Annabelle lowers her cross, now satisfied their new allies weren't vampires. But Graham's explanation of the how the initiative rifles function gave her pause.

"One moment please!" she said incredulously.  "Why would you be carrying a weapon designed to incapacitate a vampire or demon rather than destroy them? You people don't actually try to capture them intact do you?! she said to Graham and the other two agents.

"That's what the Initiative did Ms. Capture HSTs alive and bring them back for study.one agent says, as the elevator door opens.

"And if an HST breachs Lowell House above us or actually gets into the base, our orders are to capture them alive, secure them in a cell, and contact our superiors for further instructions. That hasn't happened since we've been here though.

Both agents step out of the elevator.  "Come on.  There's four of us.  We'll introduce you to the other agents."

Mike nodded. "Win some, lose some. Capturing Spike alive turned out to be a good thing for the world. Whatever you made Adam out of, not so much."

Annabelle's eyes almost popped out of her sockets in astonishment at the Initiative agent's explanation.  "You people are off your trolley!  Capturing vampires and demons?!  That's insane!" she half shouted.

I deperately need some tea! she thought to herself.

"One moment! What did you say Michael?  Who is this Adam?  And did you say made?! Did you crazy people try to build your own Frakenstein monster?!
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Mike nodded.

"More or less. Except Frankenstein had a minigun on one arm, and a bone spear on the other."

"Hey, don't dump the whole Adam catastrophe on all of us.  That was Dr. Walsh's off the books operation.  If Walsh wasn't a nutjob, and Adam was never created, the Initiative would still be alive and well today. one agent says as he leads the four of you out of the elevator.

You see two other agents approach, with taser weapons raised until one of the agents with you raises his hand.  "It's all right men.  They're friendly.  And this guy is one of us. Meet Graham Miller.he says pointing to Graham.

"I'm Agent Goldstein, that's Agent Goldberg, that's Agent Goldfinger, and that's Agent Smith.he says completing the Initiative agent introductions.

"Yes.  Of course it would still be alive and well. Because capturing vampires and demons alive is such a brilliant idea.Annabelle said melodramatically.

"Now what's all this about a mini-gun and........never mind." If she heard any more of this talk, her brain would likely explode.  Her watcher was no doubt rolling in her grave.  Capturing demons and vampire alive?  Madness.

"If we may just trouble you for a first-aid kit and a glass of water, you'll barely know we're here."

"First aid coming right up.  Follow me to our medical room." said Agent Goldberg.  "I'll take care of patching up our guests.  You three mind things here." he said as he lead the foursome to the medical room.

"Water dispenser is right over there.  As for first aid, we'll start with you pal.  Looks like a demon got a piece of you."he said speaking to Michael.


OCC:He's referring to Michael's claw wound from last episode, which I presume Mike at least marginally bandaged up so he won't be leaving a trail of blood everywhere.

As a vampire, he really didn't NEED first aid...his unnatural regeneration would take care of it all, but if they all wanted to help...

"Have at it."

Twenty minutes later, Michael, Graham and Annabelle have gotten first aid treatment.


"That takes care of that. says Agent Goldberg.  "Anybody hungry?  Or would you like to lie down and rest? We've got plenty of rack space.



OCC: Do to first aid, a whole 3 points have been aided to each of your life scores.

Mike noticed it did some good...but frankly, it was only half as good as his natural regeneration would do in an hour or so.

Still, every little bit helps.

"I don't suppose you have...blood for me."

"Yes, and I don't supposed you have some proper British tea on the premises do you?"
Annabelle said, inspecting her fresh bandages. She fully expected the answer to be a "no", but she asked anyway.

A few more hours of sleep sounded wonderful. Even though she just awoke hours ago, she was still on London time and it was approaching midnight on her side of the water.  But with the cloud cover in Sunnydale, the vampire police, the remaining Turok-Hans, and vampires not in the two above factions were running free and wild.  Not the best time to rest, no matter how secret Graham said this location was.
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"Thanks, Agent" Graham said, inspecting his bandages with a critical eye.  "Since you have been cut off, do you have any intel on the current situation?  We ran into several Turok-Hans just off campus and I am curious if they would know about this site or we just had the bad luck of running into them while out on a hunt."

Agent Goldberg proceeds to respond to everyone in turn;

"Yes, we have blood.  We keep emergency packs if one of us needs a blood transfusion. I'll get you a pack.

"No Ms., we don't have British tea here.  This is a covert military base, not a ladies book club or rugby club or whatever it is you do on the other side of the Atlantic ocean. We have coffee.

"Our sensors only detect intruders as far as the perimeter of the Lowell house property, lest we be tempted to disobey orders and engage an HST on the campus.  The first intruders we detected were you people.  So, I can't say for sure.  They could have been hunting for anything or could have been on the way here and you intercepted them.


Agent Goldberg then steps inside the refrigeration unit and returns with a bag of blood and passes it to Michael.  "Here you are.  Now if you'll all follow me to the mess hall, you can get something to eat and get a cup for your blood pack.

The Initiative agent then lead everyone to the mess hall.  "In the meantime, would one of you explain what a Turok-Han is? I'm not familiar with that type of HST.

"Primitive vampires, more or less. Like a Neanderthal, they're stronger and faster then most, but like a Neanderthal, they're none too bright."

Mike, discreetly, drinks the package he'd been given. That took the edge off his hunger.

No this most definitely isn't a book club, because I'm certain you can barely read, you witless git! Annabelle thought to herself.   These American military types were seriously annoying her.

"Michael has defined a Turok-Han rather appropriately.  But be warned not to take them lightly.  They are the vampires other vampire fear. They have no earthly wants except to hunt and devour. Those electrical rifles of yours will likely have minimal effect on them, if any."Annabelle said on the way to the mess hall.
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"Actually Ms., our taser guns work on everything.  Humans, vampires, demons, even robots although we've never seen an actual robot to test it on. These Turok-Hans as you call them will be affected as well.Agent Goldberg says as he enters the mess hall and continues on into the kitchen.

"Here we are.  Help yourselves, but if you want something cooked, you'll need to do it yourselves.  We won't be cooking again until chow time at 1800 hours.

As the four of you look around, the Initiative kitchen is well stocked, quite a variety of food is available.

Buffybot has a smug look when the robot bit came up. But she brushed it aside blaming it on something else. They don't get out much. I'd be grumpy too.She thought to herself. She volunteers to cook. "Let see when these guy got." She begins to cook....

Annabelle looks in the nearest refrigerator/freezer.  She could hear her stomach growling, some fruit and yogurt aren't going to suit her this time.  She spots a frozen pizza, dare she be so lucky........no.  It's meat on it.  Oh crumbs.  Beggars can't be choosers, we can't very well send out for one.she thought.

She passes the frozen pizza to Buffy (who wisely kept her true nature secret from these gun-toting imbeciles).  "Here you are.  Get this cooking please."

"Anyone have any objection to pizza?  And you can have extra meat if you fancy it.  I'll be removing the meat from my portion.

"Got it Annabelle since they don't get out much. I guess this is the only option left. Hope this works...." Buffybot preps the pizza. "Pure vegetarian I take it? Or is it like fish only?"

"I'm veggie."Annabelle responded before turning her attention to Agent Goldberg.

"I'm also too wound up to sleep I think.  Do you have any occult books I can examine? We encountered a group of HSTs as you call them that are unfamiliar too me, I would like to research them.

Agent Goldberg flashes his best "you've got to be kidding look" at Annabelle.

"We don't have old books here Ms.  We have computers. I'll start up one of our computers for you, so you can review our HST files.  When you're done eating, take a right and look for the room three doors down.  Now you four are free to go where you please.  There are restricted areas, but you can't access them without a pass code or key card. Now, I'll set up the computer for you to look at the HST files, then if you need me, i'll be in the monitor room.

With that Agent Goldberg left, leaving the four of you alone.
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"Capture vampires and demons alive!  No occult books to research! They do everything arse backwards here!Annabelle exclaimed after the Initiative agent had left.

Annabelle began pacing the floor, waiting for the pizza to finish cooking.  "No wonder this operation folded faster than Superman on laundry day."

...Hmmm.

"Ya know, assuming somebody or several somebodies painstakingly copied an occult library online, one book at a time, the database probably is faster."

More than two hours later, 6:00 pm:

Office of the mayor, Sunnydale.

The Sunnydale chief of police walks into the mayor's office.  He's carrying something in a bag, looks about the size of a baseball bat.

"We found it Mr. Mayor!  You were right about its location!"the chief says excitedly.

"Good work chief.  Let's have a look."the mayor says stepping from behind his desk and into the light.

He's human.  Specifically, 5 foot 11 inches tall, about mid forties (that's the age he looks anyway), brown hair and blue eyes.

Very cold and scary blue eyes.

The mayor and the chief walk over to a table and the chief removes what's in the bag and sets it on the table.

The fabled Slayer Scythe.

"I knew it wasn't destroyed when the amulet activated. We're going to make good use of this object chief. There'll be no one to stop us.

Fade to Black.  Roll Credits