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| bionic4ever | Nov 14 2016, 10:48 PM Post #1 |
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(*** This story is the sequel to my crossover story, 'SLAYER'. While I try to write sequels with enough background to make sense – and be enjoyed – as stand-alones, here's a link if you've never seen it... and especially if you're a Buffy fan! **** SLAYER **** ) A Slayer No More (2006) (As with the previous cross-over, for storyline purposes I've taken the liberty of sending Buffy back in time, putting her squarely into Steve and Jaime's era.) Chapter One Peggy Callahan's smile never wavered, but inside she'd switched to guard-dog mode. ''I'm sorry. You're... who?'' ''Buffy Summers.'' ''You don't have an appointment. What is your business with Mr. Goldman? ''I'm trying to find Jaime Sommers.'' ''Oh - are you a relative?'' ''No; different spelling. We worked together on a case last year.'' Buffy couldn't miss Callahan's raised eyebrow. She sighed. ''Jaime gave me her phone number, but I've been trying to reach her for a week, and it's been disconnected.'' Callahan wasn't about to volunteer information about Jaime - or anything else, for that matter - to a girl who appeared to be still in her teens. ''That hardly appears to be Mr. Goldman's problem or concern, Miss... uh... Buffy.'' ''Look, this is really important.'' ''I'm sorry, but Mr. Goldman doesn't have time for this, Buffy.'' At the moment, he was reading his morning newspaper with no appointments pending for the day, but Peggy-the-guard-dog wasn't about to share that, either. ''First of all,'' Buffy said, growing annoyed, ''I'd appreciate it if you didn't say my name like I was a little piece of cotton fluff. Second, I may never have met Mr. Goldman, but I'm sure he knows who I am. I helped Jaime and Steve solve the Vampire Killer case. Would you please tell him I'm here, and then he can decide whether or not to talk to me?'' Peggy realized that this extremely persistent little girl was not backing down. Reluctantly, she hit the intercom button. ''Yes?'' ''Mr. Goldman, Buffy Summers is asking to see you. She doesn't have an appointment, and -'' ''Buffy Summers? Oh - send her in, please.'' ''Yes, Sir.'' Buffy smiled sweetly at the secretary, tossing a slightly impertinent ''thank you'' over her shoulder as she headed for the inner office. Oscar rose to greet her, motioning to a chair. ''Please - sit down. Can I get you some coffee? A soda?'' ''No, thank you.'' ''So you're Buffy Summers,'' Oscar said in a friendly voice. She looked - outwardly - much younger than he'd imagined, but she carried herself with a maturity that was exceptionally rare for her age. ''Steve and Jaime had a lot of great things to say about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.'' ''Thank you, Sir. It's an honor to meet you, and I'm really sorry I didn't make an appointment.'' ''Don't give it another thought. We'd have never stopped the Vampire Killer without your help. Now, what can I do for you?'' Buffy smiled and began to relax. ''I've been trying to reach Jaime, but her phone's been disconnected.'' ''Oh?'' Oscar thought for a moment, then understood. ''That's right; Jaime gave you that number over a year ago. She and Steve got married last summer, so they've got a new number now.'' ''They did? That's great!'' Buffy enthused. ''I kinda had a feeling... '' ''Well, Young Lady, as it turns out, your instinct and your luck are both excellent. Jaime happens to be in the building right now.'' He picked up the inter-office phone and dialed Rudy's extension. ''Rudy? Good morning! How's Jaime's physical looking? Wonderful! Listen, when she's done changing, could you send her up to my office? Thank you.'' Oscar hung up and returned Buffy's smile with one of his own. ''She'll be up in a few minutes.'' Twenty minutes later, Jaime and Buffy were happily catching up over coffee, in a quiet corner booth at the diner down the street. Buffy wanted to hear every detail about the wedding and married life, and Jaime was getting more and more curious as to what was remaining unsaid. ''So,'' she finally ventured, ''why are you really here? 'Cause I know you didn't come all the way across the country just to catch up.'' ''You're right; I didn't,'' Buffy said quietly. ''Jaime, I quit slaying.'' ''I didn't think they allowed that.'' ''Well, they don't, exactly. But there's another Slayer now, so I didn't leave them unprotected... '' ''But... I thought there was only one Slayer?'' ''Yeah... but I died.'' ''You don't look dead.'' ''Long story,'' Buffy said with a shrug. ''Angel didn't vamp you, did he?'' ''Sire,'' Buffy corrected. ''No, nothing like that.'' ''So what does a retired Slayer do with her time?'' Buffy hesitated. Did she dare... ? She did. ''That's why I'm here, what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanna do what you and Steve do. I wanna become an operative.'' When Jaime didn't answer right away, Buffy kept talking. ''I know I'd be good at it, Jaime, and physically, you know what I can do... '' Jaime smiled reassuringly. Buffy was practically just a kid, but this kid was good - really good. They'd never have caught the Vampire Killer without her help. She was intelligent and street-smart, and physically, she seemed just a step below bionics in her abilities. But... ''Buffy, if it were up to me, I'd love to have you. But operatives have to be at least 21, and usually Oscar won't take them 'til they're 25.'' And yet, Jaime knew that she'd love to work with Buffy as a partner; she'd have absolutely no worries about the young girl's ability to watch her back. Jaime thought for a few seconds. ''You know, maybe some rules can be bent, just a little. I can't promise you anything, but... I'll talk to Oscar.'' * * * * * Chapter Two ''It is absolutely out of the question, Jaime, and you know that as well as I do!'' Oscar proclaimed, pacing across his office. ''Why?'' ''No reason... aside from the fact that she's eighteen years old.'' ''Nineteen in two weeks.'' ''Which still leaves her shy at least two years - at least!'' he argued. ''Oscar, you could get them to make an exception -'' ''No, Jaime.'' ''This girl is smart as a whip. She's got connections and more street-smarts than most of the people you've got working for you now.'' Jaime quick-stepped to stand in front of Oscar, stopping him from pacing and forcing him to look directly at her. ''And physically... Oscar, physically, she can keep up with Steve and me! If you didn't know better, you'd swear she was bionic! Tell me that wouldn't be useful.'' ''Jaime -'' ''Can't you at least give her a shot? Let me work with her. One case, and -'' ''Jaime -'' ''The NSB would take her in a heartbeat... '' Jaime taunted. ''But you'd be missing out on a real find. Just give her a try - please? She could be another 'me' for you.'' ''Which is precisely what I'm worried about.'' ''Please?'' ''Tell you what; we'll have her take the aptitude tests, I'll check out her background and Rudy can give her a physical. Then - we'll see.'' Jaime gave her boss an exuberant hug. ''Thank you!'' ''We'll see... '' * * * Steve smiled as he shook his head. ''Sweetheart, are you sure you know what you're doing?'' he asked his wife. ''Buffy's just a kid... '' ''She's a kid who just scored a 96 on her aptitude test. What did you get when you took it?'' Steve chose to ignore that question. ''So she'd be good at it... in five or six years.'' Jaime sighed. ''You worked with her; you know what she can do. Please tell me you'll at least have an open mind?'' ''Sweetheart, I love you, and I trust your judgment. That's probably all I should say for now... '' * * * The next morning, Jaime was in a state of nervous excitement and Steve and Oscar were dubious as they all sat in Oscar's office, waiting for Buffy and Rudy to join them. ''This is a serious assignment, Jaime,'' Oscar told her, ''life or death -'' ''Aren't they all?'' ''Are you sure you feel comfortable -'' ''Yes!'' Steve frowned. ''Whose life or death?'' ''Both of you,'' Oscar said quietly. Steve had plenty more questions, but the office door opened and Buffy bounced jubilantly in, followed by a grinning Rudy. ''Are you sure she's not... '' he realized he couldn't use the word, since Buffy didn't have the clearance yet, ''... like the two of you?'' Jaime smiled triumphantly, saying nothing. Oscar stood and extended a hand to Buffy. ''Ok, Young Lady - we'll give this a try and see how it goes. Welcome.'' ''Thank you,'' Buffy said, suddenly uncharacteristically shy. Rudy slipped quietly out of the room as the rest of the group got down to business. ''I'd intended to give you a throwaway mission - busy work, so to speak - for you to get your feet wet, Buffy,'' Oscar said, speaking to the entire group of three. ''Something urgent has come up, though, and if you feel it might be too much, I'll expect you to tell me, and we'll find something else for you to do.'' ''She'll be fine,'' Jaime interjected. ''You know that New Destiny's been after the two of you for quite some time. This morning, it was brought to my attention that they're no longer interested in capturing you and... everything that would entail.,'' Oscar began, carefully tip-toeing around the fact that New Destiny had hoped to get their hands on the rudiments of bionics. ''They've been looking for a hit man, and although our intel people were able to thwart those efforts twice, they're apparently still at it - determined to see you both dead.'' Buffy's eyes grew wide as she listened intently. Oscar continued his explanation. ''Steve, given your exceptionally strong eyesight, you will be the hit man they're looking for.'' ''You want me to be the one to carry out a contract on myself?'' Steve asked. ''No. On Jaime.'' ''I can't wait to hear the rest of this... '' Steve said softly. ''Buffy, since no one would ever peg you as OSI,'' Oscar told her, ''you'll be the go-between. You'll hover on the fringes of the group, not joining them, of course, but close enough that when the subject comes up - and it will - you will be able to suggest the perfect man for the job.'' ''Ok,'' Buffy replied, already formulating half a dozen plans in her mind. Steve shook his head. ''Oscar, tell me you're not asking me to aim a gun and take a shot at my wife... '' ''Actually, Pal, you're going to do more than that; you're going to kill her.'' * * * * * |
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| Bionika | Nov 30 2016, 04:08 PM Post #16 |
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| bionic4ever | Nov 30 2016, 10:23 PM Post #17 |
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Chapter Seven Oscar was fuming. Russ watched his face go from ghost-pale (worry mode) to red (anger), and all the way to purple (outta the way; he's gonna blow). Concerned for his boss and anyone else in the vicinity, Russ lit a cigar and handed it to him. ''Am I invisible, Russ?'' Oscar asked as he exhaled a deep lung-full of smoke. Russ stayed silent, letting him vent. ''Has my voice changed to a frequency no one else can hear? Or has it become the latest government fad to ignore Oscar and do whatever the hell you please?'' He slammed a fist down on the desktop, making Russ (who was unusually adept at dealing with Oscar's anger) jump. ''Buffy, I can almost understand,'' Oscar continued. ''She's new, and maybe a little too enthusiastic. But Jaime... Jaime knows better! Once they fitted her with that damn vest, it should never - not for one second - have been off her body! Now she's gotten herself hurt... or worse.'' Oscar took another deep drag from the cigar. ''Russ, I had three people working an assignment together, and right now I don't know where any of them are! What's wrong with this picture?'' Oscar asked rhetorically and very bitterly. Jack Hansen came rushing into the office. ''The extraction team's in place outside the compound. Six men, ready to go in whenever you say the -'' ''Send them in,'' Oscar said grimly. ''Now.'' Buffy had chosen a back door in one of the larger buildings as the one she'd kick in, and was about to make her move. Several small explosions in rapid succession at the rear fence (directly behind her) caused her to change her mind and duck for cover. She crouched low, her sword at the ready and her every nerve on full alert. A man with a gun was approaching in front of her and, as she jumped up to take him on, another came from behind and karate-chopped her arm, causing her to drop the sword. Before she could react, he had grabbed her tightly by both arms. ''Who might you be, Missy?'' the one in front demanded. Buffy merely glared, kicking at the shins of the one behind her as he forced her wrists into handcuffs. ''Never mind; doesn't matter who you are,'' he said. ''We're with the National Security Bureau, and you're in Federal custody. Let's go.'' The two men led/dragged Buffy through the hole their explosives had made in the fence and put her into the back of one of the cars. ''Wait!'' she insisted, before he could close the door. ''I'm OSI and I need to get in there!'' ''Right, Missy - the OSI always equips its agents with swords.'' ''Call Oscar Goldman!'' she demanded, too late. He'd already slammed the door, locking her in the car, and was already gone, back into the compound. Buffy ducked low, toward the floor of the backseat, breaking her handcuffs against a bar at the bottom of the door jamb. The deafening sound of multiple guns all firing at once froze her in place as the cuffs fell away. Instinct told her to stay low and out of sight. It was coming from inside the buildings, and not from the NSB extraction team outside. It seemed to go on forever. The silence, when it finally came, was startling. Buffy stayed down until it was clear that the gun battle was over, then a peek out the window confirmed what she'd already suspected: all six members of the extraction team were down - permanently. Steve heard the barrage of gunfire and the ensuing chaos without needing Jaime's kick to alert him, which was fortunate, since the kick never came. Sadly - alarmingly - feigned unconsciousness was no longer necessary. Jaime was completely out. The battle outside would've been an ideal distraction to allow them to escape, But Steve was not about to leave his wife behind in the cell. Either they would leave together, or Steve intended to stay with Jaime to face whatever was about to happen. Very softly, he touched her face and gently jostled her shoulder in an attempt to rouse her. ''Sweetheart? I know I told you to stay asleep, but I really need you to be awake right now... '' There was no response. ''Jaime?... Please?'' Silence. ''Oh God - what've I done to you?'' He didn't know if her injury was life-threatening or not, but he began to scramble for a plan to keep her safe and get them both out. Then, it came to him. He knew what to do! Being very careful not to hit Jaime with debris, Steve punched a small hole in the rear wall of the cell. As he'd suspected, it was an outside wall and as he'd hoped, the tiny outbuilding was very nearby. He widened the hole slightly, saw the fallen men and recognized them as NSB. Steve realized Oscar had sent an extraction team and New Destiny's ranks had grown enough to bring them down. The situation was dire. Shielding Jaime with his body as much as possible, he kicked a much larger hole in the wall, picked up his wife, carried her to the tiny outbuilding and forced the door open. Inside, along two walls, there were lab coats and surgical scrubs from when they still made the effort to emulate a medical research team. The garments were hung on two rows of horizontal rods, with the lower garments brushing the floor. Steve pulled several items from the upper rod and spread them on the floor, right next to the wall. He settled Jaime on the 'bed' that he'd created for her, kissed her once more and maneuvered the bottom row of clothing so she was completely hidden from view. As soon as he'd locked up or taken down enough New Destiny members to allow them to make a clean, safe escape, he would return for her. If she woke up in the meantime, Steve hoped she'd see her unusual location as a message to stay put. - - - - - - |
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| Bionika | Dec 1 2016, 04:59 PM Post #18 |
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| Bionika | Dec 1 2016, 04:59 PM Post #19 |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 2 2016, 11:15 PM Post #21 |
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Chapter Eight Buffy weighed her options carefully before getting out of the car. The NSB agents still held guns in their hands that were of no use to them anymore. Buffy could easily grab one, but she wasn't entirely sure she could point it at another human being and pull the trigger. She could try to find her sword, but that would take time she was fairly certain she didn't have. Buffy knew she'd have to rely solely on her wits, strength and agility and hope it was enough. Oscar was chain-smoking cigars, lighting a new one from the stub of the one he'd just finished. He hadn't felt this edgy since the day he'd watched helplessly while Steve crashed the Daedelus. He felt just as helpless now, but was trying to maintain firm control on the reins of command. While Oscar and Jack Hansen were waiting to hear from the extraction team, Russ slipped out and summoned Rudy, who did not like what he was seeing. ''Oscar, you're not a finalist in the world cigar-smoking marathon,'' Rudy pointed out. ''Your blood pressure... '' ''My blood pressure will go straight through the roof of this building if I don't smoke. Rudy, there's a black hole out there, swallowing up anyone I try to put on this case. I've got three missing operatives - three- and now, I have no idea what's going on with an entire extraction team. Nine people who just... dropped off the planet.'' Oscar lit another cigar. ''I'm going in after them.'' ''NO!''[/b] Rudy and Jack chorused. Rudy shook his head. ''I'll sedate you if I have to, but you are notgoing in there.'' ''Besides,'' Jack added, ''you can do a lot more from here.'' ''A lot of what?'' Oscar asked bitterly. ''A lot of missing people, yes. Definitely not a lot of good.'' Steve didn't share Buffy's compulsion to avoid guns at all costs, so he gathered the weapons from all six fallen operatives, stashed five of them out of sight and stuck the remaining gun in his belt. The first thing he noticed was the guard shack, which at that moment housed not only two guards but also the three men who'd strong-armed him into the cell. Staying low and out of sight, Steve moved a large, semi-decorative boulder from the entrance of the main building to a spot directly in front of the guard shack, blocking the door. The boulder and the leaded window glass would keep them out of his hair for a good long time. ''How'd you do that?'' a voice asked from the shadows. ''Buffy?'' She stepped out of her hiding place to join him. ''I mean, I can do that, but I'm a Slayer. How did you -?'' Steve shrugged. ''Must've been adrenaline.'' He turned to look at her face-to-face. ''What the hell is that?'' he puzzled. Buffy carried a long, oddly-shaped piece of metal in her hands, held out like a weapon. ''Car bumper.'' ''Ok, then.'' ''The NSB took my sword,'' she told him. ''Your - sword?'' ''Yeah.'' Buffy's voice dropped a few notches. ''Steve, I went over to your house, and Jaime was gone -'' ''She's here. They found her before we did. And... when I shot at her, she wasn't wearing her vest.'' ''How bad is she?'' Buffy asked. ''Did you see her?'' ''We spent some quality time in a cell together.'' ''How... how bad was she hurt?'' ''I'm not sure, but she was drifting in and out. She needs a doctor - ten hours ago.'' ''Where is she now?'' Buffy asked. ''I hid her in a supply room, under a bunch of medical clothes that they obviously won't be needing anymore. They won't think to look for her there. I hope.'' ''How many more of them are there?'' ''No idea. But you know the ones in the guard shack are gonna call their buddies for help, so how 'bout you & I grab Jaime and just run? Are you up to it?'' ''Let's do it now, while they're still preoccupied,'' Buffy affirmed. ''I've got an idea... '' Steve mused. ''How good are you at wielding a car bumper?'' Buffy smiled. ''How good do you need me to be? You want me to stand guard outside that supply building while you get Jaime?'' ''No; we're better off sticking together. If we get separated again, I have a feeling at least one of us won't make it out. When we go back outside - with Jaime - if anyone is there to stop us, I'll jump over them -'' ''While you're holding her?'' ''Yeah. Then I'll start attacking from behind while you swing that thing in front of them for all you're worth.'' ''Sounds like a plan.'' ''Buffy, you do know there's a possibility we could be shot at... '' ''I know,'' she said quietly. ''I used to live with the possibility of being sucked dry by a vamp. This isn't that much worse. C'mon - let's go get Jaime.'' Together, with a solid plan between them, Buffy and Steve headed for the supply building. ''No... '' Steve whispered when he opened the door. The garments had all been pushed aside. Jaime was gone. A small piece of paper was taped to the lower rod: Too bad. We got here first. - - - - - - |
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| Bionika | Dec 3 2016, 04:07 PM Post #23 |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 3 2016, 10:08 PM Post #24 |
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Chapter Nine ''Buffy,'' Steve said in a brusque, angry voice that he fought to keep even, for her benefit, ''I need you to go back to the cars, break into the front of one - any of them - get on the radio and let Oscar know what's happened. Tell him to send a Medivac for Jaime and a meat wagon for whatever pieces of New Destiny are left when I'm finished with them. Hurry!'' Steve - out in the open and completely visible - strode over to the guard shack and crushed the boulder that blocked the door with one furious kick. He grabbed the first person he saw and used him as a battering ram to take down the other four before anyone could fire off a single shot. He pinned the man to the wall, slamming him back and forth like a rag doll as he made his demands. ''Where's your boss?'' Slam. ''And where is my wife?'' SLAM! ''I... I don't know.'' Slam. ''Wrong answer. Try again.'' Slam. One of the men on the ground began to stir, and Steve swung his leg to the side and sent a chair careening at him like a guided missile. He gave his captive a slight toss, catching him by the throat. ''Can't... breathe... ,'' the man gasped. ''So sorry about that.'' SLAM ''Where is she?'' ''Van... they're... in the... van.'' ''What van?'' Steve demanded. Outside the shack, gravel spitting in every direction and the continuous blaring of a horn were Steve's answer. One man's arm rose toward the gate-release button, and Steve tossed his 'rag doll' in that direction, knocking the arm away before the button was pressed. No one else dared to try. Steve dove from the doorway onto the hood of the moving van, gripping the side mirror with his left hand and punching through the windshield with his right. The driver slammed on the brakes, but Steve held on with vice-like determination and propelled himself into the front seat, landing almost in the startled driver's lap. In one fluid motion, he kicked open the driver's door and shoved him out onto the gravel. ''If you're smart, you'll stay down,'' Steve called to him as he shut off the engine. He heard the sound of metal being wrenched and torn and was gearing up for more of a fight when he heard Buffy's voice from behind the van. Damn - she was fast! ''Steve! She's back here! We got her!'' Steve rounded the back of the van, where Buffy was tossing one of the back doors to the ground. ''Guess I pulled a little too hard,'' she said with a grin. Steve didn't see Jaime at first. Then a burlap sack in one corner moved slightly, and he saw the shock of blonde hair sticking out of the top. As quickly as possible, he tore open the bag to take his wife in his arms. He took off her blindfold and was relieved to see she was conscious and alert (but also sorry that she'd been awake and thus had been enduring even more trouble). Very gently, he removed the tape from her mouth as Buffy, beside them now, broke Jaime's handcuffs off of her wrists. ''Sweetheart, are you alright? Did he hurt you?'' Steve asked, pulling her closer as he felt how shaky she was and how desperately she clung to him. ''I think I'm ok,'' Jaime answered in a small, weak voice. ''I fell asleep back in the cell, and woke up here... missed all the in-between.'' ''Medivac's coming,'' Buffy told them, ''and I'm supposed to tell you that Rudy's on board.'' Steve looked up at Buffy. ''Thank you - for all your help. I really underestimated you, and I'm sorry.'' ''Common mistake; I'm sorta used to it.'' Steve carried his wife from the van and set her down in a small patch of grass beside the guard shack. Buffy followed, staring at the tiny pieces of what used to be a boulder. ''Steve... that rock... how did you -?'' ''Buffy, can I ask one more favor from you?'' ''Yeah?'' ''Poke your head in the guard house there and make sure my new friends are still nice and comfy on the floor.'' ''Gotcha.'' She returned a few moments later, smiling. ''I told them if anyone moved and you had to go back in there, you'd be cracking skulls. They believed me, too. Oh, and - way to dodge my question. Again.'' ''Only temporarily,'' Steve assured Buffy while he tenderly rubbed his wife's back. ''Once you're fully and officially hired, I promise -'' ''If that ever happens.'' ''Why wouldn't it?'' Steve asked. ''You did a great job. Hell, I'll vouch for you.'' ''Thanks. But I'm pretty sure Mister Goldman is gonna be angry.'' Jaime raised her head from Steve's shoulder. ''Mister Goldman?'' ''What'd you do?'' Steve asked. ''When I called him from your house, he told me to go back to his office, and not to come here. I... sorta didn't listen.'' Steve laughed. ''Then it's official; you are definitely one of us! Buffy, Oscar's biggest concern - after our safety, of course – is results. Sometimes Jaime & I have been known to take very... uh... unusual paths to achieve those results. Oscar will usually sound off pretty fiercely - right before he congratulates you for a job well done.'' Jaime looked up again and smiled weakly. ''Keep calling him Mister Goldman and you'll probably get a promotion.'' - - - - - - |
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| Bionika | Dec 4 2016, 04:45 PM Post #26 |
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| bionic4ever | Dec 6 2016, 06:35 PM Post #27 |
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Chapter Ten Oscar looked solemnly at the three people sitting across from him: two operatives who were like family to him and one very nervous potential operative, all of them deserving a lot more than he was about to give them. ''So,'' he began sternly, ''where do I start? Jaime, it's great to see you up and around again. I hope you used those six days in the hospital to reflect on how much worse it could've been.'' ''I -'' Jaime began. Oscar stopped her. ''I'm not done yet. I am nowhere near done. If you are issued a piece of equipment - I don't care if it's a bullet-proof vest or a damned suit of armor - you are expected to wear it. You could easily have been killed, and your husband would've had to live the rest of his life feeling guilty for firing that shot. Unnecessary guilt, I might add, since it would've been your own action – or lack of action - that would've been the true cause.'' Jaime lowered her head, speechless, and grateful for Steve's empathetic squeeze of her hand. She squeezed back (her eyes never leaving Oscar's), correctly sensing that her husband's turn was next. Oscar did have more to say. ''As for you, Colonel Austin, you've worked for me long enough to be familiar with our procedures, have you not?'' He gave Steve no chance to answer the rhetorical question. ''The minute you were out of that cell, and you saw an entire evac team down, what would the appropriate procedure have been?'' Once again, Oscar kept going; he was on a definite roll. ''Since you've obviously forgotten, I'll tell you. You would call in to let me know, so I could send additional teams to help get your butts out of there safely! Granted, in thiscase that wouldn't have helped much, since you got things wrapped up fairly quickly - congratulations for that, by the way - but even so, procedures are procedures, and I expect you - all of you - to follow them. ''Which brings me to my next point. The OSI has a Director - who happens to be me, if you've forgotten - for a reason. I am in charge here! I call the shots! I don't just talk for the sake of hearing my own voice. You might remember that in the future! You were working with a brand-new operative; you might both have tried to set a little better example. And Buffy -'' ''I'm sorry, Mister Goldman,'' she said quickly, in a very meek voice. ''Not necessary,'' Oscar assured her. ''You made a mistake, as I've just made clear, but you also showed a lot of initiative and courage, both extremely admirable traits, and you were a huge part of what made this assignment ultimately successful. ''I do, however, have a few things I need to say to you. First, in terms of knowledge, ability and determination, these two people sitting next to you are the best in the business. They can teach you virtually anything you need to know. However, in terms of insubordination, do not follow their example. Please. ''Second thing is, while 'Mister Goldman' is flattering, and quite a pleasant change from the respect I normally get around here,'' Oscar raised an eyebrow at Jaime and Steve, ''it also makes me feel about 102 years old. 'Oscar' is just fine,'' he said, smiling at Buffy. ''I know I've been called a lot of other things when I'm not listening, and sometimes even to my face.'' ''Who would do that?'' Jaime asked innocently. ''Us?'' Steve added. ''Not us!'' Jaime chimed in once more. ''Third, and most definitely not least, I want to apologize to you, Buffy. You didn't have a very pleasant introduction to government service. We normally like to give our new operatives at least some training before we throw them into a blazing inferno. You performed admirably under extremely adverse conditions. If the last two days haven't completely scared you off, and if you're still interested, I'd like to welcome you to the OSI, as a full-fledged Security Six operative. Swords and car fenders optional.'' ''I am!'' Buffy enthused. ''Thank you so much, Mister... I mean, Oscar.'' ''If I were you,'' Steve joked, ''I'd hold out for some serious salary negotiations first.'' ''Don't help,'' Oscar said, smiling all the same. ''Security Six?'' Jaime asked. ''That's right,'' Oscar confirmed. ''I know that means there are a few things you'll be wanting to fill her in on, and you've all got some major catching up to do.'' ''She's had a few questions we weren't able to answer,'' Jaime agreed. ''However... I do have one more, very firm, non-negotiable directive - for all three of you.'' Steve and Jaime groaned, and Oscar grinned. ''I am taking you all to lunch.'' - - - - - Epilogue Buffy listened quietly, with rapt attention, to the full stories of Steve and Jaime's accidents, their subsequent transformations and their current, somewhat Slayer-like abilities. ''Wow,'' she said breathlessly, when Jaime was done. ''Makes me sorry for what I was starting to think.'' ''What was that?'' ''Well... I kinda thought you might be a rogue Slayer,'' Buffy said sheepishly. ''And me?'' Steve wanted to know. ''I thought you were a vampire.'' Steve sucked in his lower lip, jutted his top teeth out as far as he could, grabbed the afghan from the sofa to use as a cape, and proceeded to chase the two woman all around the living room. ''I - am - Count Steve-ula!'' he boomed. Buffy nudged Jaime and leaned over to whisper, laughing, in her ear. ''He's got a lot to learn.'' END |
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| Rudywells1274 | Dec 6 2016, 06:50 PM Post #28 |
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t Count Steve-u-la that's funny. Great story even thought I was never a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan. but great story non the less |
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| Bionika | Dec 7 2016, 04:57 PM Post #29 |
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I agree. And the last chapters are very funny. Bionika |
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