AN: This is the second interlude, well, a close friend of mine suggested this and well, I happened to find it funny so here goes the dealing with Oversight. It takes place before the last section of One Winged Angel Unleashed.

Sephiroth surveyed the destruction with a cold methodical stare. Xander felt remorse for the deaths of those ordered into this mess, but his mind did know that they could have refused.

He followed the sound of whimpering through a whole one of those he had thrown had created, the room he entered was still functioning, his lighting spell hadn't fried everything in here like it had in the rest of the base.

He saw her, the one who had ordered the soldiers to kill him. They did not succeed, but that still didn't get her off the hook.

One of the screens cackled for a moment, static slowly fading into the image of an older man.

"Ah, yes, the code zero," the man chuckled, "I did want to speak with you."

He stared at the screen for a moment, a sneer crossing his face before he turned back to Walsh. The man was not worth his time.

"What do I have to do to keep you from killing her?" the man asked.

Xander spun, eyes glowing a dangerous shade of green as he asked a simple question, "You're responsible for her and the monster she made?"

"Monster?"

"That little Frankenstein that I had to deal with."

"Oh, you mean ADAM?"

"Is that what it's called," Sephiroth hissed, he was seething with rage now, this man caused this.

"Why yes," the man said, seeming to get some sort of perverse pleasure out of the information, not quite realizing who truly was the more dangerous of the two beings.

Anger flooded him as he called forth a scan spell and working it through the link and the man sitting in a room only a few hundred miles away, and he had a name.

"Well, George," he responded, the man jerking slightly, "I know where you are and you may want to take a slight peek out of that window to your right."

"How do you..." the older man stammered.

"For a spook of the type to sponsor this type of thing, you really aren't to bright about a little thing called magic," Sephiroth chuckled, "And I would look out that window if I were you, a plaything of mine is making a visit."

"Plaything?"

The man turned and fumbled with the rod of the blinds, his face turning whiter and his eyes wider than most would think humanly possible.

"What the hell..."

"That, George, is something called Weapon, or more precisely Emerald Weapon, and it is the most powerful for water missions, and it is your penalty for basing yourself upon an aircraft carrier."

"Why...how..."

"You may have knowledge of a being from a game named Sephiroth, he and my self from this world seem to have, well, merged into one being, and I called the Weapons, think of it as your punishment for creating that monster that I had to put down."

"Please no," the man mumbled as the dull roar of explosions reached the transmitter.

"Goodbye George," Xander said as he blasted the screen, still watching through the eyes of the Emerald Weapon, "And have a nice trip to hell."

His emerald eyes focused on the professor as he realized what he was going to do with her after he noticed the screens transmitting the still, comparatively intact holding cells. One, the only one still completely intact had been shielded from the light by its position and held a starving vampire.

"You know, I think it'll be a rather poetic justice for you to be dealt with by another one of your victims, of course, he won't live very long either."

Maggie Walsh screamed as Sephiroth casually picked her up and chucked her into the an adjacent cell as he placed barriers all around the two cells before destroying the wall between the two and stepping back, vanishing from the ruins with a haunting laugh.

The professor tried to run, scrabbling against the wall as the leech charged, face deforming and drooling as his eyes flashed.

"No...no...noooo!" she screamed before it bit her, draining her as fast as it could. The madness of starvation not even letting it slow down enough to taste the blood.