Disclaimer: Oh you know, the usual...I DON'T OWN DARK ANGEL!!!!!!!!!
A/N: To everyone who wanted Buffy to meet Max!!!! this is the chapter ya'll been waiting for!!!! The slayer meets the uh, transgenics!!! Happy reading everybody!!
Chapter 9: Maximum Target
Buffy walked into Jam Pony later that day. She was down ten bucks, since she spent a ton of it in breakfast that morning. So now she was in search for money. Ms. Prophecy Girl can wait.
It wasn't as shabby as she thought it would be. The walls were unpainted, just the dull cement gray except for some, which were covered in graffiti. A row of red lockers lined a corner, the doors of which had a name of the owner. People who were obviously in their twenties, even younger were scuttling around yelling at each other and laughing, tossing packages here and there while a few lounged on a couple of plastic tables, eating and drinking. Racer bikes were hanging on a bar, waiting to be used while the already used ones kept coming in and out of the medium-sized building. 'Not a bad place to work.' Buffy thought with a small smile. 'At least the people here know how to have fun.'
A man with graying hair, black-rimmed glasses and a scowl on a face was scolding the messengers every now and then as he handed out parcels and parcels of whatever. 'Guess he's the boss.' Buffy figured, hiking the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder.
She reached the counter in which the middle-aged man was standing behind and cleared her throat in order to be noticed, as he was busy shouting at a lanky guy with brown stringy hair.
"You were supposed to have six runs yesterday! And what did you get? Three lousy signatures! Do that again and you will be most certainly FIRED!" The boss yelled as he shooed off the poor guy. Ten whole minutes had passed when he finally noticed Buffy. "What can I do for you?" he asked impatiently.
"My name is Buffy Summers and I was wondering if you had any open spaces for a new employee." Buffy asked hopefully. He studied the blonde girl, as if gauging if she was capable of such a job.
"I have to ask you a few questions first." He said taking out a clipboard and pulling out a fountain pen from his left ear. "And the name's Normal."
Buffy nodded.
"Where do you live?"
"Uh, I'm still looking for a new apartment, but I'm currently staying in a motel."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"What was your last job?"
Buffy would've laughed outright at that one. 'What was her last job?' Gee, maybe-slaying vampires? She couldn't say that. Normal would then think she was a crackpot or something. "I erm, worked at a fast-food restaurant."
"Fine, then you're hired." Normal said giving her a package and a sector pass. "This one's on Sector Four, I'll have someone to show you around."
Buffy nodded and took the package from him.
"Alec!" Normal yelled waving his hand to somebody from the locker area. Buffy turned around to see whom Normal was calling. She hoped it was somebody nice. What she saw made her mouth part. A guy was heading towards their direction and Buffy felt herself melting. He was gorgeous. He had dark hair that was gelled up in the front, hazel green eyes that matched her own, an obvious athletic build, and the sexiest smile she had ever seen.
"Buffy this is Alec, my Golden Boy, the top-worker here in Jam Pony." Normal introduced. Buffy managed a small 'hi' as Alec grinned at her.
"Hey Buffy," he said grinning. "Come on, I'll show you around." He led her to a small group that was gathered around a plastic table. Buffy recognized the lanky guy Normal was yelling at earlier sitting at one of the chairs. Beside him sat an African American girl who smiled warmly at her. And beside her sat one of the most beautiful girls Buffy had ever seen. She could've passed for a model. She had dark brown hair (brunette) that fell down her back, chocolate brown eyes, perfectly tanned skin and a row of pearly white teeth.
"People, I'd like you to meet Buffy." Alec said motioning for her to take a seat. "This is OC, Sketchy, and Max."
Buffy could only stare at the girl she had been marveling at a few seconds ago.
Max.
She had found the one person she had been looking for.
A/N: To everyone who wanted Buffy to meet Max!!!! this is the chapter ya'll been waiting for!!!! The slayer meets the uh, transgenics!!! Happy reading everybody!!
Chapter 9: Maximum Target
Buffy walked into Jam Pony later that day. She was down ten bucks, since she spent a ton of it in breakfast that morning. So now she was in search for money. Ms. Prophecy Girl can wait.
It wasn't as shabby as she thought it would be. The walls were unpainted, just the dull cement gray except for some, which were covered in graffiti. A row of red lockers lined a corner, the doors of which had a name of the owner. People who were obviously in their twenties, even younger were scuttling around yelling at each other and laughing, tossing packages here and there while a few lounged on a couple of plastic tables, eating and drinking. Racer bikes were hanging on a bar, waiting to be used while the already used ones kept coming in and out of the medium-sized building. 'Not a bad place to work.' Buffy thought with a small smile. 'At least the people here know how to have fun.'
A man with graying hair, black-rimmed glasses and a scowl on a face was scolding the messengers every now and then as he handed out parcels and parcels of whatever. 'Guess he's the boss.' Buffy figured, hiking the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder.
She reached the counter in which the middle-aged man was standing behind and cleared her throat in order to be noticed, as he was busy shouting at a lanky guy with brown stringy hair.
"You were supposed to have six runs yesterday! And what did you get? Three lousy signatures! Do that again and you will be most certainly FIRED!" The boss yelled as he shooed off the poor guy. Ten whole minutes had passed when he finally noticed Buffy. "What can I do for you?" he asked impatiently.
"My name is Buffy Summers and I was wondering if you had any open spaces for a new employee." Buffy asked hopefully. He studied the blonde girl, as if gauging if she was capable of such a job.
"I have to ask you a few questions first." He said taking out a clipboard and pulling out a fountain pen from his left ear. "And the name's Normal."
Buffy nodded.
"Where do you live?"
"Uh, I'm still looking for a new apartment, but I'm currently staying in a motel."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty."
"What was your last job?"
Buffy would've laughed outright at that one. 'What was her last job?' Gee, maybe-slaying vampires? She couldn't say that. Normal would then think she was a crackpot or something. "I erm, worked at a fast-food restaurant."
"Fine, then you're hired." Normal said giving her a package and a sector pass. "This one's on Sector Four, I'll have someone to show you around."
Buffy nodded and took the package from him.
"Alec!" Normal yelled waving his hand to somebody from the locker area. Buffy turned around to see whom Normal was calling. She hoped it was somebody nice. What she saw made her mouth part. A guy was heading towards their direction and Buffy felt herself melting. He was gorgeous. He had dark hair that was gelled up in the front, hazel green eyes that matched her own, an obvious athletic build, and the sexiest smile she had ever seen.
"Buffy this is Alec, my Golden Boy, the top-worker here in Jam Pony." Normal introduced. Buffy managed a small 'hi' as Alec grinned at her.
"Hey Buffy," he said grinning. "Come on, I'll show you around." He led her to a small group that was gathered around a plastic table. Buffy recognized the lanky guy Normal was yelling at earlier sitting at one of the chairs. Beside him sat an African American girl who smiled warmly at her. And beside her sat one of the most beautiful girls Buffy had ever seen. She could've passed for a model. She had dark brown hair (brunette) that fell down her back, chocolate brown eyes, perfectly tanned skin and a row of pearly white teeth.
"People, I'd like you to meet Buffy." Alec said motioning for her to take a seat. "This is OC, Sketchy, and Max."
Buffy could only stare at the girl she had been marveling at a few seconds ago.
Max.
She had found the one person she had been looking for.