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Sunnydale, California.
March 1, 1999
The
young man arrived in town the next day and did a careful recon of the
high school, staying well out of sight. It looked to him like a
completely normal place, but then he of all people knew how appearances
could be deceiving.
As the
day wore on, the students dispersed off home. Night fell, and the
soldier could feel the tingling in his vertebrae as the demons came out.
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Enemy territory. Multiple infestations. Low profile required, to carry
out mission. >
Finally, the man’s patience was rewarded – he saw a suspicious-looking
gang of youths break into the school. He followed them into the
basement, where the army guy caught them setting up a crude but
effective bomb.
“You
people will cease and desist from this activity, as of right now,” the
military man said emotionlessly to the group.
The
leader of the gang, a senior named Jack O’Toole looked up and stared at
the intruder. “Harris? Thought you were dead...”
Soldier Guy was surprised, but only for a second. He pointed his M-16 –
liberated from the armory of Colonel Newsome’s army base, along with
various other items – at the enemy. “Get away from the bomb.”
O’Toole just smiled. “Or what, asshole? What are you gonna-”
The
other man didn’t let him finish, he just opened fire with his automatic
weapon.
But
since the hail of bullets didn’t kill the zombie squad (for that was
what they were), the warrior decided to change tactics.
His
withdrawn machete glinted in the pale light of the school boiler room,
as it flashed down and the soldier made with the slice and dice –
leaving O’Toole for last. Then he deactivated the bomb, and simply
started to leave.
But as
the guy was walking away, he caught a glimpse of two women that had
changed his life forever. A blonde and a brunette, who had just
vanquished the Hellmouth demon.
Buffy
and Faith.
The
Chosen Two.
Chapter 11