Unus vir Bellum (One Man War)
Author: Socrates
Disclaimer: Me and Fox own the rights to BTVS and its characters, marvel comics owns the right to the punisher, from which this story will follow to an extent.
Rating: R for extreme violence and mature themes.
Category: Action/Angst/Drama
Summary: What do you do when everything you know and love is stolen from you? Xander Harris is about to face this question and a certain firm will learn that there are some people you just don't cross.
Feedback: Why Certainly.
AN: Forgive me people. I tried to let this one just go away but it wouldn't leave.
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Holland Masters looked intently at the black clad figure in front of him, his eyes searching intensely. Such an archaic way of getting things done
"You know why you were called here?"
The man in black sneered wickedly in response, the sunglasses he wore making it difficult to read his expression. "There's only one reason why I get called in like this." His eyes lit up, "Who's the target?"
The old man slipped a folder across his desk and the man in black retrieved it. "Inside you will find all the appropriate information." He fixed the man in black firmly with his eyes. "There are to be NO survivors, understand?"
"Sure" the man in black replied as he casually perused the various files, pausing a few times to whistle in appreciation. "We got us a couple of lookers!" If it was possible his smile turned even more sinister.
"Try to keep your libido in check. This is a simple elimination, nothing more."
The man in black waved his hands dismissively. "Whatever." He looked up from the files "What did these people do anyways."
Holland smiled evilly up at him. "It's not so much what they did as it is who they know." He added quietly, "Or who knows them."
"Poor bastards." The man in black replied, not sounding the least bit sincere.
"See to the job and be done with it."
The man in black closed the folder and snapped of a casual salute. "Will do, sir." With that, he turned and was gone from the private office.
The old man sat quietly for a moment, then pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of wine and poured himself a drink. He raised the glass in an imaginary toast. "To the coming tides of change. "
I wonder if you are truly ready for what awaits you Angel? I wonder if any of us are?
Downing the glass quickly, he signed in resignation before grabbing the phone from its cradle. He pressed one button and waited several seconds for the connection. "It's Holland."
"Is it done?"
"Yes, everything is taken care of."
"The local law enforcement will not interfere?"
"They compensated for their cooperation. There will be no interference."
"Well done. Angel must be made to fear us."
"He will be."
The line went dead and Holland put it back on its cradle.
Things were about to become very interesting indeed!
Author: Socrates
Disclaimer: Me and Fox own the rights to BTVS and its characters, marvel comics owns the right to the punisher, from which this story will follow to an extent.
Rating: R for extreme violence and mature themes.
Category: Action/Angst/Drama
Summary: What do you do when everything you know and love is stolen from you? Xander Harris is about to face this question and a certain firm will learn that there are some people you just don't cross.
Feedback: Why Certainly.
AN: Forgive me people. I tried to let this one just go away but it wouldn't leave.
*******
Holland Masters looked intently at the black clad figure in front of him, his eyes searching intensely. Such an archaic way of getting things done
"You know why you were called here?"
The man in black sneered wickedly in response, the sunglasses he wore making it difficult to read his expression. "There's only one reason why I get called in like this." His eyes lit up, "Who's the target?"
The old man slipped a folder across his desk and the man in black retrieved it. "Inside you will find all the appropriate information." He fixed the man in black firmly with his eyes. "There are to be NO survivors, understand?"
"Sure" the man in black replied as he casually perused the various files, pausing a few times to whistle in appreciation. "We got us a couple of lookers!" If it was possible his smile turned even more sinister.
"Try to keep your libido in check. This is a simple elimination, nothing more."
The man in black waved his hands dismissively. "Whatever." He looked up from the files "What did these people do anyways."
Holland smiled evilly up at him. "It's not so much what they did as it is who they know." He added quietly, "Or who knows them."
"Poor bastards." The man in black replied, not sounding the least bit sincere.
"See to the job and be done with it."
The man in black closed the folder and snapped of a casual salute. "Will do, sir." With that, he turned and was gone from the private office.
The old man sat quietly for a moment, then pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of wine and poured himself a drink. He raised the glass in an imaginary toast. "To the coming tides of change. "
I wonder if you are truly ready for what awaits you Angel? I wonder if any of us are?
Downing the glass quickly, he signed in resignation before grabbing the phone from its cradle. He pressed one button and waited several seconds for the connection. "It's Holland."
"Is it done?"
"Yes, everything is taken care of."
"The local law enforcement will not interfere?"
"They compensated for their cooperation. There will be no interference."
"Well done. Angel must be made to fear us."
"He will be."
The line went dead and Holland put it back on its cradle.
Things were about to become very interesting indeed!