Buffy POV
"Faith" Liam growled, as a brunette joined us in the sewer tunnel.
Faith had a huge smile and a tank top on. The tank top made her look younger then she was. But the smile wasn't a happy one. It was the classic villains smile with a bit of punk thrown in for good measure.
"Hey" she said to Liam then she turned towards me. "I'm Faith, and you are?
"Buffy" I said extending a hand, which she ignored.
"The girlfriend" she said in a voice that only spoke about sex without mentioning the nuances.
"No" I said trying to sound indigent rather then pleased.
Liam shut her up, with an evil smirk. I had yet to learn how he earned that smirk, and I had a feeling that I might never know why.
Then Liam pulled the black balaclava down over his face, Faith did the same and I reluctantly followed suite. Then Liam grabbed at a hook above his head and pulled. Quickly sidestepping the trapdoor and rope ladder that swung down.
Faith climbed up the stairs first, weapon out. Angel and I followed her. We moved through the seemingly normal, underground bunker silently. Always heading towards room 815.
I still felt manipulated by the CIA, but I pushed it aside, because of the mission, because of Liam, and most importantly, because we were under attack.
The first guard Angel dispensed with easily. So easily in fact that it scared me.
Then a second guard aimed his gun at faith and pulled the trigger. She dodged it easily, by kneeling down then rolling towards the guard. The guard tired to adjust his aim, but it was too late.
Faith grabbed the gun, tore it out off his hands, flipped it around and then shot the guard. Her movements although more aggressive, then my own, were similarly strong. She must be altered by Liam's DNA as well.
The third guard interrupted my train of thought by grabbing my neck. I bent down and flipped him over my shoulders, his black cracked as he landed solidly on the ground.
Faith turned toward me, a childish grin on her face "So your one of his clones too?"
Three hours earlier I wouldn't have know what she meant but now I felt as if I'd always known.
I nodded as we moved towards room 815. The lock we easily opened with a credit card. I entered first, and there in the middle of the room there was a huge safe. And by huge I mean 8 feet by eight feet,
I swore. Faith stared, and Angel crossed over to it, and pressed his ear against the vault door, and begins to slowly move the lock.
"What's he doing?" I whispered to faith
"What do you think"?
Wow, she was rude "I meant how?"
"Oh that, I don't know" she whispered back.
"Super hearing" Liam replied.
"Ohh" we both said, as Liam opened the safe.
"Well at least we weren't talking about anything embarrassing" Faith said, as Liam removed the files.
As we were leaving room 815 that's when another shot rang out. Liam instinctively ran towards the shots. Then Faith stopped him. "Let me handle them"
"No"
"Please" she whined, "I need my exercise"
Liam sighed and headed toward the main door and I followed him down the dark hallway.
Liam opened the door; his hand brushed my shoulder, as I passed him. In spite of the danger or perhaps because of it I had to stop. If he had asked me, why I had stopped, I would have claimed that I was waiting for faith. But he didn't ask. Instead he bent down and kissed me
Warm and deep, better then the first one, because this time there was no false pretences. This had nothing to do with the damn mission it existed in spite of it. The more we kissed the better I felt, it wasn't like normal kisses ether, saying that would be like comparing Hershey and Godiva.
Then interrupting the perfect kiss, a bullet whizzed past, the small of my back and I was reminded of the mission. We broke the kiss and dropped to the ground to avoid further bullets.
Thank goodness we did, because seconds later, Faith sailed over our bodies, landed on her feet and kept running.
Liam and I, stayed close, to the ground as we ran, hunched over into the woods.
We ran for five minutes, in till we caught up with Faith. Who grabbed my arm and pulled me to the left. Liam instinctively follows and faith led us to an unmarked van.
As we approached I was shocked to discover that Wesley was sitting on the drivers seat. Faith however treated it as if it were an every day occurrence.
Then Faith leaned over and kissed him. I gasped, but Angel didn't react. Then their kiss suddenly took a French turn. And Angel turned me away from their immature make out session.
"They think they can get away with anything now that there married"
One of the two kissers, managed to utter a word in spite of the kiss "three"
Angel with a smug look on his face translated for me "Or rather now that they have been married for three years they can"
I couldn't help but grin, I was astonished that my serious conservative handler was married to Faith.
