Summary: This Buffyverse is about fifty years or less into the future compared to the norm. Xander is a miner on Mars during the Red Faction rebellion.

Crossover: Red Faction (the PC game), Hellsing (the anime series, also the manga)

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Pre-Fic Comments:

Handel-C. If it were a /real/ tool, it would be a spork. Better than assembly -- somehow, /surely/, even though we don't know how. Ah well, we're into a *real* C IDE now, having left that FPGA monstrousity behind.

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"Homicidal?," Buffy asked, her voice rising towards an impressive shriek as she drew a short sword. "/Homicidal?/ I got your homicidal right here!"

She charged towards the group of acolytes protecting the priests and Asiz, only to be knocked down as a priest struck like a coiled cobra, nailing her in the forehead and knocking her out.

"Well, that's one down," Eos said. "How 'bout you, Rupert?"

"Please, call me Giles," the Englishman said. "And I wish to state that the Council has a strict nonviolence standing order towards the Slizath."

Alucard arched an eyebrow. Despite his bangs of hair hiding his forehead, and his wide hat, the expression stood out.

"That makes a nice change, then," Tzath commented acidly. "Care to collect your attackgirl?"

Giles sheepishly picked up Buffy, dragging her by the armpits to the edge of the cavern.

"Now, My Lady, I have sad news to report to you," Tzath began. "Without Your blessing and inspiration, life in the safehouses have not been very happy."

The snakelady nodded. "I must leave immediately for the nearest one, then."

"Los Angeles," Tzath supplied.

"I just got my car back," Eos volunteered. "It's fast, I could get you there in no time."

"I'm going with you to keep an eye on you," Buffy slurred from where she was beginning to wake up.

"You're only keeping an eye on her if you get a glass one," Xander ruled. "Seras and I will sit in the back seat, and Alucard can keep an eye on things here."

"Really?," Giles asked, eyes lighting up. "Come, come, the Council and I have long had some queries we've wished to ask you..."

"Master!," Alucard said accusingly, as the mortal Watcher somehow managed to drag the immortal Vampire along by the wrist.

"Come on," Eos said.

"Can I get some new clothes while we're in Los Angeles?," Seras could be heard asking as the four wandered down the tunnel back to the sewers.

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"Eos! You never told me you have a car as sweet as this!," Xander protested.

They had gotten to the house they were renting to find a /very/ nice car sitting in the driveway, the garage door shut. It was jet black, with a chrome bumper.

"Hop in," Eos said, holding the left door open and moving the front seat forwards. Seras got in first, followed by Xander. Asiz let herself in, sitting on the passenger seat like she was the owner and not Eos.

Xander spotted a badge on the dash, on the passenger side. 'Z/28'. A Camaro, then.

"What year is this?," he asked.

"'69," Eos replied, as if it were no matter.

The brunette twisted the key in the ignition, and the engine obediently started. A loud roar woke up the neighbours, as Eos tested out the loud pedal. The 427ci engine became less audible as Eos shut her door, then regained it's prominence as the two women up front wound down the windows.

"Who wants to listen to some music?," Eos asked, pushing a cassette tape into the stereo anyway.

Xander had a dopey grin on his face.

"I Feel So Good! I Feel So Numb, Yeah!," Rob Zombie yelled from the speakers as Eos shifted the musclecar into first gear and the tyres bit down into the concrete, lunging out onto the blacktop. The Red Faction leader absently twisted the volume knob all the way to 'high', and they could all feel it as the kick drum was pounded.

Combined with the vibrations and the sound of the engine, it was mindblowing.

"This is insane!," Seras yelled.

"Ain't it cool?," Eos yelled back. "I would have taken the shark, but that's a two seater!"

Xander gave a wild yell of enjoyment, as the old car accelerated quickly to over two hundred kilometers an hour with blatant disregard for the Sunnydale PD, who spilt their coffee on themselves as the black car sped past them on the way out of town.

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Post-fic Comments:

That last scene was pure fun :)

Camaro's rock!