Midnight     Sunnydale   The Fish Tank

All has been quiet here for the last several hours as three fugitives from what is now the law in Sunnydale catch up on some much needed rest.  Annabelle Berkshire and Michael Smith sleep in the back room of the Fish Tank, each occupying  a cot.  Annabelle fell asleep quite easily.  Mike, less so since Annabelle is not a sound sleeper.  Her snoring could wake the dead, or in this case keep the undead awake with his extra sensitive hearing.  But after a half hour, Mike managed to tune out the noise and fall asleep.

Up front, the robot double of the late Buffy Summers sits, dead to the world except the humming of her self repair circuits doing their work.

Main road leading into Sunnydale

All is quiet here.  But not for long as an exiled watcher is about to enter the Hellmouth.

OCC: And we're off.  Post at will.

At 12:04 am, Annabelle rolled out of her cot and tiptoed into the next room (so as not to disturb Michael who was still sleeping).  She now felt wide awake.  Maybe it was because she was now the Slayer and her body was primed for night activity.  Or maybe because it was 8 am London time.  Perhaps a little of both.

She moved towards the bathroom, then; Oh yes, we don't have a proper bathroom here.  And I'm not sure I'd want to take one if there was.  If the water in this place is as filthy as the rest of it, I'd fall over and die right quickly. she thought.

She looked around the bar area and found a remote control, then aimed it in the direction of the very old and frail television mounted on the wall and was pleasantly surprised when the picture came on in color.  Now if she could just find something to watch.
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The rumble of a motorbike engine echoes off the buildings of Sunnydale as the last Watcher rides in. His eyes are alert for danger, for he knows what he is riding into. This is the Hellmouth and it's energies draw all kinds of foulness to it.

He slows down, passing down the deserted street at barely more than a walking pace. Most would take him for nothing more than a regular Joe, in spite of the late hour, never noticing the strung mongolian recurve mounted down the side of the bike. It is in easy reach for him, as are his arrows, should he have need.

Annabelle snored one time too many for poor Mike, and he woke up shortly after she did.

"Awake already, huh?"

"8 am  London time" Annabelle said from her seat at the bar without looking at Michael as she blankly stared at the infommerical describing a new portable grilling machine.

She then slid the remote control down the bar in Michael's direction.  "Find us something decent to watch on the telly won't you.  If such a thing is possible."

"Anything in particular you want to watch, Ms. Snoring Can Wake The Undead? And no, you can't blame it on anyone else, you're the only living being here."

Mike casually flipped through channels...

"I don't suppose you can get EastEnders on this side of the water?"
Annabelle said as she got up from the bar and walked towards the front windows of The Fish Tank, currently covered by blinds.

Halfway across the room she turned back to Michael; "And I do NOT snore loudly.  Your vampire hearing is enhancing the effect.  If you had normal hearing, you wouldn't even know I was in the room."

Annabelle continued across the bar floor, and used her finger to lift up a single blind and squinted her eyes as she peaked outside to see if anyone or anything was on the streets.

"Only if it's on BBC. Otherwise...probably not."

He flips on the TV Guide. If EastEnders is on, he'll put it on, but...well, it's only on one possible channel stateside, and it's competing with Dr. Who.

"I can probably find Dr. Who reruns, Ms. Super Snoring of Stupendous snoring...oh, my poor, poor ears. Woe is me."

He's teasing her.

Annabelle turns away from the window to look at Michael and raises an eyebrow and give him her best indignant look (which is very impressive).

"Dr. Who reruns will suffice I suppose.  And if my 'stupendous snoring' (she says making air quotes) is that much of a bother, perhaps we should find you a nice coffin to sleep in so you can block out the noise, and further propagate the myths about vampires." she finishes before turning her attention back to the window.

Mike isn't giving up this duel.

"No, no, I haven't been coughing...though what that has to do with myths, I've no idea. My hearing's not so good anymore..." Acting like her super stupendous snoring damaged his hearing...

He manages to find some Dr. Who.

Before Annabelle can make a suitable reply, she hears a low humming coming from outside.  It gets louder until she finally sees a man coming down the street and towards The Fish Tank on a motorcycle.  He appears to be human, ruling out the threat of a demon biker.

He's traveling slowly, his bike reaches the front of the Fish Tank, then passes by and keeps on going.


OCC: Yes, that's Aaron James that just passed by us.  Time to bring him into the group.

"Oh my God!  That's a man outside on a motorbike!  He hasn't a chance out there by himself!" Annabelle exclaimed as she rushed to the front entrance to The Fish Tank, and after removing their barricade precautions, opened the door and ran after the man on the bike.


" Wait! Stop!  You don't want to be out here by yourself!" she shouted after him.

Hearing the voice behind him Aaron rolls to a halt, not too far away. He looks back to see the young woman racing out of one of the buildings he had assumed were abandoned. He reaches carefully down for his bow, which is on the far side of the bike to the girl. She didn't look particularly dangerous, but he knew better than to judge a book by it's cover.

"You're not from around these parts. Hampshire?" He asks trying to place her accent. "Anyway, if I shouldn't be out here alone, you certainly shouldn't. You don't know who might be out on a night like this." Or what. He finishes silently to himself.

Mike heads out at that point.

"As luck would have it, you've come upon the local 'people who like protecting other people' committee. And before you say it, yes, she knows what I am."

And has been resting near him all night and lacks any holes in her neck.
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"Does she truely?" Aaron almost whispers, eyes narrowing at sight of the vampire. "As you seem in a particularly talkative mood, perhaps you can tell me what's going on here? I had some idea of what to expect, but this place seems pretty deserted. Have you and your nocturnal kin caused this?"

Aaron keeps his eyes locked on the vampire. He knows that some good vampires existed, but they are a particularly rare breed and it would not do to take chances. Once he has his bow in hand he feels better prepared. Vampires are fast, but few can dodge a well aimed arrow shaft at such close range.

"The story about how I got a soul isn't important now. And no, I don't think this is vampires. At least not mostly. Vampires don't have the magic for this, typically. There's some Turok Han in here, but we've killed off most of them, and only a few are left. Somebody in charge with a HECK of a lot of magic cast that barrier you saw on the way in. Which won't let you out, by the way. Doesn't let me out either, if you're wondering."

Aaron's left eyebrow raises. A vampire with a soul, interesting. He still didn't release his hold on his bow, however. A soul does not make one a good person. Humans are all too much proof of that.

"Magic of the level you're describing is far beyond what most are capable of working in these times. But what brings you here? I assume you weren't simply 'living' here when the barrier was raised." Aaron says this with a completely straight face, tone giving no hint as to the pun he just uttered.

Mike shrugged, "When everything went worse then anyone could've predicted, Angel sent me in here for damage control, as he can't leave LA. Though I don't even know if he's still...existing at the moment. I can tell you none of his friends who were here made it."
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Annabelle's eyes lit up at the sound of this man's voice and the sight of his bow and arrows.  Listening to his conversation with Michael further indicated he knew about the existence of vampires. A fellow British person who knew the truth about vampires.  Could he be a watcher?

"I'm from London sir.  I'm Annabelle Berkshire, that's Michael Smith and I suggest we get indoors before a vampire or demon spots us. she says pointing to entrance to The Fish Tank.

"I'll vouch for Michael.  He's not like other vampires.  He has a soul.  And overly sensitive hearing for a vampire as well.  He can even hear normal human breathing during sleep from across a room. she says ever so quickly glancing in Michael's direction before turning back to the Fish Tank entrance.

"Come this way sir.  Your motorbike can fit through the entrance.  Once we're safely indoors, we'll bring you up to speed on everything going on."
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"Very well Annabelle. Let us go inside." He gestures towards the doorway indicating that he will follow. "And call me Aaron, not sir." He turns off the idling engine on his bike and pushes it into the bar, rolling it to one side where it will be out of the way.

He reaches over the back of his bike and detaches his quiver, then pulls a scabarded sword from the side of the bike too. "From your expressions it seems like I may have need of this. So Micheal. You know Angel well?" Giles had been ambivalent over the vampire, but his actions seemed altruistic since moving to Los Angeles.

"He sired me. An accident of Willow's magic is how I ended up like this. Part of that long story. But yes, he should be in Los Angeles messing with Wolfram and Hart still."

Mike heads back inside.

"And good luck getting any sleep. Her snoring keeps the undead awake. I'm sure mortals fare no better. You're doomed. Doomed forever."

"Michael!  Aaron doesn't need to hear us prattling on about that!  We have far more important matters to discuss."

After making sure the front entrance is secure, Annabelle takes her seat back at the bar again.  "Would you like some tea Aaron?  I was just about to make a pot for myself.   And I see (as she glances at the television) that we now have Dr. Who on the telly.  Now then, Michael is not the only extra ordinary being here.  I'm the vampire Slayer.  Do you know what that is Aaron?

"I'll pass on the tea thank you. I doubt very much that an establishment of this calibre would have any tea worth drinking." He blinks at mention of the slayer. "Yes. I've heard of the slayer. Few who spend much time studying the occult don't eventually hear of the slayer. 'One girl, in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil.'... I believe that's how it's written." Aaron speaks the lines as if quoting from memory. "And you say that you are she? I'm afraid that I will need some proof that you are what you say you are beyond simply your word." He does seem genuinely sorry to have to ask for evidence,  being that it is terribly rude to not take someone at thwir word.

Despite the regretful tone in Aaron's voice, Annabelle doesn't seem at all offended.

"Yes of course.  You want proof and you shall have it."

Annabelle walks to the opposite side of the room.  After making certain, she has a clear path without any tables and chairs in her way, Annabelle somersaults across the bar room in a routine that would make an olympic gymnast green with envy.

She then lifts a table with one hand, deftly balancing it in the air without breaking a sweat before sitting it down.

"I hope that will suffice in proving my station.  So Aaron, are you a scholar of the occult?   I had first thought you might be a watcher, but that's clearly not the case. A watcher would surely be consulting their books by now and I see you didn't even bring any.

"If you need further proof, I can smell it. Slayers have a unique scent."

But that's all the help he's giving.

Aaron clears his throat as Annabelle finishes her demonstration. "Well, yes. I think that amply proves your point. I am somewhat a scholar of the occult yet I am also a Watcher. Although I suppose I may well be 'the' Watcher now, I have not heard from any of my contemporaries in some months now."

"But you seem to have already have met one of my colleagues at least. Many do seem to keep their noses buried in a book. I think you will find I am somewhat different and I have little need of books, I remember what I read." His brows furrow in interest at Micheal's interjection. "Really? I have never heard of that, the Watcher's Diaries never mention anything about it at least. Although I doubt many ever had much chance to sit and converse with a vampire as we are."

"Anyway, back to the topic at hand. What do you know of Watchers and their duties Annabelle?"

"Probably an ecological thing. They're called 'Vampire Slayers.' Recognizing the unique scent of Slayer blood gives vampires an edge on avoiding their one and only natural predator. The flip side is that Slayer blood has some drastic healing properties on vampires. Angel told me a story about how Buffy once made him bite her to cure a vampire specific poison. It worked."

Annabelle's jaw visibly drops.  A watcher with no books?!  What manner of creature is he??!! she thought, but quickly regained her composure as she walked back to her seat at the bar.  A watcher with no books.  Right then, I guess stranger things have happend.  I can't think of any right now, but I'm sure they're out there. she thought as she cleared her throat.

"Well Aaron, I'm what you call a Slayer in Training or Potential Slayer. I was identified as a potential Slayer by the Watcher's Council several years ago and was assigned a Watcher to train me for the day I might be called as the Slayer.  Which I now have.  As I'm sure you're aware, often when a Slayer is called she has no idea that vampires are real or what a Slayer is and spends a lot of whining about the whole thing and in denial about it until her traning can finally begin.  But in my case, we were able to bypass all that pesky nonsense and get right down to business.

"Yes. I am quite aware. That is in fact the main reason that the Watchers search for individuals with the potential to become Slayers. If a girl is aware of the dangers of the supernatural before she is chosen then it makes things substantially easier for both her and her Watcher. But as you say. You already know most of this, so we can skip straight onto finding out who, why and how Sunnydale has been cut off."

Aaron then starts to ask questions, one after the other, with barely a pause. Probing for information. "The barrier seems to stop humans and vampires. Does it stop other creature too? Do you know whether it is cylindrical or spherical in shape? Have you searched the epicentre? Are their any particularly active groups in town currently? Any other factions? The place seems quite deserted but are there civilians still in town?..."

"Far as I know, it stops everything. Even birds can't get out. More to the immediate problem, the police force has been replaced by vampires...the normal kind, and there's no military left in town, the last one having been killed recently. We fought a duel with another variety of demons a while back...but I haven't seen 'em since. Sphere or cylinder, I couldn't tell you, all I can tell you is birds bounce off something. I haven't watched how high they might fly and if they bounce off a 'ceiling' or not in the middle of town."

"Quite correct. " Annabelle says nodding in Michael's direction.

"The vampire police force are our primary enemies at the moment.  I was thinking we could try to capture one and interrogate him for information about the size of their forces and what their ultimate goal may be.  We've also had to deal with an army of Turok-Hans, but have managed to whittle down their forces considerably.  Have you ever seen a Turok-Han Aaron?  Mr. Giles said he thought they were a myth until he actually saw one himself.  They are the vampires other vampires fear.  And they are quite real I assure you."
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The group conversation is interrupted by the sound of a police crusier siren.

You all rush to the front window of The Fish Tank and crack a window blind for a look.

One Turok-Han is running down the street towards The Fish Tank........and runs right past it.  He is  quickly followed by a single police cruiser, sirens blaring that drives down the street past The Fish Tank and after the Turok-Han.

WHAM! The cruiser collides with the ubervamp knocking him to the ground.  Two vamp cops get out (no doubt since they have their vamp faces on).  Both are carrying familiar looking taser rifles that you all saw at the Initiative base. One cops blasts the Turok as he gets up. It slows him down, but he keeps coming.  Second blast: ZAP!  That did it.  The Turok is on the street, unconcious.

The two vamp cops approach the Turok, and slap the cuffs on him (that's right they slapped the cuffs on a Turok-Han) and pick up his unconcious body and load him in the trunk of the cruiser before getting back in the front seat and driving off.

The cops were talking as they "arrested" the Turok.  You may or may not have picked up some of the conversation.

OCC: Anyone who wants to know what the vamp cops might have said, make a perception plus notice roll so see if you picked any of it up. Mike would get a +2 to the roll with his vamp hearing.

07:19, Today: Michael Smith rolled 11 using 1d10+8. Listening!

Keen eared as Mike is, perhaps he wasn't in the right position to overhear everything.

Leaning by the window Aaron tries to hear what the vampire cops are doing.

OOC: 16:26, Today: Aaron James rolled 9 using 1d10+7. Listening at the window. Apparently that glass is thick :P

Well now, that's peculiar. Annabelle thinks to herself as she turns her right ear towards the glass, trying to pick up what the vamp cops are saying.



Annabelle Berkshire rolled 10 using 1d10+5. Listening to the vamp cops.

The glass in the windows of The Fish Tank are thicker than usual. The owner needed more durable windows after he had to keep replacing them due to thrown objects (and people) constantly crashing through them.

Mike is the only one able to pick up anything:

"You have the right to remain silent, you have the right...."

"He can't hear you Charlie and wouldn't understand you if he was awake."

"Yeah, but it's still funny.  Well, that's four of them.  We have what we need."

"I'll let the rest of the guys know, we're gonna have a blast at the high school gym tonight.  Half the force will be there!"

Then with, the Turok locked in the trunk, the vamp cops drive off.
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Mike relates what he heard.

"They've been rounding up Turok Han, and apparently they've got 4 of those remaining. There's going to be some kind of party in the high school gym, presumably including both the undead police force and the Turok Han. 'Half the force will be there' he aid.

I should remind everyone, if we decided to crash this party, both the cops and the Turok Han will try to kill us, and half the force being there means we'll be drastically outnumbered."

Annabelle puts her hand to her chin as she ponders this information.

"If half the force is at the school gymnasium, then they won't be anywhere else. This could be a golden opportunity for us to strike police headquarters directly.  Perhaps we can get some information on the size of their forces. At the very least we might be able to reclaim our supplies from them.

She stares at Michael for a moment, hoping he remembers what she's talking about.

"Remember Michael, we gathered up a nice cache of food, weapons, and occult books  at the Summers house before the police took possession of it.  We could get it back.

Then turning to the Watcher; "What do you think Aaron?  What's our next move?"

"Well, while both options have merit, I think that supplies are our pressing concern at the moment. If there were a few more of us I would suggest we might reconnoitre the school as well. But that is beyond our means for the moment. I think we should be careful however; the police station is likely to have more than a few vampires. Plus if they have police training and equipment they will likely be a formidable threat."

"Regain our supplies? We could, but it might lead them back to our new hiding place. And then we're running again.

However, if you're willing to accept that risk, let's do it. It's safer then hitting the party without...well, enough TNT to blow the place. Vampires do still die if their heads get blown off by concussive force or shrapnel."

Annabelle clasps her hands together and flexes her fingers.

"It's settled then.  We proceed to police headquarters and try to reclaim our cache of supplies and possibly interrogate a vampire policeman for information. We'll just have to be extra careful to ensure we're not followed back here.

She looks around The Fish Tank.  "This place isn't much but................well, it isn't much. It's greatest strength as a hiding place is no one with a kilogram of good taste would think to come here.

Twenty minutes later, the foursome are peering around the corner of the building one block away from Sunnydale PD headquarters.  They proceeded on foot so as not to attract any attention from any passing police cruisers on the way.

The police building is rather quiet.  No vamp cops outside and only three police cars in the front parking lot.

Then the front door opens and two cops walk out.  They get into one of the cruisers and drive off, now only two police cars in the front parking lot.

This was want Buffybot favored. Hopefully the Police Chief would be here. She wanted to know everything and take revenge on the good cops that were wiped out. Perhaps here she can found out who or what was responsible for the barrier and destroy it so Sunnydale can be repaired. "Let's get to work!"

Mike was careful to be stealthy himself...he was usually better at hiding then his friends, and there was always a chance he'd avoid detection while they did not. He was prepared for that too.

(If stealth is required, I'll roll when necessary)

Even though they are being careful to avoid attention Aaron carries his bow with arrow nocked and ready to shoot. That there are only 2 police cruisers left at the station bodes well for their chances. "Ok, so our first priority is the supplies. Other than that I think we should keep an eye out for information on what is happening here. We could also consider sabotaging those vehicles, so they have less mobility and flexibility." Aaron just reminds them, as it is best for everyone to know what the objective is. "Anyone see a good way in? The front door seems like a bad choice."

"Aaron has a good idea.  Let's sabotage those two police vehicles. If we have to make a quick escape, they'll have less chance of catching us.  Annabelle whispered as she changed direction and headed towards the two police cars.
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As the foursome approach, you see no side entrance to the station.

The only two ways in are to go through the front entrance, or circle around the back to check for another entrance there.

The two police vehicles are unlocked and easily accessible.


OCC: No stealth rolls requried just yet.

Mike thinks a moment, and...

"Cut the breaklines on the police cruisers. The car accident probably won't kill a vampire, but they'll definitely feel it for a while."

"Right then.  I only have a wooden stake, not suitable for cutting brake lines. I'll stand watch. I think Aaron brought a sword didn't you? Annabelle whispered.

I also have no idea where the blooming brake lines are, but they don't need to know that. she thought to herself.

"Good call. I've got my sword, true. But I think that this may be more useful under a car." He pulls out a small pocket knife puts down his bow and slides under the car. He feels around for the hydraulic cables and carefully cuts them. One for the rear wheels and two more for the front. Pulling himself out from under the first cruiser he quickly moves over to repeat the process on the second. "Ok. That's all I can do from here. If you want something more complicated, you'll have to get a mechanic." He keeps his voice low the entire time, so as to avoid calling attention from inside the station and slips the pocket knife back into his jacket.

"Good show Aaron." Annabelle whispers, looking in the direction of the front door.

"Well now, do we go through the front entrance or sneak around back?  Or split into two groups and cover each?  We'd best decide quickly.  This isn't the time or the place to hold an extended debate."

"Back entrance first. The worst case scenario here is the remaining vamps calling reinforcements. We want to kill these quickly and silently."

Mike starts looking for exactly that.

Mike leads the rest of the group around the back and does indeed find a back entrance to police headquarters.  The back entrance is unlocked.

There is also a back parking lot with three police cruisers.

Mike nods.

"Cut those brakelines too. Even if they catch on, it's still one less car to use."

Aaron nods his reply curtly. Carefully placing his weapons on the ground this time he removes his jacket as well. Don't want to scuff it too much. It doesn't take him so long with these three vehicles, as he is starting to get to know the layout of their undersides.

Once he has finished the work, he grabs his jacket and weapons. "Shall we go in then?"

"By all means." Annabelle says in reply as she opens the back door and steps in.

She freezes for a moment, listening for any alarms going off, in the event they have to make a hasty retreat.

No alarm goes off as Annabelle enters the police station.

No sign of video cameras either.

Mike says, "Let me take point. There may be magical alarms in here that react to normal people...but they won't react to vampires."

Mike, on that theory, leads the rest of the way.

Aaron follows Annabelle and Micheal through the doors into the back of the Police Station. His eyes roam around the room before him searching for threats.

The four inch their way down the hallway with Michael in the lead.  No traps of any kind set off so far.

Then as you approach a corner, you stop at the sound of a noise.  You realize it's coming from a TV from somewhere around the corner and down another hall.  You hear some laughing and talking.  At least two presumably vampire cops (maybe more) are watching TV in a room down the hall, maybe a lounge or someone's office.

You also notice a sign on the wall with an arrow pointing straight ahead marked
"propery room".


OCC: Time to choose what way each character wants to go.  You can proceed to the property room where your supplies are likely stored with no problem.  No roll necessary if you do this. Or you can creep closer to the sounds coming from down the hall.  If you do that, you need to make a dexterity plus acrobatics or crime roll to sneak closer without being detected.

Tempted as Mike is to engage in battle, they sabotaged the cars. Let the car accidents soften them up first. He heads straight for the property room. Again in the lead, on the theory that magic alarms won't trigger for vampires like him.

Breathing slowly to try and force his heartrate down, Aaron follows Micheal towards the property room. He keeps checking over his shoulder though, just in case any of the TV watching vamps appear.

Annabelle headed towards the property room as well.  Thankfully, everyone was in agreement on which action to take.  Her wooden stake was in her hand ready for action, things were going smoothly so far.

Which of course means something's about to go wrong. she thought.

The group sneaks up to the police property room with no interference.  The door is unlocked, and they find their confiscated supplies in the middle of the floor.

Most everything else has been processed and sealed away in envelopes, bags, or boxes so you can't readily tell what else is in there.

Aaron looks around the room, taking in all the sealed boxes and bags. "There must be a sign in book around here somewhere." He immediately begins to search for some sort of sign in book, how else would anyone be able to find something in this?

Considering the nature of the Force, Mike checks to see if the Blood is still there. He figures vampire cops might just drink it all.

Buffybot inspects their now regained suppiles and makes sure nothing was tempered with. "If this place was totally empty we can confiscate THEIR stuff for a change. However I have the feeling that it won't be happening anytime soon."She did hope that someone can add something to the mix for her sake.

Annabelle looks around the room and pounds her right fist into her left hand.

"Blast it!  Stab our eyes!  We should have kept one police vehicle operational.  Then we could have taken our cache out the front entrance, quietly loaded it into one vehicle and be long gone before they knew we were here.  Now we'll have to carry it all back to our sanctuary on foot.

Mike searches the supplies and finds no blood.  The vamp cops likely found it and drank it.

Aaron finds no sign-in book for the property room. Perhaps it's in the room with the cops watching TV. Or misplaced.  If the watcher was a Sunnydale native, he would know the Sunnydale PD aren't known for their efficiency and intelligence.

Just then you hear two different voices getting closer.  They are coming from the opposite side you entered, meaning two or more cops likely came in through the front entrance.

Then you hear one voice say:

"Hey, lights are on in the property room. "

Then two cops (regular cops, not swat team) appear in the doorway.

"Ha!  We've been looking all over town for them and they've been right here!  You're all under arrest!"

OCC: Combat thread time.  Two vamp cops to deal with. If you can dispose of them quickly and quietly, the vamp cops in the other part of the station won't hear.

Oh crumbs!  Atrocious timing. Need to finish these two before the others are alerted. Annabelle thought as rushed across the room to the closest vamp cop.

She nailed a high kick at his jaw, then thrust her stake into his heart.

Thok!  Foom!  He explodes to dust.


Mike, in a daring, risky move to prevent the alarm from being raised, went straight for the stake. Ignoring defensive needs, he launched at the first with his stake and great strength, and poked him till he poofed...

Thok!  Foom!  One thrust was enough to do it as he exploded to dust.



"Arrest?! Youre the one that's going to be taking a rest! So as the lady said you aren't leaving!"Buffybot attempts to get to the second vamp cop but, he's dust by the times he gets there.

At the sound of the police behind him Aaron brings his bow arouond in a fluid, practiced motion. He takes a heartbeat to aim at the closest vampire before loosing the shot, trying to avoid his allies in the press.  The arrow sailed perfectly, but passed through a cloud of dust, as the vamp was already slain by the time it got there, and hit the opposite wall.

No loud noise from the other side of the station, you've finished these two without alerting the others.

OCC: Back to the main thread.  Couple of good stake rolls by Annabelle and Mike, and that's a quick fight.

Mike chuckled.

"Well done. So, if you had any further doubts about her identity, Aaron, I trust they're gone now."
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Annabelle exhaled in relief.  "Good show yourself." she said to Michael before turning to the watcher.

"Yes Aaron, if there was any shred of doubt left, I hope this has firmly established my Slayer credentials.  Now then, I suggest we not press our luck and gather up our supplies and leave post haste before more vampire police come this route. Annabelle finished as she began to gather up what she good carry of their supplies.

"I already had no doubts on that account." Aaron says this as he moves to retrieve his arrow from where it embedded itself in the wall. "You are also right, we should leave as quickly as we can." He also begins to stoop and gather up what he can of the supplies, making sure to collect the books first. Knowledge could be power in a situation like this.

Moments later the foursome has their arms full with their confiscated supplies, as they exit the property room.

Just then a vampire cop comes around a corner from several yards away from the back of the station (he was one of the vamps in the back watching TV).  "Holy crap!  They're here!"

He quickly dashes back around the corner from where he came.  You can no longer see him, but you  can hear him talking on his radio:  "Fugitives are here in the station!  Fugitives are in the station! They just left the property room! Need back up now!!


OCC: So........are you going to make a run for it out the front entrance and try to escape?
Or follow that lone cop around the corner with more vamp cops on the way from that direction?

Annabelle watches the lone vamp cop disappear around the corner and call for help.

"I don't know how many friends he has on the way and I don't care to find out.  Exit stage right." she finished making a right turn and raced towards the front entrance with her arms still full of supplies.

"...I agree. I can kill him, but it'll take too long, and then we're fighting numbers again. And I'm not sure how many there are."

He takes the supplies and heads to depart. At least the brakes not working on the vehicles will slow the enemy down.

"Agreed" With their course decided Aaron starts to move towards the front entrance, his speed building with every step.

The four heroes race out the front entrance and just about collide with a police cruiser parked in front of the doors.  This one wasn't there when they entered.

Now there are three police cars in the front parking lot, while there were two before.  The new one belonged to the two cops who they just dusted.  Which means this is the only one here with working brakes.

The doors of the newly arrived police cruiser are unlocked.  And the keys are in the ignition.  Guess the cops figured no one would try to steal a police vehicle from the station parking lot.



OCC: Vamp cops will be bursting through the front doors soon. You can run away on foot or take advantage of the only police car at the station with working brakes.

Aaron quickly shoves his pile of things into the cruiser. He then moves around to the passenger side door and climbs in. "Come on. providence seem to have favoured us here." He winds down the window and starts to slide himself half out of the car, so that he can shoot his bow. Not the most stable of positions, but good enough assuming they don't try any maneuvers that are too ambitious.

"...to the copmobile?"

Mike hopped in the car. Someone else would probably drive.

"Never a look a gift horse in the mouth." Annabelle said as she watched Aaron and Michael climb into the car, but neither in the driver's seat.

"What's this?!  Are you both bloody insane?!  You don't actually expect me to drive this........................why not?  First time for everything.

Annabelle climbs into driver's seat as she tosses her supplies on the backseat floor.  "Nothing to it, I'm sure."
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"Alright then, let's go!" Annabelle shouts as she shifts the police car and presses the accelerator.  And moves forward over the curb and hits the brakes before she crashes through the wall of the police station.

"Oh yes, D is for Drive, and R is for Reverse.  Of course. I've got it."

She shifts into reverse, backs out, then shifts into drive again as she speeds out of the police station parking lot.

Aaron nearly falls out of the cruiser at the sudden stop and change in direction. "Heavens above! Try not to throw me out if you don't mind!" Trying to hook himself into the car more securely he watches behind them waiting for the pursuit to begin. "If someone could grab my legs and stop me from being left behind i'd be most appreciative... Not you Annabelle, I think you should concentrate on the road." The last of this is added after a short pause.

"It occurs to me we might've been wiser to let you drive and let Annabelle or myself shoot. Too late now."

Still, he holds on. Mike was strong...he'd manage for anything short of a car accident. Of course, Aaron might get hurt if he hangs on in some cases...cars have more force then mortals can handle. There's a good reason why car accidents kill so many people.

The "borrowed" police cruiser heads out on the main road. As you look back to the front entrance of the station you see one...two...three...four..a total of five cops burst out.

Two head for one of the remaining cruisers, while the other three pile in the other.  Within seconds both police cars are in pursuit of the heroes.

All three cars are on a straight stretch of road at the moment, so the other two cars won't notice (or be in danger from) their lack of brakes yet.


OCC: Two vamp cop cars in pursuit.  Annabelle needs to make a dexterity -2 roll driving roll.   Aaron can shoot arrows at them, but with a -2 penalty due to being in a fast moving car with an inexperienced driver.  If he wants to aim for a tire that will be -4 altogether since it's a smaller object he's aiming for.  But one success level will be a hit. Somebody grabbing his legs so he doesn't fall out would be a good idea. If anyone else wants to attack, you now have some nice heavy occult books to throw at them.
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Annabelle pressed the pedal as she looked in the rear view mirror and saw the two pursuing police cruisers gaining.  She was gripping the steering wheel hard until her knuckles were white, then eased her grip.  Her Slayer strength crushing the steering wheel would do them no good.

Somebody had better do something.  I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment. she said through clenched teeth.


Annabelle Berkshire rolled 7 using 1d10+4. Driving fast.

Mike already grabbed Aaron's legs like an anchor.

"Annabelle, you need to get off a straightaway for our sabotage to matter...and...uh...I don't think that's how you drive..."

He could see the errors from there.

Taking a deep breath Aaron tries to block out the movement of the car, the voices inside and concentrate on his shot. One arrow into a tire, might be enough to stop half of their pursuers, if only he could find the right moment. When that instant came the arrow was gone almost before he realised, flying in a path towards the closest cruiser.


15:25, Today: Aaron James rolled 14 using 1d10+9. Shooting at the tire. +5 from the aiming, -4 from shooting at the tire.

15:23, Today: Aaron James rolled 19 using 1d10+9. Aiming.

Aaron's arrow flys throw the air and hits the right front tire of the closer police cruiser carrying three cops.

The tire blows out and the car quickly and wildy spins out of control (no brakes after all) and finally rolls over upside down.

One down, one to go.  The second cruiser manages to avoid colliding with the other one and is still in pursuit.



OCC: One cruiser still in pursuit.  Annabelle needs to make another driving roll.  Aaron can try to shoot out another tire.

"Good show Aaron." Annabelle says as she watches in the rearview mirror as the first police cruiser spins out of control.

"One more to go." she says as she deftly keeps their cruiser on the road and ahead of their pursuers.

"Any comments about my driving now Michael?  Hmmmm? 'Annabelle can't drive!  Annabelle snores loudly!  WRONG and WRONG!!"




Annabelle Berkshire rolled 14 using 1d10+4. Driving fast.

Aaron is in the zone now, he doesn't even hear Annabelle complement his shooting. A second arrow is nocked to string. He draws, once more waiting for that moment. Seconds pass, he can feel his heart beating as he holds ready to loose. The the cruiser behind angles slightly to expose it's side and he releases, breath leaving him with the arrow.

A bumb on the tarmac reminds him that he is hanging to the outside of a car. He reaches inside to drag himself back through the window and into the relative safety. "If I ever try something that stupid again, somebody please slap me."


15:10, Today: Aaron James rolled 10 using 1d10+7. Shooting at tire. +3 aim. -4 tire shot.
15:09, Today: Aaron James rolled 14 using 1d10+9. Aiming.

While not as good as his first shot, this one still does the job as the arrow impacts the tire of the remaining cruiser.  It spins out of control, crashing into a mailbox and a trash can before coming to a stop, leaving the foursome to get away.



To Be Continued