Melba grinned to Garret as they drove downtown.  She checked right and left at every intersection because, let's face it, she'd feel so stupid if she faced down a vamp and then died from a sideswipe.

"Right", she said,  "I've got a little project going on.  Yeah I know, when haven't I?  I couldn't get hold of any fissionables, so the nuke's out but I've got the parts for a water-cannon.  Now all I need is a friendly Priest to make Holy Water and then it's vampire Armageddon."

Garrett knows Melba well enough by now to know when she's joking.  This is not one of those occasions.  "That's where you come in.  I could talk to the Rebbe at Synagogue but I've never heard of a Rabbi making Holy Water."

She still wasn't joking when she added, "Failing that, I suppose I've still got some napalm left from that LARP adventure."

Trident was not happy. It had been a very nice dream that control had interrupted, of days before working for Control. Control was an unmitigated control freak who required paperwork on every little move. Rumors of the supernatural boogie man.. the 'Slayer' and Trident is doing babysitter on the teens that had been in on the rumble outside the restaurant and their 'known associates'.

Pulling a smartphone out of one of the many pockets on the uniform, Trident waited for it to power up and synch with the helmet bluetooth. Another second to synch up the HUD and then to power up and track the few tagged vehicles on the 'track' list.

"Central, 'Trident' on station, where was Simmons taken and did you get the map overlays pulled like I asked. If I'm doing the 'dark knight' thing I should at least get the perks." GOD, I wish I was back with Team 13 hunting mermen off the coast of Cali.. Trident thought glumly, a S.E.A.L. didn't do solo work happily. Team first, Team last, Team always... this solo gunman crap was stupid and foolish. All because Control didn't like anyone but her pretty soldier boys.


"Central, uploading the maps. Intel highlighted the old tunnels most likely to have a nest. Control mandates you go incog and play your identity. No tac support or gear beyond base assets. Lose the helmet and the suit, you're not Captain Charleston tonight squid."


"Fine.. tell Walsh that she's got a review from Admiral Hydecker next week and I hope she likes explaining why her Team 13 liaison is playing babysitter alone instead of having team back up like SOP mandates..then is sent into the field weaponless. Ought to make for an interesting talk before her next budget review by the SecNav. Trident out." Trident growled, disconnecting before Central could respond.

Time to go find Simmons and help out.

Gracie wants to follow Darius but knows she needs to be prepared. She goes and gets her stuff, slipping on the shirt.

When Melba brought up the holy water, Garrett rolled his eyes.  "Like I wanna darken the door of St. John's!  After the night we've had, what if I go up in flames?"  Garrett went into thoughtful repose as he pondered that potential quandary.

"Do you think vamp corruption is contagious?  Hmm."


His long legs dangled lazily from his perch as another thoughtful pause came and went.  "Do you think Hunter will ever talk to us again after our hard into Crazyville?"

Melba kept her eyes on the road but she did answer.  "Dude, as I understand it, all you're in danger of is excommunication.  If you're worried about St John's, maybe we should check out one of the other churches.  I wonder if members of the Universal Life Church can bless Holy Water.  If so, maybe we could get Hunter to get himself ordained."

And of course, THAT led on to, "Of COURSE Hunter will talk to us again, not only are we the coolest in the school, but you are also the prettiest so of course, little Hunter will lead around big Hunter.  That's the way men are."

But we should not forget the elephant in the room.  "I know next to nothing about vamps, so how about we go to the library some time and do some research?  Shame none of the teachers seem to know anything.  This is one occasion when a teacher might actually perform a useful function and point me to what I need to know."

"Mr. Whitlock seemed approachable.  I think he'd at least hear us out without snitching to Van Tiel or Jepson."  Garrett shrugged, making his bangs flop in that way which drove some girls mad.

"I'm also going by that shop tomorrow."  Garrett brightened noticeably.  "I ran into one of the owners tonight, who just so happens to be a fabulous artist-about-town!  She said I could come by and fill out an application!"

"Oh cool", enthused Melba, "I'll talk to Mr Whitlock when I see him and as for the shop, I'll have to come down and have a look, see if they have any useful books on vamps".

Soon, Darius caught up with Buffy for a grim meeting near the intersection of Drayton and West Congress.  Although Gabrielle had jumped Buffy and Chan in an alley, they were still near the heart of busy downtown Savannah.  Which, not so busy when compared with Los Angeles or New York City, but still busy enough.  This fact spoke to the subterfuge and speed of the vampires involved.

Luthien wasn't with them yet, but from what Buffy had seen, he apparently intuited where he was needed.  Not needed by her, perhaps, but nonetheless allegedly needed by the same innocents that Buffy was "Chosen" to protect.  Would he come alone?
Were there others out there like him?

Meanwhile, Papaw and Lemuel drove Gracie Lynn in the same pickup which brought her.  They drove along Victory Drive, blending in easily with the traffic.  The movement of flashier and faster cars covered the truck.  "Turn right on Truman Parkway.  Go all the way to where it meets up with Island Expressway.  We should check out the homeless camps near the overpass."

He turned to his granddaughter.  "Vamps find readily available meals among a city's homeless."
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Luthien did not head straight for the battlesite.

No indeed.

He needed to have another chat with the Watcher. For the team would not be true until Watcher and Slayer were properly one.

Luthien departed to Clive's current location.

BJ sighed as she looked around the edge of the building, map in hand.  A glance up the stairway was t reassure herself of the fact she was going in the right direction.

" Would you be willing to check the historical tunnels to see if their safe coach? Mrs Riordan gets all manner of rashes if there is mold coach." she said mimicking the den of the schools request. She knew new kid on the block scut work when she saw it, and this was only one of a dozen things she had to do this week. Survey potential historical landmarks, and it seemed old smuggler tunnels counted.

Clive had moved on from hard liquor to tea.  In a decidedly Londoner fashion he's simply keep a stiff upper lip about the whole affair.  Figuring he'd already have to have a word with the young miss Summers on school grounds about the whole slayer thing anything.  Despite the initial shock, the letter wasn't exactly groundbreaking.  Having used the time to research anything that started a fire larger than a matchbox he could.

But Luthien wasn't far away.

Before too much longer, there's a knock on Clive's door.

Clive's ears perked up, mildly surprised by the late night visitor.  Picking himself up off his workspace the watcher would make his way over to the door.  Calmly dusting himself off slightly, Clive would begin to grip the handle his expression completely aghast at the sight of Luthien.  "Oh, you have to be kidding me."  And with that it seemed a long night just got longer.
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Gacie rode along with Papaw, amking sure she had all of her flame stuff ready. She had not done it it ina while but never forgot how. "so, I guess they are pretty fast?"

"Would that I were. Your Slayer's about to take on a nest of vampires. Grab your weapons, and come with me...and feel free to drive. She's going to the nest by motorcycle."

If Luthien shows up, it's cause there's good reason for it.

Darius looks back to Buffy over his shoulder as they pull up to a red light. "<"Which way?", his visor had been left up since the moment he'd picked The Slayer up, to facilitate her navigation. His spare helmet had seen time recently on both Chan and Gracie, so while the fit was snug it was proven and sound.

"Oh lovely let's just arm up and take a bloody road trip.  Lord, when she goes gun ho about this sordid affair she goes gun ho.  My car's in the shop, I suppose we can borrow a neighbor's." Cringing at the thought of inviting Luthien inside, he would need the extra arm power.  "Well come along, I should have a trunk full of the proper implements.  Seeing how you manhandled those fangs earlier I figure you could do some heavy lifting whilst I wire us an automobile."  Exasperated he would turn back around leading the way into his door preparing for what type of letter he should be expecting over this.

"Done."

Luthien doesn't seem to need an invitation, and he immediately goes to the aforementioned weapons trunk. He notably seems to be able to lift it easily, even with all the cutlery inside, nor is he showing any visible strain lifting it.

He sets it down by the door, and waits for Clive's wired car to arrive.

Buffy pulled up her own visor, and nodded to Darius. She looked around for a long second, trying to tap into some kind of...sense?

Did she even have Spidey-sense? Buffy shook her head of the thought and focused, trying to pick up something, anything that would give her a lead, or perhaps even the trail of the murderous little gang that had taken Chan.


"Give me a sec..."

Clive takes the opportunity to scour around to one of the unoccupied cars in the area.  Looking for one beat up  enough to not have its alarm system turned. "I'm sure it's just like riding a bicycle."  Sighing as he prepared to polish off a worst neighbor of the year award he would simply pick up a rock as he made his way over to the nearest automobile prepared to hope for the best as he pulled his arm back launching the little piece of nature.

And Luthien steps out just then, and actually attempts to stop Clive from throwing it or smashing the window in whatever way he had in mind.!

(This is probably an Initiative check.)

"I did not give you permission to steal or vandalize, Watcher. If you cannot call a cab, or otherwise acquire transportation legally, we will run."

Clive furrowedd his brows further exasperated as he was interrupted.  Not being in the best of moods due to the direction the night had gone in hadn't helped either.  "First off are you daft?  Secondly, I don't remember needing your permission to requisition a vehicle.  And really a cab when you don not exactly know the final destination.  There's being prudent and there's just having no foresight.  Prioritizing legality in such matters falls into the latter category.  The mundanes will be fine.  Oh and while we're having a civics discussion, in case you didn't realize carrying around a trunk full of weaponry not so legal.  Alright let us run then, because nothing wrong could come about from a stroll with you."  Closing his rebuttal with obvious hints towards the earlier vampire attack, he couldn't believe that Mr. monochrome actually thought it wise to pick and choose their laws.  Let alone that tone.

(If it's an initiative check I'll end up having to edit as such)

"YOU don't know the exact destination. I do. Call the cab. I can give him an address. As for those...we will keep the container shut."

The weapons are necessary, but this Watcher seems to not realize that vandalizing would put him in direct conflict with the police, and he can't afford that. Also, it's a theft, and unethical for that alone. Transporting one's own possessions is perfectly fine, to him anyway.

OOC:

Make an Initiative check.

Just for giggles.

In reply to Big Bad (msg # 63):

Heh. Let's see him beat a 16.