AN: Here goes the next part, I will probably end up creating a character listing chapter eventually because there will be several new characters popping up, but for the time being I'll list them and a bit about them at the end of each chapter.
Bobboky: Thanks
Destiny's Dragon: Thanks, I am. I'm also working on my rewrite of Xanders FInal Fantasy, but this idea is bouncing around in my head (As does a Plot Bunny of Xander and someone else dressing up as Dom and Ed from Megatokyo and going on a triggerhappy rampage through Sunnydale)
Two dozen vampires and a pair of Polgarans were nervous as they circled up in the room.
"Who the hell is after us?" one of the vamps stammered as his eyes twitched trying to find some sign of the being pursuing them as he and his friends held various weapons pointed at the door.
"Don't know man," another responded, "But the bastard is totally loco!"
A scream from one of the Polgarans alerted them to something happening as a hand shot through the wall and dragged the demon through an expanded hole as weapons fire poured through the hole after it.
Several weapons clicked empty and all of them stopped and began to reload, noticing that the sounds had stopped.
"Think we got 'im?" one asked another.
"Nothing could have survived that, we got stuff strong enough to take down a tank," one of the others responded.
One of them leaned forwards through the hole to see if he could spot the body when a black clad form crashed into him and the sound of shattering bones resounded through the room as the hapless leech was sent flying across the room to leave a crater in the far wall to dust on a chunk of framing.
"Mother fucker..." one of the vamps stammered as the figure seemed to blur before plowing into the horde of demons with a large sword.
Screams burst out as a trio of vamps fled after the remaining Polgaran was sent flying through the door and skipping down the hall like a pebble on a pond.
A moment later the sounds of battle stopped, only the slow beat of footsteps alerted the fleeing blood suckers that their enemy was still comming after them. The being could simply not be human, no human could do what this psychotic had done.
It had started a half hour earlier when their boss, a Master vamp of over a thousand years was swatted down like a fly by a flyswatter by the guy who was using a god damned motorcycle as a melee weapon, and everything they had in their arsonal was ripped to shreds by the maniac with ease.
The one in the rear screamed as he was grabbed and spun around before a fist crashed THROUGH the ribs and heart before the hand protruded from the back a second before dusting.
The footsteps vanished as the remaining two whimpered and hid.
"Think we lost him?" one whispered.
"Hope so," the other responded.
"It's quiet," the first stammered, "Too quiet."
The seconds eyes widened as the other was cleaved in half from head down, dusting as he fell apart.
"Please man," the last one begged, "I didn't do anything, don't kill me!"
The figure smiled for a moment before lashing out in a devistating kick to the leech's back, paralysing it from the waist down.
"You do not deserve to live," the entity whispered as he pulled out a pair of grenades and dropped them after pulling the pins and leaped through a window to land on the street below.
The devistating blast destroyed the building as the leather clad warrior slowly removed his sunglasses and carefully folded them before they vanished into a pocket and his blade back into the sheath on his back.
The shoulder length silver hair and gleaming emerald eyes surveyed the destruction before him as a gloved hand slipped his cellphone from a pocket and dialed a number.
"This is Lycander," he said calmly, "Mission accomplished, heading to base now."
He pocketed the phone and walked over to a parked motorcycle and drove off.
A trio of swift VTOL craft followed the California coastline heading towards what used to be Sunnydale.
"Base," Xander said over the comms, "We are transmitting security clearance codes, please have a full security detail waiting at the LZ, we have prisoners that need the high security containment, including at least one that needs to be kept undercontrol, he is a craft user."
"Roger that Bossman," came the reply, "We'll have them along with the medical team for your pickup, and welcome home X."
"It's good to be back Falcon," he answered with a smile as he glanced over his shoulder at the sedated slayer in the back with his team.
The craft turned slightly inland and a chime indicated entering the restricted airspace of their base of operations and memories flooded forwards for a moment.
After he had heard about what Buffy and friends had done that ended up with a crater where his hometown had been, he'd asked for funds to consolidate the Special Earth Defense group to their own base as it was being built there. It hadn't taken much doing as the place was pretty much declared uninhabitable by NGS and basically was already government owned. Most of the actual building costs had come from several of the steps Xander had taken to get the group to pay for itself. Mentalist gadgeteers were very good at comming up with things that could easily be marketed without drawing much attention to where the ideas came from...
The three craft passed several defense cannons before comming up to the structures of the base itself and descended onto a raised landing pad as armed guards moved into position around the second and third craft to assist in moving the captives while a full med team closed in on the lead craft to take Dana to the medical facility.
"Sir," one of the mystics, Cloak, said calmly as he walked up to Xander, "The other retrieval team returned a half hour ago, and Agent Lycander is on his way back after completing his mission, he reported in just before you sent the landing codes."
"Good," the armored psion responded, "This has gone according to plan so far, I would like four teams to be ready to go to Cleveland tomorrow for the next stage."
He turned to head indoors but hesitated as the Cloak continued.
"With your requested recruit we found him in Mexico City and the President has agreed to give him a blanket pardon for what he did before, but you need to contact him," the pale skinned man said, "Also Agent Lock has requested to come in from the cold before the comming stages of our operation, and the UN task force is being moved under our command, their leader, a Mister Finn, should be comming here in a few days."
Xander nodded slowly as he headed on, "You do good work Cloak."
"Have I ever not?" the eerie man said as he seemed to fade into the shadows.
Buffy sat in her office in the Neo Watchers Council office just outside of London and contemplated what events she had just been informed of. Andrew and his entire team were arrested and seemingly vanished by the US government by what appeared to be an anti-terrorist group attached to the Department of Homeland Security, all she knew was that Andrews crimes had been listed as kidnapping a US citizen and murder, among other things, and she had also been told by the Watcher spies inside Wolfram & Hart that Angel knew what had happened, but was remaining tightlipped about it and with what had happened just before it burning her last bridges with her Ex, it was insane.
She grimaced as she flipped through another report on her desk about teams comming up empty in finding Slayers they had been tracking and several full teams vanishing into thin air.
It was maddening, and she called in Willow and her girlfriend to try to help figure out just what the hell was going on.
Original Character Brief Bios
Lycander: A Well trained commando who is a Martial Artist/Ninja/Intruder. He has a lot of combat training and is a devistating warrior who can do a lot of damage but doesn't do very well in social situations. He is a special shadow operative who was personally trained by Xander
Falcon: The person in charge of the bases Control Tower and most of the comms gear in the base. He is technically a Mentalist, but his focus is in building gadgets rather than any kind of fighting.
Cloak: An Advocate/Shinobi who often works as Xanders aide. He is a disturbing individual who could possibly have some telepathic abilities as well.
Lock: May or may not be an OC, but Lock is Xanders highest placed and most trusted mole in the Watchers Council.