Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the vampire Slayer. This is just for fun.
Disclaimer2: I also do not own Grosse Pointe Blank. This is also just for fun.
A/N: First side story to run sort of concurrent with Cleveland House
Walking down the driveway he makes a few clicks on his phone and orders an Uber. With each step he moves slower and slower. He pales, begins to feel lightheaded and dizzy. With hardly any thought he pulls the phone out again and dials a number.
"Pacific Trident Global"
"….."
"Sorry, old habits. Hello?"
"uhh..."
"Sir? ….. Mr. Harris? ….. Xander?"
"Marcella?"
"Sir? Is that you? Are you hurt? Do you need medical services?"
"Help." Eye sight fading to black, with a dreamy voice "Oh looks like the Uber is here. I am going to take a nap now" Falling to the ground from exhaustion his fingers slip on the phone but hit the speakerphone.
The driver sees his rider collapse, he jumps out of the car and runs up to him. He starts to just back away intent on leaving and not getting involved with whatever this was.
"Sir?... Xander?! ...Are you OK?... What's happening?... Is anyone there?" A concerned voice fills the air.
"Uhh"
"Who's there?! …... ANSWER ME!" A commanding voice yells.
"R-Roger"
"Who are you Roger?"
"U-uber driver miss."
"Tell me what you seeing."
"I drove up to the gate and saw my rider walking down the driveway on the phone and stumbling. As I stopped he just collapsed."
"Is he ok?"
"I don't know, but he seems to be breathing."
"Do you see any blood or anyone else around?"
"B-Blood? N-n-no no I'm not getting involved with this I'm outta here."
"Freeze Jackass! Pick up the goddamn phone! Open the app, change the card to my card," Marcella rattles off a card information. "put in ride complete with a thousand dollar tip."
"What?"
"Just do it. Now!"
He fumbles with the phone for a minute. "Done."
Keyboard clicking in the background
"Good job Mr. Davis. Now pick him up and anything he has with him."
"W-what? And how do you know my name?"
With a sarcastic cheery voice. "Well Mr. Davis you have just taken money from me, as such I was able to track the credit card transaction and I am compiling information about your life." She begins to rattle off name, marital status, schools attended, friends. He begins to get pale and numb. "My boss is an assassin, if you don't follow my instructions to the letter, he will be paying you a visit to pull your lungs out through your nose, and I guarantee you won't like it. Do. You. Understand.!" He nods his head numbly. "If you are nodding your head I can't hear it!"
"Y-y-yes"
"Pick him up and put him in your car. Drive until I tell you, I need to get a medical team and a safehouse ready. Please be quiet for few minutes and concentrate on following the rules of the road, you do NOT want to be pulled over." A flurry of keystrokes in the background as he is picking up the man, almost dropping him when he spots the eyepatch. *What the hell did I get involved in.*
Roger drops him in the back seat with his gear and drives off. Heading back towards the city. He keeps hearing keystrokes and her speaking in the background punctuated with the occasional yells at someone to get things done, and done NOW. Whatever she is doing it seems to be working because in less than 20 minutes she gives me an address.
"Ok Mr. Davis, please head to the address. By the time you arrive there will be a couple people there waiting for you, drive into the garage, I am on the phone with them and tracking the GPS on your car, so please no detours."
Nods head
"If you are nodding again, I can't hear you Davis."
"Yes"
About forty minutes later he is in pulling into an industrial area of the city with old warehouses. He sees a couple standing by an open roll up door with machine guns? They wave him into the warehouse. *I'm going to die.* Stopping the car. "Umm miss? I don't know who any of you are. You don't have to kill me."
"I would only have you killed if you didn't follow my instructions. Now please drive in, I am on the phone with them so I know they see you, please drive in so we can hide the car just in case you were followed."
Gulping, he pulls the car into warehouse and is stunned by what he sees. It looks like a hospital emergency room inside a big clear vinyl sheeting box. As he stops they open the car door pull a gurney up and gently move him onto it and roll him into the room.
"Please wait while we get him settled. He may have been followed. Please put the rest of his gear on that cart while check him out."
Pulling the gear doesn't take too long as there is only a large duffel, a computer bag and his phone with earpiece. As he drops the phone on the cart he forgot it was still active.
"Davis, what are you doing?" He jumps startled by the voice.
"Just putting his gear on the cart like they told me." In a panicking voice.
"Hold on to the phone. I want to talk to you again when they are done."
"Ok." *Crap they are going to kill me.*
With calm efficiency the couple went about carefully stripping the man, hooking him up to the machines, IVs and checking his vitals. They didn't look happy but seemed satisfied. Coming out of the room, they had put their machine guns down and left them in room so he was a little comforted, but then as the man removed his jacket he noticed a gun holster and he started freaking out again. The woman approach with a clipboard and started asking questions. What he had noticed from the moment he saw him till the moment he arrived here and they pulled him out of the car. Answering as best he could, he was calming down until he saw the man approach reaching across his body.
Panicking, "Please don't kill me I don't know who you are and I won't tell anyone anything..." Fading off as he noticed the man smirk and pulled, not the gun but an envelope out of his shirt pocket.
"Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis! Please calm down. They are not going to kill you. Now please listen I have some last instructions for you. One, please do not speak of this evening, if asked you drove a rich drunk socialite that over tipped. Two, please wait until they check outside to make sure it's clear, for your safety, before you leave. Three, please don't call any of the authorities about this. Four, I would suggest you don't take any rides from that house. I am not sure yet what happened but yet, but since you were the last person they may be able to place with him, better for you to be safe than sorry. Last, Thank you for following my instructions and keeping him safe. Please take the envelope with my gratitude. Now place the phone with his gear and have a good evening."
The man handed him the envelope. Taking it numbly as was finishing up hearing what the lady on the phone was saying he opened it up. Five grand, FIVE GRAND?
"Ummm what is this for?" Trying and failing to speak without sqeaking.
"As I said thank you for listening and keeping him safe. Goodbye Mr. Davis."
Getting back in the car he waited until the man came back and opened the door and waved him out. No one is ever going to believe this even if I told them. On the plus side six grand, he could give his wife and kids the vacation he had been trying to take them on for a while.