A/N: I'm a Bad Bad Girl. One more fandom. I'm in love with it. The movie Battle Los Angeles. I'm Sorry.
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One minute Staff Sgt Michael Nantz was in the helo with what was left of his unit, the two five, including Tech Sgt Santos, and the next they were in some type of underground facility. With the exception of himself, Imlay and Santos, his other three soldiers were on their knees vomiting. He felt sick himself, but he held it together. They were surrounded by completely black dressed military, American accents, armed heavily, all yelling for them to drop their weapons, drop to their knees and hands on their heads.
He was immediately alarmed to see eight large men surround Santos. He could hear them yelling something about her being 'one of them', and they started dragging her away.
Elena felt a huge rush of something, she figured it was adrenaline rushing through her body as soon as she'd appeared in the strange building with the unit she'd become part of. As soon as the men began surrounding her, she saw the rest of the unit begin moving to assist her. These new, hostile military began yelling, calling her 'one of them', and she felt something being injected into the back of her neck as they began dragging her.
There was nothing they could do. They were outnumbered, in an unknown situation, and it appeared they were surrounded by their own people. With hearts filled with anger and resistance they watched Santos dragged away by a boot.
The room became silent quickly, and it took only a moment for their Staff Sgt to fight for them. "What the Hell is going on here?"
"You're not in charge here soldier, you'd do well to remember that," a raspy voice ground out and an older man appeared. He wore what appeared to be an extremely expensive suit, and everything about the man shouted 'Politician'. "You've been brought here because you've been deemed useful. A fringe group, anti military has caused a cataclysmic catastrophe. Our organization is fighting to save the world. You and your men are here to help that cause."
"We're fightin' to save our world out there right now. We already know about the aliens, hidin' underground ain't gonna save us," Imlay let his frustration show.
"Yes, yes, your little alien invasion. You've shown your people what they need to do. They'll be fine," he waved it off as if it was nothing. "I don't think you quite understand, you're no longer in your world. You've been brought to an alternate reality. We have that technology," something in that statement told Nantz the man was lying somewhat. "However, seeing as you'll be doing us this small favor, we do have a small gift for you. We managed to bring two of your unit to our reality before they were killed by your alien invaders."
With a simple hand motion several of the black-covered soldiers pushed two men forward. The two men were no longer in their fatigues but were cleaned up and in plain white scrubs.
"Stav?" Harris whispered. He almost moved to his friend but the click of a trigger and the warning in the other man's eyes stopped him.
Relief filled Nantz, "Kerns, goddamn, Kerns."
"Good to see you, Staff Sgt."
"Now our problem. It seems this fringe element has caused some virus that is causing humans to become vicious creatures that can only exist on the flesh of other living humans. Not quite dead, nor alive. If they bite you, well, they will infect you with this virus."
The group looked at the man blankly. "Are you talkin' about goddamned zombies?" Imlay asked as if the man were crazy.
The man sighed. "The youth of today. Zombie is such a… rudimentary word. These creatures are so much more. Unfortunately, they must be destroyed." The man looked disappointed at this. "And you've been recruited. As will many more."
"We want Santos back. She's part of our unit," Nantz announced.
"That will not be possible. Your Tech Sgt was given a chance and she failed. Now, you gentlemen will be taken to your quarters. You can shower, get some food and some rest. Your training will begin tomorrow."
Santos awoke to a hazy world full of metal walls and four metal bunks with thin white mattresses. A lovely black woman sat on the edge of one of the bunks checking on the figure huddled in the middle. "Where the hell am I?"
"I've been calling it Hell," the black girl's words were full of bitterness. "I showed up here two days ago with my fiancé's best friend. They shoved me in this room before I could even ask where Kevin was. She was here when they shoved me in."
"Who is she?"
"She hasn't said. But she's real sick. She's got all these bumps, and it looks like something tried to rip out her throat."
"I'm Elena, Elena Santos."
"Cherise Stone. Soon to be Harris."
A harsh whisper emitted from the bed, "I should be dead."
As soon as they'd made it to the barracks, the men had surrounded Kerns and Stavrou, hugging and touching them as if to make sure they were real.
"Harris, man, when I came through, I didn't come through alone… Cherise was with me." This caused uproar, but Stav kept going. "I didn't even get to talk they just dragged her away. They injected her with something; I tried to stop 'em and they knocked my ass out. Somethin' ain't right here, not right at all."
"That big guy," this time it was Kerns speaking, and his voice was real quiet. "He said they have technology to bring people here, but I heard two guys talking and they were talking about a 'witch' and keeping her healthy so she could keep doin' her job."
"What kind of fucked up place are we in, Staff Sgt?" Lockett asked.
"I don't know, Lockett. But I do know that we're not just leaving Santos or Cherise to whatever they have planned."
The barracks were silent and dark, several hours past midnight when a slight scratching sounded at the entry. Nantz moved his unit into position and as soon as the person entered, they were in a hold with a pipe against their throat.
"We came here to help you," a second voice at the door whispered, where he was pinned by Harris. "You have to leave, take the four women and leave. This can't keep happening."
"Who are you?" Nantz asked.
"Forrest and Brand. We'll get you and the women out of the compound."
"Then we're sitting ducks for the zombie creatures?" Imlay asked.
Forrest chuckled wryly. "We'll make sure you have weapons, but you'll be surprised to find that the women, at least three of them are weapon enough. And once you're out of here… they'll find you."
"He lied. No one else started this but the military. The Initiative. Here, this place and their offshoots and their scientists. Project Angelspawn, meant to give the Initiative the power they coveted, instead it destroyed it. Sent it away or something, hell, we aren't the people in the know anymore. When we send you out… they'll find you… they're good people."
"Can they, these people, can they get us home?" Nantz asked.
Forrest answered, "I don't know, but if anyone can, they can. But I don't know." The group was moving now, and they entered into an armory, Forrest unlocking a cabinet and loading Nantz and his unit up with weaponry before they once more moved out. "He calls them the fringe element. Lies and says they caused this. They're the only ones who have ever been there to stop the end of the world…. Countless times. Heroes like you. I was with them once." They came to a cell door and Brand moved to open it. Inside a lovely brunette in her late twenties looked at them through tired brown eyes. "Amy, it's time." She stood and moved silently joining their group, leaning into Forrest to walk. "You'll have to help her once you're out of the compound."
The tall black man was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "They won't trust you. You're military." He slid an envelope over and Imlay took it. "Give it to Riley Finn or Graham Miller." Once again they'd stopped at another cell and Brand slid it open.
"Be silent, we're getting you ladies out of here with the men you came with," Brand warned. "If you make noise it'll alert the others and we'll be fucked."
Santos and Cherise exited the room, Cherise immediately finding Kevin Harris with Joy. The men were shocked to see Santos carrying another woman wrapped in a blanket as if the woman weighed nothing. "Knew you'd be coming, Sir."
"Outside," the other woman whispered. "Wills can feel us outside."
Nantz looked to Brand and Forrest, "Why aren't you coming with us?"
"As soon as we let you out we're coming back and locking ourselves in the cells," Brand answered. "We're fucked."
"We've been infected," Forrest explained. "He takes those kinds of chances with his men. Keeps hoping he can find a way to harness it. Keeps hoping that in one person it'll have a different effect. So we're locking ourselves in the cells… and taking a bullet."
Willow had just sat down to eat her breakfast, Buffy on one side, Xander and Cordy on the other when a huge tug had her gasping and jerking to her feet. "My Goddess! Caridad! She's alive! Amy! Slayers! Survivors!"