, don't answer the telephone like that!" Erin replied on the other line.
"People might think a mob is living with me."
"Oh, hell-o!" Faith chuckled. "This is Boston! There's mobs everywhere!"
Silence.
"So um, everyone's getting hungry and grumpy, and these Vicki magazines are getting too-"
"Why don't you guys go out to that new pizza parlor, it's one right around the block. Hope's been begging
me to order it." Erin said.
"Okay, that sounds good." Faith balanced the phone on her shoulder and searched her pockets for money. She found some
and pulled it out.
20 Bucks. The new bill.
"Heh, Tacky." Faith said aloud.
"Excuse me?" Erin asked.
"Oh, the new 20's. I think they're tacky."
"So do I." Erin paused. "So why don't you go out for pizza and I'll be home later."
Erin hung the phone up and spun around in her chair.
"Alright Mr. Finn," She smiled. "Send out your boys."
"Guys, I'm going to go get the pizza." Faith yelled upstairs.
"Okay!" Buffy and Hope replied in unison.
"Yahtzee!" Buffy said, faintly.
Barely, Faith heard Hope's response, "Shut up!" pause. " Wait-No! I didn't mean that!"
"Faith!" Buffy called.
"Yeah!" she replied.
"I'll get the pizza," Buffy said. Faith smiled and threw her jacket over a chair.
"Thanks B." she whispered.
The air of Boston was smoky, yet fresh. Buffy smiled as she walked through the busy city.
It was all good.
She had found Faith.
The ally grew dark and she walked a little faster.
Three guys jumped out suddenly; guns, knives, even stakes.
I knew it, she thought. Even Boston has evil things.
"Bring it on," she said suddenly.
A bullet barely got her leg, and she did a back handspring, then got into her 'Super-Buffy Fighting Position'.
"Godsh," She said sarcastically. " Didn't you boys ever learn that violence isn't the answer?"
When Faith had spotted immediatly the photo beside Hope's bed -the one of herself- she had begun to wonder the story
Hope knew.
"Ha! I Yahtzeed you!" Hope grinned.
"What-?" Faith grew angry, but she kept her anger down. "You little demon!"
She lunged for Hope and tickled her.
When she finally quit, she asked the question.
"Hope, who's that girl in the picture?"
"You, silly!" she giggled.
"Where'd you get it?"
"Erin," the little girl replied.
Erin called the house, in hopes of Buffy answering, but instead, Faith answered.
"Yo," she said into the phone.
"Faith," Erin said, shocked. "I thought you were out getting pizza."
"Yeah," Faith replied. "B decided to go out and get it; to give me and Hope a little time together alone."
Erin breathed in heavily, growled in silence, and hung up.
Her plan hadn't worked.
She called Riley and put him on intercom.
"Mr. Finn," she said. "Plan B."