Disclaimers: See first chapter.
A/N: This chapter contains repeated bad language.
A/N 2: Marcus is my own creation. He's a random Initiative soldier who's on Forest, Graham and Riley's team.
A/N 3: For those of you thinking that Buffy was behaving out of character in the last chapter please remember that she has a head injury (concussion due to being thrown into Snyder's Mausoleum).
In Remembrance Of Who She Was
Chapter Six: The Who And Why Of Buffy's Attack
Flashback to 5 1/2 hours before the attack on Buffy.
At Lowell House- Graham's dorm room
The unit (squad)- Graham, Forest, Marcus and 2 other random soldiers of my creation have been drinking heavily and are getting very drunk. Riley is absent as he is still injured from being skewered by Adam, and remains in the Initiatives medical bay. (In my story he is prevented from leaving due to the quantity of pain medication he is on and the fact that the medication is making him too drowsy to even sit up.)
"OH COME ON! Riley's just Buffy's lapdog. I wouldn't be surprised if that fuckin' bitch makes him wear a collar while their screwin'!" "Graham! That's Ri you're talkin' about!" "I don't hear you denying it!" "Yeah…well…" (sarcastically) "Yeah… well… Face it, the truth is instead of being out with his squad here and now, he's drugged out of his mind on pain meds 'coz of HER! It's not even like she's human! She's as much a threat to us, no! The WHOLE Initiative as hostile 17! Maybe even more so! Who knows how much information she's pumped Riley for! Who knows what she can do!" "(cough) Riley (cough)." "Forest, I meant fight wise!" (Forest looks at Graham all innocently) "Don't try to look all innocent For, you were never innocent!"
"Hey, guys! Back on track here!" (Forest and Graham stop arguing and pay attention to Marcus) "Good. Now, how do we get rid of the Slayer?" "You guys must be fuckin' drunk! She's the SLAYER AND Riley likes her! We don't get rid of her!" "Forest, if you're too chicken shit to go through with it then the rest of us will go it alone." "You're outta' your fuckin' mind Miler…the whole fuckin' lot of you are. I'm outta' here." (Forest grabs his jacket and leaves. Miller turns back to their other friends) "Good he's gone. Now we can start planning that bitches downfall properly."
Four hours later
The synchronized beeping of 4 pagers signaled that Professor Margaret Walsh was recalling 'her boys'.
"Come on guys, time to go kill some HST's. Of course if we happened to run into Buffy while we were searching, wearing that new metal alloy armor, for our own protection from HST's of course… …well, no one but Riley would miss that bitch and at the moment he's too drugged up to notice. Anyway, by the time he did, the evidence would be gone, too old to be used."
