S3.5E2: Spoils IV
[X] Buffy and her friends decide they should fight the unknown scraping monster. Buffy's the slayer, she should be able to tip any battle.

"We should probably at least take a look at whatever this thing is before we spend all night trying to play keep away with it in its own maze." Buffy said. "It doesn't sound particularly fast, anyway."

"I still can't even hear anything," Andrew said.

"Slayers have better senses, Andrew." Willow explained. She looked askance at Harmony, still a little weirded out. "Vampires too, I guess."

Buffy and Harmony led them forward to the junction, and then left down the oblique path. The maze seemed featureless with its high wooden walls and narrow corridors, dim light shining down from above. Presumably it was from the candles, still burning in the Mayor's office outside, though Buffy still wasn't quite sure how this shrinking thing worked. Andrew had been babbling about summonings but she didn't see how that made much sense.

They took a winding route through the maze, going past more junctions as well as corners and switchbacks, and finally the sound had gotten loud enough that everyone could hear. Buffy peeked around the corner and saw the creature, a huge metal thing marching down towards them. It took up most of the corridor, wielded a huge club in one hand, and had a wicked set of curved horns, making it clear what it was intended to represent. "Looks like it's us vs. the robo-Minotaur," Buffy reported. It hadn't seemed to notice her, but it wasn't like she could read its face.

"I guess Wilkins had a thing for the classics." Willow commented.

"Well, he was old enough that he might've been around for them," Xander said. Buffy indicated it was moving slowly enough that everyone could look, and when he saw it, he continued, "A big thing for the classics, by the looks of it."

"Technically, it's less than an inch tall." Andrew said. "I wonder if he made it outside and then stuck it in, or if he made it to scale. The challenges of summoning an animating spirit to control a golem already inside a spatial pocket like this are actually-"

"Probably not relevant now." Buffy cut him off. Even at its deliberate pace, they didn't have much time before it reached them. "Will, I assume you're pretty much out of gas? Any surprises up your sleeves for metal monsters?"

"I don't even have any pencils to float." Willow said. "Wilkins' trap didn't exactly bring my bag along for me." Andrew handed her one and took another out from a pocket. He was already taking notes or something on a pad. Buffy figured he might end up turning into a mini-Watcher type, but at least he wasn't Wesley. "Well, this'll be great," Willow continued, brandishing her booby prize. "Maybe I could put its eye out, if it had real eyes."

"I'm sure you'll think of something," Buffy said, then turned to Harmony. "Looks like it's a working interview then." Buffy said. "You go across to the other side of this T and when it reaches the intersection we'll flank it."

"I have to be all alone over there? But you're the slayer, shouldn't you be the one fighting alone?" Harmony complained.

Buffy shooed her over with a push. "Harmony, they barely have one floating pencil between the three of them right now, and I don't trust you enough for you to play defense with me on the other side of Wilkins' toy model of doom. We don't have time to argue, just do it."

"OK, OK, chill out, boss." Harmony got herself set on the other side, while Buffy contemplated the choices she'd made in life that led to vampire Harmony calling her 'boss'.

She didn't have much time to be distracted though, as the creaky construct finally arrived at the junction, turning her way and trying to swing its club right through her. Buffy dodged the ungainly weapon, but the machine was quicker than it looked, and the backswing slammed her right into one of the solid wooden walls.

Harmony was good to her word, but Buffy belatedly realized that she might really have had something to fear from Xander. She was sort of slapping at it from behind, and even though she was presumably doing it with vampire strength, her pathetic form left it unbothered. Suddenly though, it shifted and grabbed her around the stomach with its free hand, then threw her far forward to crash into the knot of retreating Scoobies. None of them seemed too hurt, but it let the Minotaur gain ground on them all as they got up.

As it moved forward, it ignored Buffy's prone form, letting her take advantage. "Hey, what am I not good enough for you? I may work in an office now, but I still slay." She didn't bother to get to her feet, diving at it low and trying to trip it up. It was too solid for her to knock down, but she tangled up its legs and it stomped at her ineffectually as she rolled around it. She rolled to dodge another swing of its club, but that let it hit her with its bronze hoof and send her flying back across the intersection.

She was about to get back into the fray with it, but before she could it slammed its big club against the wooden floor, and the whole maze reacted. There was a clicking sound of clockwork in the walls, and then the junction flipped, a wall swinging around through ninety degrees and blocking Buffy off from the fight. Similar noises all around her let her know the whole maze had probably changed, she had no idea how to get back to her friends and save them from the Minotaur. Even worse, they were alone with Harmony; who knew what she might do now?

In frustration, she tried to punch her way through the wall, but only got a sore hand for her troubles, not even leaving a dent. "Stupid indestructible magic maze." Normal wood would've totally been splinters if she hit it that hard.

With a groan of frustration, she quickly sprinted off in another direction, hoping she could navigate around somehow to get back to the fight. She knew her friends could outrun the slow-footed Minotaur for a while, but worried that it might use its trick again to catch them in a surprise dead end. It clearly hadn't been after her either, so unless it was specifically looking to divide and conquer that meant one of the others was its primary target for some reason. Probably Willow, since she cast the spell that triggered it and this whole setup seemed automatic.

After some rushed navigation, she could hear grinding gears and the shouts of battle again and knew she was on the right track. She went down another couple corridors, and just as she thought she was getting close, the maze started shifting again. She wasn't letting herself be cut off this time though, and dived forward just as the passage she needed closed off; she got through safely, but her left shoe was a casualty of war. Trust Wilkins to act all statesmanlike and affable but still be ruining her wardrobe from beyond the grave.

Rolling back into a run and kicking off her other shoe at the same time, Buffy rounded the last corner and saw the machine had indeed backed her friends up against the wall. They were doing a lot better than she expected though. Xander was up in its face despite his injury, mostly just being yanked around with its club arm but still a distraction, and Harmony was gamely attacking it, not showing great form but at least avoiding being grappled again.

Behind them, Willow had a couple pencils in the air now, and was shoving them into spaces right inside its joints to slow it down. It was able to grind right through them, but its movements were clumsier than before so the barrage might be having internal effects. Lastly, Andrew was not only a supplier of pencils, but seemed to think he was some kind of bard. He'd gotten a harmonica out from somewhere and was frantically playing an odd tune while looking at some of his notes.

Buffy didn't have any more time to evaluate the situation, and attacked from behind with a heavy two handed blow. She'd learned it was tough enough to endure small hits and stable enough to avoid being knocked down, so she'd just have to beat it to death. It turned for her again, basically ignoring the feeble assaults of Xander and Harmony, but before it could fully engage, Andrew hit a sharp note and it froze in place for critical seconds. Buffy improvised, grabbing its own massive club out of its unmoving hand, and smashed it with a hefty overhand swing just as it started moving again.

It tried to fight her, but with its reach advantage lost her superior speed became a big factor. She hit it again and again, and unlike her earlier unarmed attacks these left visible damage, denting its metal armor and warping vulnerable joints out of alignment. It still took a while to finish it off, but minutes later its broken body finally stopped moving, and Buffy's new club was barely in one piece anymore.

After a last look at her weapon, she threw it to the side and examined her friends for new injuries. They were scuffed up a bit, but didn't seem much worse for wear, thankfully. "Well. That was a fun way to waste some time. How about we play Marco Polo next?"

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Despite Buffy's upbeat words, the group was pretty tuckered out after that. Andrew and Willow picked at the construct and occasionally exchanged jargony claims about it, while the rest of them just sat around in the fading candle-skylight. Harmony had ended up being more reliable than Buffy had guessed, and Andrew had been a good deal more competent. She kind of regretted shutting him down so hard during the fight, but he had persevered anyway and didn't seem to hold or even register a grudge, so she figured it was all good.

Harmony and Xander were sitting across from each other now, sort of exchanging awkward looks. She wasn't sure where that was going to end up, but she wagered that their next round of bickering would at least be a little less toxic. She still dreaded the upcoming talk about Harmony with Giles, but at least it wouldn't be as much of a two-on-one anymore.

Eventually, just as the candles were more or less out and the maze had darkened past anyone but Harmony seeing that well, there was a distorted noise from above and everything brightened up a lot. Andrew started from his nap against the wall, Harmony squinted and vamped out again, and Xander said "And it's the cavalry in good form, hours too late."

Willow tried screaming for help, and surprisingly after a little bit a giant Giles appeared up in the air above the maze. Buffy figured that either sound must echo out of it really well or the Mayor had built in speakers for his sadist enjoyment. The ground shook momentarily as he seemed to mess with the mechanism, and then with a click there was a rush of wind and another flash, fading away with everyone appearing full size again back in the office.

Giles wasn't the only one to receive them; Joyce standing there looking shocked too. Before either of them could get a word in though, Willow made with the explanations. "We were de-ratting Amy which I really thoroughly researched and performed extra-safely with a capable spotter, but the Mayor left a really clever totally unpredictable booby trap in his office and we've been stuck in it for three hours."

"None of that explains why you have a vampire with you, Willow," Giles said a little distractedly as he stepped in front of Joyce and fumbled around in his pockets for a stake. It was a little unfortunate they couldn't have gone into this explanation with Harmony untransformed, in hindsight.

Buffy sighed. "Giles, Harmony. Harmony, Giles. You may know each other. Giles, despite appearances and it not really making much sense, Harmony seems pretty housebroken. She didn't even make any messes when I was out doing my nails."

"Harmony?" Giles asked. "Oh, yes, the resemblance is obvious now. Did she become ensouled somehow? Something to do with Angel's presence on the battlefield, perhaps?"

"Soul this, soul that, is there really no vampire that ever did anything reasonable in history besides Angel?" Harmony said. She shook her head violently, managing to change back to human again.

"Come to think of it, Spike can usually manage to stick to a deal," Buffy said. "He still eats people and causes trouble though."

"I think it's probably just the way he was raised," Joyce said. "If you just give Spike a chance he isn't so bad." She looked at Harmony, and stepped around a now flummoxed Giles. "I'm sure you can stay on the straight and narrow if you put your mind to it dear."

"Truly prosocial behavior from an unmodified vampire would be unprecedented," Giles said. He didn't seem to want to question Buffy's judgement, but pressed on, "Are you truly certain-"

"Nope. Not certain at all," Buffy said. "But she's earned a chance for probation at least, even if we might have to make with a more solid thing long term."

"Harmony, the good vampire without a soul, a warrior so trustworthy death itself was not her match..." Andrew intoned dramatically. Most of them rolled their eyes, but Harmony herself smiled appreciatively of his effort.

Giles just turned to Willow, sighing. "Don't think I've forgotten about this spell mishap. I trust you've learned to always cast in a well-known and controlled environment in the future?" He looked around the messy office disapprovingly.

"Definitely! Clean room conditions for me, from now on," Willow said. "I did get the spell right for Amy though, it was just interrupted." She looked to check that Amy hadn't gotten away, and luckily Amy hadn't left her enclosure, even though it was still open on top. She gave a sad little squeak as Willow worriedly inspected her and put the top back on, and rubbed her ratty nose against the glass.

"Wait," Joyce said, just paying attention to Amy after all the focus on Harmony. "Is that the girl from earlier this year? I'd thought that turning into a rat and back was just something she did. Has she been a rat all this time?" Joyce was looking a little guilty.

"Reversing someone else's spell safely is complicated!" Willow defended, misinterpreting Joyce's comment.

"Indeed," said Giles. "It's getting late though, and I daresay none of you have eaten properly." He gave Harmony a significant look at that, and she nodded apologetically, fanging out again at the idea of food. "Do we want to move this to a safer location and finish it tonight, or see to our own needs and adjourn until morning?"

Vote:

[] De-rat Amy now before anything else goes wrong. It'll only take another half-hour or so, and who knows how crazy she's going as a rat? And if she's listening to all this somehow she might be devastated by an unnecessary delay.

[] Everyone should probably get food and sleep, de-rat Amy tomorrow. Sleepy casters and hungry vampires are a bad mix for spells. Amy will have to do her run on the wheel for one more night.
 
S3.5E2: Spoils V
[X] Everyone should probably get food and sleep, de-rat Amy tomorrow. Sleepy casters and hungry vampires are a bad mix for spells. Amy will have to do her run on the wheel for one more night.

"Ms. Summers, your 12'o'clock is here," Cynthia said over the phone.

"Send him in," she said, sitting at her desk. She'd dressed a little more professionally today, wearing a black suit jacket and a matching tie.

Her visitor promptly opened the door, and took a seat across from her. "Ms. Summers."

"Mr. Wilkins." Something felt a little off, but Buffy wasn't sure why. He was on her schedule and everything.

He sighed, shaking his head. "I can't say I like what you've done with the place, Buffy. Can I call you Buffy?"


"I'd rather keep it professional, thanks. And I just didn't like using the stuff you'd left lying around. I think I want to go in a new direction." Buffy picked at her tie. She didn't remember buying it.

"I can appreciate someone with vision," he said. "But are you fully committed to yours? Being a leader is all about making hard decisions, and I'm just not sure that you're ready for that kind of responsibility."

"I've been making hard decisions for years," Buffy snapped. She fingered a twisted dagger lying on her desk. "You would remember that, if you really cared!"

"Hey, I don't appreciate that tone, Missy. And I'll have you know I cared about her more than I have about anyone in decades." Wilkins paused, seemingly lost in a memory. "I sort of wanted her to have all this, you know, after I was gone. But maybe that was just me projecting."

"She was never really responsibility-girl," Buffy said, trying to smooth things over.

Wilkins just nodded. "But back to my earlier point, just take a look outside. See where the town is going."

Buffy got up from the desk and opened the shades behind it. She revealed a sunny vista on a crowded beach, filled with familiar faces. She could see her mother and Giles, Cordelia and the Cordettes, a man peddling cheese, and even the Yeti. Everyone was hanging out peacefully and enjoying the day. "Seems fine to me."

"You might want to take a look at this one though. It's a real eye-opener." Wilkins opened the shades on the other side of her corner office, and the outside through that window looked very different. He'd revealed a burning hellscape filled with demons and suffering souls, and the screams of the damned echoed loudly into the office, even though it had been silent before.

Buffy jolted up in her bed, wide awake despite the early hour. She hurriedly checked outside her window, but all she saw was early morning on Revello drive.

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Willow snapped her fingers, and a cascade of red lights spiraled around Harmony before disappearing, leaving the dull basement room only lit by electric lamps. "There. Vegetarian diet for you or else it's 'ow, hiss'!"

After some driving around to get take-out and blood from the butcher's, everyone had gone home and slept, leaving the problem of Harmony locked in an office with a cot until the next day. It wasn't the most secure solution, but it didn't have to last and nobody had had the energy to do any better until morning. Morning was now, and Harmony security was being marginally improved.

"I don't feel any different," Harmony said. "Are you sure it worked?"

"In fact, my assistant has a test all set up." Willow said confidently.

At that, Andrew entered the room with a microwaved cup of blood as well as a larger one of water. "It's lucky the old mayor kept some of this on hand, for emergencies I guess. Getting decently fresh human blood can be a total pain."

Buffy almost asked why he knew that, but decided that it might be better not to know. She'd just found out about all the blood in the downstairs freezer this morning, and wasn't sure what they would even do with it all. She didn't think the hospital would want it back, if that was even where it came from in the first place.

Harmony grabbed the blood mug from Andrew cautiously, and Willow warned her "Only take a little sip, I don't know how strong the effect is."

She made a game effort at holding back for a moment, but then just vamped out and took way more than a little sip. It was practically a gulp. She swished it around for a second confused, and then got an alarmed look on her face and spit it out. "Hot hot hot! Too hot!" She grabbed the water out of Andrew's ready hand and frantically started rinsing.

Willow looked sadly at the new stain in the carpet. "And the clean room was so clean."

"Ow ow ow! Worry about my mouth being clean, what did that do to my teeth?" Harmony fished a hand mirror out of her purse and tried in vain to use it for a bit before she remembered, and chucked it away in frustration, smashing it on the wall. Her mouth had been smoking for a bit but that had stopped, and at least from what Buffy could see there wasn't any serious damage.

"So, no more human blood for Harmony?" Buffy asked. She knew that the whole event was a ruse, the 'test' blood being laced with a little holy water, but wanted to do her part to sell it.

"Not a drop!" Willow said confidently, doing a great job of keeping her poker face. "The results speak for themselves."

Harmony finally got herself back together and shook off her game face again. She didn't like being vampy much, apparently. "If this spell is so easy, why don't you just do it to every vampire you see?"

Willow's eyes went wide for a second and she was about to start stuttering, but Andrew saved the day, "It affects willing targets only. If you actively resist it at all it fizzles out."

Harmony accepted this as standard nerdy lingo and moved on. "I guess that makes sense. So, now that I'm all muzzled, you said something about a mansion?"

"Xander wants to make Crawford street into some kind of base, but it could probably use someone to keep the squatters out." Buffy paused, thinking. "Nonlethally. It has all the vampire accommodations one might desire, helpfully set up by its former occupant." Buffy took a little perverse pleasure in sicking the likes of Harmony and Xander on Angel's old abode. She thought he'd be horrified, and so she wanted to make sure he found out somehow.

"Who actually owns that place anyway?" Willow said offhandedly, as she dustbinned the remnants of Harmony's mirror.

"We do. It turns out that when you don't pay property taxes for a bajillion years, your house is not yours anymore. Old Wilkins used to pick up places like that for cents on the dollar just in case they'd come in handy, according to Ian." She'd sat through more boring lectures about things like that in a week than she'd hoped to in her life, but at least the info was coming in handy.

As Harmony headed out of the room, presumably expecting to go there now, Buffy called after her "Remember daylight. Bright, shiny, lethal."

"Duh." Harmony replied. "Cynthia wanted me to help with some filing. I do work here now." As Harmony left, Buffy wondered if filing had been a standard vampire task before, and if Harmony's 'talents' included anything to do with paperwork. She'd leave that one to Cynthia.

"Amy time?" Buffy asked, looking at her habitat over in the corner.

"Not quite yet. I need to set up the ritual pentagram and everything again, and Giles wanted to be over here to supervise this time. Not that I'm not capable of doing it myself." Willow said. "Plus with the spell gone all disrupty last time, a couple extra benedictions to Circe beforehand might be wise."

"Speaking of the detransformation ritual, I should commence with my own preparations." Andrew said dramatically, leaving as well. A second later, he poked his head back in the door much less dramatically, asking "Did we need Woodland Sage or Common? I always get them mixed up."

"Woodland, Andrew. Always Woodland for furry things," Willow answered.

As he left again, Buffy asked "Do you think we're going to need to pull out bigger guns for Harmony eventually?" She didn't actively mention that the gun they had now was totally false. Harm had good ears, even theoretically across the building.

Willow grimaced. "Messing with that ensouling curse would be really hard. It was made with a specific target in mind; changing the noun genders is the least of what I'd have to do. It's really worse than that, because when I was casting it before I was really 'recasting' it. I could sort of just go with the flow."

"Harmony isn't so flow-congruent?" Buffy said, (ab)using her hard-won SAT knowledge.

"Her gradient is all over the place," Willow replied. "I don't think the original conditions of the curse would even resolve, and who knows what I could replace them with. Plus there's the whole intent thing. This is technically a curse; if it isn't the sort of thing that would 'hurt' vampire Harmony somehow, it might backfire catastrophically. Big rituals are finicky like that. I might be able to come up with something, but I'd have to learn way more about curses and it'd be a ton of work."

"I'll trust you to know what you're doing, Will." Buffy said, then frowned. "I've been monopolizing a ton of your special orientation time with the big recruitment drive and everything, are the parental units OK?"

"It's alright for now, but I am still kind of swamped," she replied. "It's really interesting though! I was looking into the computer science program this week, and they have a huge processor farm and their own heavy-duty internet connection. It made me think of some of the stuff Ms. Calendar used to show me, I could really make some of those spells whiz on that setup!"

"Looking to follow in her witchy footsteps?" Buffy asked. "You were in fine form with the pencils yesterday."

"I dunno. They're a little disappointing against non-vampires." Willow sat down by Amy's cage and popped it open, putting in her finger. Amy gave it a little nuzzle. "There's just so much to do, and so much I want to look at. There are all these new magical texts, and even though they're a little dark, they're also mondo informative and useful. I learned more about invocation cramming to help Amy in the last couple days than I have in months. Wilkins even left all these magical items around, and it feels crazy to just ignore them."

"Or leave them to someone else?" Buffy said mischievously.

Willow pouted. "I guess Andrew's OK, and Jonathan expressed an interest in magic too. Plus there's a few other people we reached out to, and Amy will hopefully be girl-shaped and witchy again." Amy let out a squeak at that, making both of them stop and look. Maybe she really was more conscious as a rat than Buffy had been. "But it's not the same as doing it myself. I kind of wish I could major in magic at UC Sunnydale, but obviously that's a bit of a non-starter."

"Just do what your heart says. I'm sure you'll be successful Willow whatever you try." Buffy said.

"And what about your heart?" Willow said wisely. "It wasn't so long ago you wanted to be all normal-girl, but you've kind of gotten into the wrong kind of summer job for that."

"Trying to be normal girl didn't get me what I really wanted." Maybe if all this had happened a month ago, Angel wouldn't have left. Not that she wasn't totally done with him now. But still. Being mayor of Sunnydale was apparently a pretty vampire-inclusive future, if the events of the past 24 hours had shown her anything. "I mean, there's no guarantee this whole thing will last. By fall there'll probably be a big election and I'll be off to be college student Buffy, with optional slay accessories and write-in major course of study."

Willow just gave her a skeptical look, and Buffy had to admit her prediction was seeming increasingly unlikely. Even her slayer dreams seemed to want her to take this seriously. "If not me, then who, huh?"

"Pretty much." Willow took her hand comfortingly.

"Squeak."

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Next time, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Buffy still has a lot to do to get City Hall shipshape and the town going in the right direction, even if she isn't totally sure what that is yet. The voters should pick what ground they want her to cover next episode. Additionally, Willow's going to take a long-term focus for her magical research this summer, and because the pacing was a little weird this time you'll be deciding that simultaneously. Vote by Task, using the notation I use, and don't forget that approval voting is allowed. The two votes are independent, and don't have to be combined into plans.

What does Buffy do next episode?

[][Buffy] The denizens of Sunnydale have been quiet in response to the change in leadership so far, but Buffy doesn't expect that to last. Digby's probably stirring things up, and various other groups the old mayor kept in check might start looking for a piece of the pie themselves. Buffy's going to make an effort to lay claim to whatever parts of the underworld are worth salvaging, and the rest are on notice for a slaying.

[][Buffy] The information black hole at the police station has gone on long enough. They aren't even making the token effort they used to, much less giving any help with actually dangerous problems, and City Hall has received a number of actual complaints. Buffy's more-or-less official now, and she's going to figure out just what kind of skullduggery is going on there and how to improve the sorry state of the town's patrolmen. Hopefully whatever they're doing instead of working, it isn't too bad.

[][Buffy] City Hall is just getting back to a stable state with the infusion of '99ers, but Buffy is worried that not everyone there is completely on her side. She'll look into the backgrounds and motivations of some of the old staff and even the new hires, as well as look into some of the more mysterious budget items and loose ends she can find. She isn't sure if whatever problems left hiding at City Hall are worth ignoring more obvious issues, but there might still be some corruption, or even holdouts loyal to Wilkins' agenda.

What does Willow focus on? She doesn't have enough time for more than one.

[][Willow] Artifact Magic, starting with figuring out the workings of Wilkins' hoarded supply of esoteric items

[][Willow] Ritual Magic, hopefully including the Ensoulment Curse, using Wilkins' Library of spellbooks

[][Willow] Cybermancy, using computer equipment at UC Sunnydale

[][Willow] Battle Magic, participating with some of the '99ers in training exercises
 
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[X][Buffy] The information black hole at the police station has gone on long enough. They aren't even making the token effort they used to, much less giving any help with actually dangerous problems, and City Hall has received a number of actual complaints. Buffy's more-or-less official now, and she's going to figure out just what kind of skullduggery is going on there and how to improve the sorry state of the town's patrolmen. Hopefully whatever they're doing instead of working, it isn't too bad.

[X][Willow] Cybermancy, using computer equipment at UC Sunnydale


Previously, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

EXT. SCHOOL - DAY
SNYDER: I'm doing everything I can. But you people have to realize that - (as people pass) -- backed up sewer line, this happened in San Diego just last week - (they're gone) -- that we are on a Hellmouth. Sooner or later, people are going to figure that out.
CHIEF MONROE: The city council was told you could handle this job. If you feel you can't... perhaps you'd like to take that up... with the Mayor.

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INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
COP: Back away from the girl! Put your hands up and back away slowly!
BUFFY: But, I didn't --

INT. HALL - NIGHT
-- a bullet smashing the window in one of the doors, just missing Buffy as she takes off out of the building.
The cop speaks into his walkie as the other takes off after Buffy.
COP: All units, we have a fugitive on foot at the high school, homicide suspect, female, blonde, approximately sixteen years old, suspect is very dangerous --

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INT. GILES' APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
OZ: By the way, you're not wanted for murder anymore.
BUFFY: Oh, good. That was such a drag.

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EXT. LODGE - DAY
RORY: (Gesticulating angrily) So you can see why I'm a little agitated: the town seems to be going to the wolves, the Mayor's either dead or missing in action, and the police station won't even take our calls! They just told us they don't have time for 'petty vandalism' right now and hung up! What are our property taxes even paying for?

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S3.5E3: Thin Gold Line

"Ms. Summers, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?" Vanessa had shown up and caught Buffy outside City Hall just as the day was winding down. Long summer hours meant that the sun was still well up in the sky, but City Hall employees old and new were wandering off to experience what little of the Saturday they could. Succession crises didn't take days off.

"I want to preserve the illusion that this was a good day with only good things just a little bit longer. Give me good news," Buffy said.

Vanessa smiled and pulled an open envelope out of her oversized handbag, stuffed with official looking documents. "You've officially been notarized by Sacramento as acting mayor of Sunnydale until the special election, even though the case of Richard's 'disappearance' is still open."

Buffy took the envelope and paged through its mysterious contents, full of dense type and important looking signatures. She supposed her signature was important now too. "I'm not even surprised this happened so fast. I'm more surprised it happened at all. Do they even know I'm 18?"

"Under most circumstances, an 18 year old unilaterally appointed mayor by the sole remaining city counselor would have probably been a little more difficult to get by the censors," Vanessa said. "It isn't about what you do in politics though, it's about who you know, and I happen to know a lot of the right people, even outside this deathtrap of a city." She smiled a savage little old lady smile.

"It's a major burden off my shoulders," Buffy said. "I think I'm going to have enough trouble with demons questioning my legitimacy, at least I won't be dealing with it from humans too."

"We can only hope. That brings me to the bad news though." With that, she pulled an even thicker folder out of the same handbag and gave it to Buffy. "The police are off the reservation, and it's getting worse by the day. That's a folder of complaints just from the past week; letters, transcripts, there's even a photo or two in there. The police aren't just ignoring their jobs anymore, they're an active detriment. The main question left is whether Chief Monroe has lost control of his force or if this is all his doing."

Buffy paged through this too, and it was definitely clear it was bad. There was stuff about spurious tickets, illegal search and seizure, and even people suspicious of worse. Any of the complaints alone could've maybe just been a disgruntled citizen, but the weight of all of them together definitely said troubling things.

Buffy's impulse was to run down and do some policing of her own right away, but Vanessa cautioned her, "Now, as bad as it is, I still don't think you should go off half-cocked. Whatever you are, the police station is still a clubhouse full of self-important men with guns, so a bit of forethought is in order here, I'd say."

"Do you think I should gather a big gang of … investigators?" Buffy winced. "I don't really have much experience in doing things all legally. More like 'you bad', 'I slay!'"

"There are a lot of ways you could approach it. Going with some backup will probably help you push them around, and the more evidence you have to throw in their faces the better. I'll even come along myself when you're ready to go, just to watch Monroe squirm. Just make sure you have all your angles planned out before you get there, he's a slippery pig."

"You're right. I have a pretty speckled past with Sunnydale P.D. on top of all this too." Buffy narrowed her eyes. "If it's thinking to be done though, I know just the girl for the job." Willow had left a few minutes ago, but she was sure she could still catch her if she ran.

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"I figure, when life gives you computers, make computeraide," Willow said. Willow had made a call when Buffy caught her last night, and set up a trip to UC Sunnydale to hack into the police department. Buffy figured that more information before pulling the trigger wasn't a bad way to go.

"My Willow, always an improviser." Oz was driving them out to UC Sunnydale's campus in his van. It wasn't an unwalkable trek, but it would've been a bit of a reach, especially moving at speeds Willow could handle. Buffy wondered if she'd be able to cop rides from people working at City Hall come the fall.

"Really, even without the magic part it's pretty cool," Willow continued. "Neither of you has declared a major yet right? You should both totally give the old Babbage machines a try. They're the wave of the future."

"I'm not sure I'm a good enough academic swimmer for waves Will," Buffy said. "Maybe like, small ripples."

"Hey! Don't be all humble-girl, your SATs totally said different." Willow turned to Buffy now, a scolding expression on her face. "The only reason your grades weren't that great is you needed to spend so much time slaying instead of studying."

"And now I have not only slaying, but mayoring. I'm skeptical of my academic prowess this year." Buffy had been worrying about how she would square the circle of what amounted to three full time occupations come September.

"A lot of people work their way through school, but yeah, it is a bit much." Willow admitted. "Maybe you could talk to the Dean about scaling your credit hours back? Or even some other accommodation? I mean, you are the freaking mayor of his town, I'm sure you can work something out."

"I'm not sure I want to go down Wilkins' path of corruption and favor trading, Will." Buffy did kind of wish all this had somehow happened when Snyder was still her principal though. Being able to make threats to him aside from the pointy ones would've been really satisfying.

"Don't look at it as corruption, look at it as official business," Willow said. "That's how I got the lab time today. No waiting list for an 'official city hall feasibility study'.

"What are we studying the feasibility of?" Oz asked.

"Hacking into the police mainframe of our own city, apparently," Buffy replied.

"I left it vague," Willow said.

Shortly, they arrived and headed into UC Sunnydale's computer building. The open floor was filled with rows of computers for the student body, but they were mostly empty given that it was a summer Sunday. Willow quickly led them to the back, clearly knowing the ins and outs of the place despite having been involved with it for less than a week. There was a stereotypical grad student with glasses and ponytail presumably guarding a closed door, but actually immersed in whatever he was working on with his own computer.

"Hi Max, We're here for the 9 o'clock slot," Willow said. "Willow Rosenberg, Buffy Summers, and Daniel Osbourne." Buffy cringed a bit hearing what time it was, and mourned her precious sleep schedule.

He started, looking up quickly, and then down at a clipboard. "Oh, the official thing. Are you the new mayor's daughter?" he asked Buffy.

Buffy was becoming resigned to permanent and total confusion between her and her mother. "I'm actually the mayor. Acting mayor."

He blanched. "Oh, I'm sorry miss, Ms. mayor I mean." He waved them through. "You don't look a day over twenty-five," he said apologetically.

Buffy had taken half a cue from her dream and dressed a little more professionally, though maybe she'd gone too far. "Thanks? I think."

As they entered the room and Willow sat down in front of a terminal, Buffy commented "I'm not sure what part of that interaction was the most awkward."

"He checked you out at the end too," Oz said.

Buffy just shook her head resignedly and pulled out a seat, while Oz just stood behind her and put his arms over Willow's shoulders. She nestled back into him as she dug a floppy disk out of her backpack. "I put this all together last night to save time today. I just need to run the program on the bigger system here, add magic, and stir."

A black window full of text opened on the screen, and Willow's typing fell into a rhythmic pattern. Lots of nonsense stuff was flying past really fast and Buffy couldn't really see what she was doing, but her face was scrunched up in a serious look, and Buffy's sharp eyes could tell that some of her keypresses were simultaneous, almost as if she was playing a piano instead of a keyboard.

Oz seemed to fall into the silence easily, and Buffy wanted to fill it with something other than clicking noises but was afraid of disrupting Willow's concentration. The minutes stretched on, and just as Buffy was about to take a risk and say something, Willow's work on the keyboard reached a crescendo and she said "Done!"

"Great!" Buffy said. "So we're in their whatever now and can see all their stuff?"

"No and yes," Willow said confusingly. "The police are actually setup as part of the statewide system, and their security isn't bad. Forcing my way in would take a cracked password or a forced backdoor. But the beauty of having all this computing power available is I don't have to even get in."

She opened up a few windows, covering the screen with maps and databases. "What I did was use the principle of sympathy to create a mirror of it, kind of like scrying. Some of the details can get distorted, and obviously we can't edit anything, but we can't get caught either, and it's sort of technically not even illegal!"

"That's good Will." Buffy was a little worried at how much sense that had made. She might get sucked into a computer class after all. "What do we have on them though?"

"Well, this does seem to corroborate a lot of the complaints," she said. "No call records or investigation backlogs, lots of 'drug busts' recently and nothing logged into actual evidence, and they totally have a ticket scam going. We should make a public announcement quick to send all ticket proceeds to City Hall instead of the police. I'm looking for something new though."

Willow paused for a bit, then put a map alongside one of the spreadsheets. "Hmm. Oz, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

Oz nodded. "Lots of smoke, no fire."

"I thought this was the police department we were looking at," Buffy joked.

Willow just explained "These maps are supposed to be for analyzing crime patterns, but the hotspots aren't matching up with the crimes recorded in the database. I think they must be using them to track something else."

"You said the spell might distort things. Can we trust the locations on the map?" Buffy asked.

Willow tilted her hand back and forth. "We can trust them enough. Some of them will be right and some might be off by a house or two, but the discrepancy is definitely real."

"Well this was definitely helpful," Buffy said. "Can we print-" she was cut off by the sound of a printer revving up behind her.

"I'll save the essentials of the database mirror too, so we can look at it again from anywhere if we need to," Willow said, making a few clicks, snapping her fingers a couple times, and popping out the floppy again.

Buffy wasn't sure what to do next. At this point, she had plenty of evidence, and could round up a mob of minions to come with her and engage the police department in person. On the other hand, she could try searching some of the locations on the map to find out more, either alone or with backup.

A/N: OK, in the interest of not confusing the vote counter for what is a complicated vote, we're going to try things a little differently. Voting is by task, and stunts will be inside a separate task to keep them contained and not confusing the counts.

Willow is busy for the rest of the day, and if you go to the police station with minions at all, Vanessa Waters and a host of less important extras will come along for free. Choose up to three other named people to be available to accompany Buffy today, or choose to send her alone (alone would need the plurality of all minions votes.)

Both categories have their own votes for minions and stunts, but obviously only one category for Buffy will win, invalidating the other. You can still vote for stuff in the other category even if you don't vote for it.


[][Buffy] Buffy heads to the police station to confront Chief Monroe and his rogue department directly.
[][Buffy] Buffy goes around town investigating interesting locations on the map.

[][MinionsPolice] Buffy goes alone
[][MinionsPolice] Xander
[][MinionsPolice] Oz
[][MinionsPolice] Giles
[][MinionsPolice] Cynthia
[][MinionsPolice] Ian
[][MinionsPolice] Joyce
[][MinionsPolice] Anya
[][MinionsPolice] Jonathan
[][MinionsPolice] Percy
[][MinionsPolice] Andrew
[][StuntPolice] (Write in)

[][MinionsMap] Buffy goes alone
[][MinionsMap] Xander
[][MinionsMap] Oz
[][MinionsMap] Giles
[][MinionsMap] Cynthia
[][MinionsMap] Vanessa
[][MinionsMap] Ian
[][MinionsMap] Joyce
[][MinionsMap] Anya
[][MinionsMap] Jonathan
[][MinionsMap] Percy
[][MinionsMap] Andrew
[][StuntMap] (Write in)
 
S3.5E3: Thin Gold Line II
[X][Buffy] Buffy goes around town investigating interesting locations on the map.

[X][Minions] Oz [X][Minions] Jonathan [X][Minions] Andrew


"This is so exciting! An epic fellowship on a desperate quest to restore law and order to our fair city, with only a mysterious map to guide our way." Andrew was providing both commentary and optimism, and to be fair, there wasn't much of that to go around. Buffy kept reminding herself that he'd been useful in the maze.

"This map is mysterious all right," Jonathan said. "I'm pretty sure the last street we tried to find on it didn't even exist." Jonathan had been very impressed with Willow's spellwork as their mission began hours ago, but a string of bizarre failures had rendered him more skeptical as time went on. He'd tried to maintain his enthusiasm, but the search for 'Flenham street' had been wearying for them all (except maybe Andrew.)

"Willow did say the spell wasn't the best for detail work." It just also happened to not be second or third best. Buffy glanced back down at the map in question she'd been using to direct Oz from the shotgun seat in the van. He'd been his usual unflappable self the whole time, and still seemed to have a quiet confidence that the mission would find something.

Eventually, she decided on another promising tickmark. "This one is pretty nearby, and I've patrolled past some of these abandoned warehouses near it before so I think it's actually there. Oz, go left."

After a few more turns, they got to the location on the map, and this one actually seemed pretty consistent with what was pictured. They parked on the deserted road and Buffy led the group forward to the rusted rolling door.

"157 Spinner. Just as predicted," Oz said. He'd brushed off a plate by the side of the door with the address on it, and had a satisfied look on his face.

"Finally, the party reaches the gates of the dungeon. But they must beware! All manner of terrifying creatures are afoot in these lands," Andrew said. At this point, people were mostly just ignoring him.

Buffy reached for the bottom of the door expecting a bit of a struggle, but she was surprised when it rolled up and away smoothly. "Huh, not even locked."

The interior of the warehouse was dark, and Jonathan handed out flashlights to everyone to light their way. "Doesn't seem like anyone's inside."

"I think someone was here today though," Oz said. "Smells like cigarettes and shoe leather."

"They'll probably be back then, if they left the place open," Buffy said. She contemplated setting an ambush or something, but they'd already spent too much time going in circles. It could be hours before they came back. And even if they did, Buffy was the mayor now. She shouldn't have to ambush them. She could just be authoritative at them or something. "But whatever, we'll deal with that if it happens. Split up, search the place."

The inside of the warehouse was cavernous but mostly empty. There were some rusting hulks of machinery scattered about and a couple old shipping containers sitting around, but aside from that it was bare to the walls. Buffy wondered how many places like this were just sitting around rotting in Sunnydale. It seemed bad for the city.

She poked into one of the shipping containers. It had apparently contained lightbulbs, but someone had been through it already, with lots of cases tossed around and some more opened up and scattered about. The sheer waste of it was a little irritating, moreso because it was clear there wasn't anything special here. She remembered arguing over lightbulbs at the budget meeting just days ago, the things definitely weren't free. Just as she was contemplating gathering a bunch of the still intact ones into Oz's van, Jonathan called out "I think I might have something!"

The rest of them gathered around, and Jonathan showed them an oversized manhole near the back of the warehouse. From the looks of some nearby crates scattered around, it might have been hidden before, but it was exposed in plain view now. Jonathan had removed the rather large steel cover from it, but underneath that was another more solid looking covering with some kind of large and nasty locking mechanism placed across it. It was battered and scratched up, but still looked secure. Jonathan was poking at it but didn't seem like he was able to make any progress.

"I think the guy was here," Oz said. "Seems like he wasn't a big fan of this door."

"He was truly stymied by this clever puzzle," Andrew said. "He couldn't solve the riddle, and tried to get at its secrets with brute force!"

Jonathan wasn't paying the peanut gallery a lot of attention, and just kept working at the mechanism. "It's almost like something's missing. There's nowhere to put a key or enter a combination, just a lot of sharp edges and a sliding bit."

Buffy considered the lock; it looked well made, but old, and it wasn't really that big or thick. "Give me some space. Maybe I can just rip this thing off. Brute force has its uses."

Jonathan scrambled out of the way and Buffy positioned herself to get a good grip. The moment she grabbed it though, it seemed to slip on its own and cut her. "Yikes!" She moved her hand back to suck on her finger, but even as she did, the lock grinded around in a spiral motion and opened itself.

"An offering of blood often smooths the way. Excellent thinking, fearless leader!" Andrew said.

"Don't think it was intentional," Oz said.

"Yeah, it's like it was jonesing to nip on me in particular." Buffy took a look at her finger. The cut was pretty minor and the bleeding had already stopped, but the mystical mojo going on was vaguely worrying.

"Well, however it happened, it's open now. We might as well take a look." Jonathan said, though he didn't make any move to actually open it.

Buffy swung the cover open and revealed a dark storeroom below. It seemed to mostly be filled with crates, though there were a few loose books sitting around too. Buffy jumped down, ignoring the small ladder, and put her light on one of the books. The dull white cover read 'Osseum Necroz'.

"Cheery place here. Must've really thrown someone's back out all these moving down." Buffy hoped there was something actually useful in them, but had a sneaking suspicion this was just a big old pile of gross magic stuff. She popped the top of a crate, and yup, sure enough, it was a crate full of giant teeth. She knew someone probably would want them, but she almost wished it was just more lightbulbs.

"Oh, are those teeth?" Andrew was apparently in favor of teeth over lightbulbs, from his optimistic tone. He scrambled down the the ladder and looked into the crate next to her. "Wow, I don't know what species they are, but they're really something. You can do a lot with teeth. Wow! And this is one of the Necroz tomes. Those are really rare, this must be like, a cache of magic bone stuff!"

Andrew was trying to open up another crate when they were both distracted by a shout from above, "Hey! Who's in there!" an angry voice echoed down.

"Official City Hall warehouse inspection," said Oz.

"This is already official, official police business! And you're just some kid!" The voice wasn't convinced.

"Andrew, hide down here," Buffy whispered, and then she headed up carefully. She'd need to play it cool if she didn't want a disaster up there, and she thought she recognized that voice.

"Just hold your horses up there," she called up as she ascended the short ladder. "This might be police business, Detective Stein, but that's my business too now." She was thankful for dressing up a bit today now, though the detritus of the warehouse hadn't done her outfit any favors.

Climbing out, she saw it was indeed Detective Stein harassing Oz and Jonathan. He had a uniform with him, it looked like they'd brought along a jackhammer or something. Apparently everyone but her was really into magic bones.


"Oh, really. Now the local gang leader thinks she's all official because she's occupying City Hall." Stein was apparently unimpressed with her impersonation of a calm, adult authority figure.

She put her hand to her head, not entirely faking nursing a headache. "People keep assuming that for some reason. A girl works out a little bit, and suddenly she must be a rogue element outside the law."

"It has less to do with your doping habits and more to do with all the bodies that tend to pile up at your feet." Stein said dismissively. "Ted Buchanan, Kendra Young, and even the deputy mayor, Allan Finch."

"I didn't kill any of those people," Buffy said, more frustrated by the second with this encounter. "Well, I killed something calling itself Ted, but it was just a robot. I have a feeling you know a little more than you like to let on about things like that, detective, digging around in warehouses for magical skeletons."

A greedy look passed over Stein's face when she mentioned the cellar's contents, and he eyed the open manhole behind her carefully, then exchanged a look with his partner. "We can debate past history until we're blue in the face, but maybe this isn't the time," he said. "If you kids just go on your way, we'll collect our evidence and we can forget this encounter ever even happened."

"What is this even supposed to be evidence of?" Jonathan interjected boldly. "It looks like you just came here to steal! Are you looting the whole city? We need these resources to actually fix this place for the people who live here!"

Stein's partner responded "You can't imagine the grand purpose we're serving! She-"

Stein elbowed him and cut off anything else, but narrowed his eyes and put his hand on his gun. "You can all get out of our way, or you can all be under arrest. Doesn't matter any to me."

"Look, detective." Buffy said, crossing the short distance between them and getting up in his face. "Maybe you didn't get the memo. I'm not just unofficial Annie Oakley out there anymore, I'm actually in charge of this mess we call a city. It's a hundred and ten percent official, whether I wanted it to be or not, and yet here you are, making a nuisance of yourself and causing problems. Now what is it? Is this some kind of cult you've gotten yourselves into? Is our police department such a disgrace that you can't even properly stay out of my hair while I'm trying to put out other fires?"

Stein backed up a step as she confronted him, looking more defensive now. "You can't fight the law, Summers, even if you think you can fight me." She heard the click of a gun and flinched, ready to dodge, but it wasn't on her.

Stein's partner had his gun on Jonathan, at point blank range. Somehow she hadn't thought they'd actually be this crazy. Jonathan was cautiously raising his hands and edging backwards.

"They don't seem to be in a listening mood, Buffy," Oz said.

Stein drew his gun now too, with Buffy effectively paralyzed by the danger Jonathan was in. "You just couldn't do this the easy way. I guess you never do. Let's all take a ride back to the station."

Vote:

[] Buffy waits for the first decent opportunity, and makes her move to disarm the uniform with a gun on Jonathan. She's pretty sure she's fast enough, and things are just going to get more dangerous once they're totally surrounded back at the police station.

[] Buffy and her friends let themselves be taken in to try to figure out what exactly is going on. This isn't how she envisioned the night going, but it's a way inside, and it's not like police this crazy are going to just let her waltz in under other circumstances anyway. Andrew can probably stay hidden and tell everyone else what happened
 
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S3.5E3: Thin Gold Line III
[X] Buffy waits for the first decent opportunity, and makes her move to disarm the uniform with a gun on Jonathan. She's pretty sure she's fast enough, and things are just going to get more dangerous once they're totally surrounded back at the police station.

"So, tell me more about your cult." Buffy knew she could work their way out of this soon enough; it was just important to keep the dirty cops talking as much as she could. It'd distract them, and might even reveal more about whatever annoying weird thing was going on today. "Do you have to be an actual police officer, or can anyone just join? Are there sign-up sheets?"

"Only the chosen may serve Vendoat the Gold! Your flippancy is an insult." Stein's partner seemed a little less with it, but possibly more fanatical. Good and bad.

Stein pulled out a pair of cuffs left-handed while keeping his gun on her. "Let me put these on you and we can talk all you want." They looked like flimsy toys compared to the chains Angel had kept around for his various purposes.

Buffy obligingly put her hands forward as she continued, "How do people get chosen though? I've been chosen already, does that count?"

"Behind your back!" Stein demanded, waving them angrily.

This was a little riskier. Buffy slowly turned around, keeping her eyes locked on Oz. She was pretty sure he would give her a signal if Stein just decided to cap her in back, and hopefully she could react in time. She didn't think that was his play though; he seemed to be following his police reflexes despite the strange situation.

Turning around did let her get a better look at the officer holding Jonathan at gunpoint. "So what's your name anyway? I figure a mayor should try to get to know her constituents." She felt Stein fumbling around with her hands trying to cuff her as she talked.

He hesitated to answer, and Jonathan was still a bit too intimidated to participate, but Oz backed her up, "She's really a people person. She asks what she can do for you, and for Vendoat."

Weirdly enough, that did the trick. "I'm Derrick." He paused after that a little awkwardly. "There's this traffic sign on Maple Street where it goes by Restfield, something must have got it at some point and it really needs replacing. My niece lives by there."

"Oh, I know that one!" Buffy said. "You're totally right, I remember sticking a vampire on the little stump of it last month. It's been broken at least that long."

"Yeah, it's down to one of those cut off stump things," he agreed.

"It's criminal that nothing's been done already," she said. "I'll definitely-"

"You won't do anything, because you'll be in jail, where you belong!" Stein yelled. He'd finally finished with her handcuffs, and got out another pair, moving towards Oz. He seemed a little unsure where he should point his gun for a second, and finally settled on keeping it on her, moving in an arc to get to Oz and gesturing at him with the new handcuffs.

"So," Buffy continued on cheerily, "That's what you need from the city, what does Vendoat need? Maybe we can help her together."

"Well, Vendoat mainly needs wealth to grow larger, she's very hungry," Derrick replied. Then realizing something, he frowned, "She probably wouldn't want the city to spend anything on the sign repair actually, she would want the money for herself."

"Can you please stop spilling all our secrets?" Stein complained.

"Well, it's not like they're going anywhere anyway," Derrick said. "Maybe she really wants to help. Vendoat is pretty great."

Stein was looking pretty frustrated. "Obviously she doesn't want to help, you dolt. We were arguing-" He was interrupted though, by an unholy crash and clatter from the manhole, like a gigantic pile of legos falling over. He managed to keep his composure, but Derrick spun to look, and spun his gun around at the opening fearfully. Go time.

Buffy flashed into motion, snapping the chain on the cuffs like a twig and dashing for Derrick. Stein squeezed off a wild shot, but it missed her by feet and Oz was wrestling him for the gun before he could do anything else.

Derrick saw Buffy coming and didn't really manage to decide if he should aim for her or Jonathan before she got there, tearing the gun right out of his hands with a crack and elbowing him hard in the gut. He was knocked to the floor and stayed down as Buffy pivoted to get to Stein and Oz.

Oz wasn't a big guy, but he was pretty strong for his size. Stein hadn't made any progress by the time Buffy got there and separated them like children, grabbing Stein's gun away as she dropped the other and jamming him back against the wall one handed. She was careful not to use her full strength; she didn't want to break him (much.)

"Well, wasn't that a fun little activity," she said sarcastically. "Get to know your local corrupt cops as they cuff you at gunpoint. Maybe I should introduce it at the schools as a learning initiative."

Oz helpfully grabbed up the other gun, as well as the handcuffs Stein had fumbled in the struggle. He helpfully walked over and used them to secure Derrick, who still hadn't gotten up, but was already starting to make noises, so he was probably fine. Jonathan still seemed a little dazed. Buffy supposed looking down a gun barrel might've felt a little more real than fighting a horde of vampires.

Stein wasn't bothering to struggle much, but she had half an eye on his hands in case he tried to reach for anything cheeky on his belt. "The department will know I'm missing," Stein said, coughing a bit in her light choke-hold. "They'll come after me."

"Guess we'll have to come after them first," Buffy said flippantly.

"Hey guys." Andrew's voice sounded from the open manhole. "Can I come up now?"

"Sure," Buffy said. "You have an interesting definition of hiding."

"I was looking for something I could help you guys with. I didn't mean to knock over the crate," Andrew said. "Bones are really loud."

"Yes they are, Andrew." Buffy rolled her eyes. Well, it could've gone worse.

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When they got back to City Hall, Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were summarily divested of their gear, handcuffed to a desk, and locked in an office. They stopped talking after the tables turned, and nobody was sure what else they could do with them. Buffy was despairing a bit that even though she'd inherited this place from Wilkins, she was probably the one who was going to need to put in a dungeon.

"So they've been inducted into some kind of cult?" Giles asked. People had congregated in the conference room to debate what to do. There were less books than the library had had, but the skylight at least let in some dusky illumination.

"Following a 'Vendoat the Gold'," Jonathan said. "Detective Stein was being pretty cagey about it, but his partner couldn't seem to say enough about her."

"A most unusual name," Giles said. He got up as if to check his references, then looked around and sat back down disappointedly.

"Hey! Maybe Vendoat is a common name in her family. People's names should be verboten of mockery," Buffy said.

Giles just shook his head. "In any case, it seems some form of mind control is a strong possibility. I would expect corruption from the organization, but this level of blatant disregard for the law combined with the veneration of a mysterious figure is very suggestive."

"The name wasn't the weirdest part," Oz said. "Apparently she needed to grow. The kind of growth that comes from being hungry for wealth."

"Well, at least she isn't hungry for people," Xander said. He'd scrambled back from Crawford Street for the meeting. "I see it as a welcome change."

"Still haven't eaten anyone," Harmony said in an annoyed tone. She'd come in Xander's car, riding unglamourously in the trunk. "A couple of those guys from training today sort of deserved it though. So handsy!"

Giles ignored the byplay, "Wealth, you say? For growth? It could be a Rusting Demon or one of several types of dangerous ooze, however," He paused, dramatically. "I believe the most likely common denominator between that and mind control is a dragon."

"A dragon!" Xander asked. "Like, giant flying fire breathing lizard of doom?"

"It may not yet be very large, especially given we haven't noticed it yet, though in optimal conditions some varieties can grow very quickly," Giles said. "From the osseomancy supplies you located, much of Wilkins' wealth is in the sort of valuable and esoteric items that allow for that kind of speed. If the police have already recovered other stashes, we may have little time to waste."

"So, dragonslaying. I guess I haven't gotten to do that one yet," Buffy said dryly. "And speed dragonslaying too. I always wanted to speed skate, this could be the next best thing."

"Getting at it could be kind of tricky," Xander said. "It's easy enough for a slayer like Buffy to dodge one or two shooters, but if the police are guarding their station at all competently they're watching all the entrances and could even have kill zones set up. It'll be a nightmare to attack."

Vanessa coughed from her seat by Ian, injecting herself into the conversation, "Well, I definitely can't help you slay a dragon, but we do have a solution to your police problem." She unfolded some old yellowed plans onto the table.

"Richard may have had the police bought and paid for, but he didn't trust them either," she said, as Ian indicated a specific place. "He apparently had a secret sewer entrance built into the station when it was constructed in the fifties; Ian found it when investigating possible boltholes. We hadn't been sure if the police had discovered it, but we can't find any mention of it in the files we were given, and the room it accesses seems to just be used for long-term storage now, from the mentions we could find."

Buffy walked over and gave the plans a close look. "OK, seems like a plan. I trespass, I sneak, I slay. Good work you two."

"Do you really think you should go in alone, Buff?" Xander asked. He looked at his sling and grimaced. "I mean, I probably shouldn't be going to help you, but-"

"I'm afraid anyone else would just get in her way." Jonathan said. "She was so fast in the warehouse it was almost like she could dodge bullets. If she had to worry about other people it might just get her hurt. The cops are smart enough to use us against her." Everyone paused at that, clearly unhappy.

"I could go." Harmony said.

"You're volunteering?" Buffy asked.

Harmony shrugged. "Bullets aren't exactly going to do much to me. I can be useful as more than a training dummy."

Giles started to speak, stopped, and then decided to say something after all, "That isn't entirely true. You could find yourself severely disabled by a shot to the head or a joint, and even barring that, the pain of a gunshot wound could be incapacitating. Guns aren't reliable or optimal weapons against vampires, but they aren't useless either."

Harmony hesitated, but said, "Well, at least they won't kill me, and I'm faster now. They won't be able to use me as a hostage or anything."

Buffy looked her up and down. "Are you sure you can control yourself? These cops are humans, and might even just be mind controlled into all this. We don't want any of them hurt. Too badly."

"I'll be gentle," Harmony said. "Uncross my heart." She started making a weird sign over her chest with her hand, but got confused and gave up midway through.

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[] Harmony can hopefully be trusted not to kill anyone, and Buffy shouldn't go to fight a probable dragon in hostile territory without support. Buffy and Harmony infiltrate the police station together.

[] If Harmony loses control it could be a disaster, and she's still pretty inexperienced. Buffy will be more stealthy without her tagging along, and less will be able to go wrong. Buffy goes in alone.
 
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[X] Harmony can hopefully be trusted not to kill anyone, and Buffy shouldn't go to fight a probable dragon in hostile territory without support. Buffy and Harmony infiltrate the police station together.

"You're sure you had enough blood right? This could be kind of tricky, I want you in prime fighting shape." Buffy chose not to mention that she also didn't want Harmony hungry around humans in the heat of battle.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I actually don't like having too much of it, it makes me feel kind of bloated." Harmony followed Buffy through the sewers as they talked. Harmony's senses were a little better in the dark, but Buffy had been tromping around in Sunnydale's sewers for years and had a better idea where they were going. "Can vampires get fat? That would suck, totally a reason to cut back on blood."

Buffy boggled a bit at the idea. "I don't think so? I've seen some fat vampires in my day, but they were all fledges. I think they were probably that way before. I wonder why none of them ever grow up to be older, now that you mention it."

"The way Xander talks it sounds like that's pretty hard." Harmony said. "Surviving, I mean. Lots of weak minions around all the time, but he could count the number of big name old vampires on his hands."

"And yet here you are," Buffy said. Fighting dragons was pretty dangerous even for a slayer.

"I know, it seems stupid right?" Harmony's voice cracked a little bit. "But it's just, everything is so exciting now. I've got all these new senses and instincts and it's like, I was dead before and now I'm alive, instead of the reverse. I could have just stayed quiet and manned a desk tonight but I didn't want to, you know?"

Buffy wasn't sure how to respond, so she was quiet for a while as they traveled through the Sunnydale undercity. Was it weird that more than anyone, Harmony reminded her of Jonathan right now? She knew she was biting off more than she could chew, but she couldn't stop herself. Did their lives suck so bad in the normal world that they couldn't stop from throwing themselves into this? Harmony had seemed happy before, in her own terrible way, but Buffy hadn't really known her.

And Jonathan had almost gotten shot today. Was bringing Harmony into this really a good call? She wasn't another slayer or a hundreds year old master, she was just a fledgling, and could easily get herself dusted in a fight like this. She wasn't human, she didn't have a soul, but something in Buffy felt a little sick at thinking of Harmony as some expendable shield to be ruined and thrown away. She'd just have to try to keep an eye on her.

"OK, I think this is it," Buffy said. There was a smaller tunnel going off the main branch, and it led to a dead end about twenty feet down. She wasn't deterred however, and put her both hands against the brickwork, searching for the specific pair that the plans had indicated. After a little messing around, she got it, and both bricks clicked in with a snap. The wall to their side swung open a little bit before stopping.

Buffy peeked through the crack and saw a dusty storeroom full of all sorts of random stuff. The trick wall was caught behind a shelf, so she reached through and carefully pushed it out of the way, making room for her and Harmony to get inside. They carefully moved around the roomful of accumulated crap until they reached a door, its underside bright with light from the hall outside.

Buffy got out her pair of dark sunglasses, and motioned for Harmony to do the same. Giles had thought dragon mind control was based on eye contact, and this was the best solution they'd been able to come up with. There were at least some straps attached made out of hair bands to keep them on during a fight, despite Harmony's complaints that they looked really stupid. The only other concession to dragonslaying the group had been able to come up with was a trusty short sword Giles had lying around, one shaped a little like a gladius. It would be agile enough to use in close quarters and could give Buffy great stabbing power to get through toughened scales. Harmony was unarmed due to a lack of appropriate skills, but vampires always had supernaturally sharp teeth to compensate.

"Can you hear anyone on the other side of the door?" Buffy whispered. She couldn't, but her senses weren't really the best at that kind of thing.

Harmony concentrated with her ear to the door. "I think I can hear some clicking, kind of far away. Nobody is close enough for me to make out a heartbeat."

Buffy took a chance, cracking the door and letting it slide open a bit, peeking through from the darkness. The storage room opened up to the end of an empty hallway, and she and Harmony quietly snuck out into the light, sticking to the wall. Most of the doors were closed, but one was left open, and Buffy could hear the clicking now too; someone was probably typing on something inside.

Buffy signaled for Harmony to get low, hoping that the desk and whatever the person was working on would be enough of an obstruction. They both went at the same time, scooting by, and stopped on the other side of the door. They heard the typing stop, and looked at each other indecisively, but before either of them decided to do anything it started again. They nodded and continued on.

They reached a T-junction and weren't sure where to go, but just then there was a loud grinding noise that rang down the hall from the left. Buffy was about to poke her head around the corner to check it out, but a voice called out from behind them. "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing down here?"

They turned and noticed that it was the mystery typist, probably drawn out from his room by the same loud sound that had distracted them. Before they could try to lie their way out of the situation though, the policeman shouted, "Summers! You're under arrest!" Without waiting for a response, he drew out a gun and started shooting at them.

Buffy grabbed the still-surprised Harmony and dodged them behind the corner. "I miss being anonymous," she said. "Not a week of being mayor and now everyone knows my face."

"Might just be the signage." Harmony pointed out a wanted poster of her visible on the wall. She was apparently 'very dangerous' again.

"Our cover's blown either way, let's just go," Buffy said, and they ran towards the source of the noise.

It originated in a large room with a heavy door, labeled with 'EVIDENCE'. The door was open, and when they looked inside it was apparent that this was the dragon's lair. It was the size of a lion, but gawkier, with clumsy wings and a long bendy neck, and it was scarfing down what looked like a box of silverware. Three cops were on their knees facing it, though they were scrambling back up in response to the sudden entrance. All around them, piles of stuff were scattered, some reinforced with the remnants of a torn-up cage from the front of the room, and others occupying overturned shelving.


The dragon choked down a last mouthful and looked up at them with a wide eyed glassy stare, as the police got to their feet and the balding older one proclaimed, "Witness the majesty of Vendoat the Gold! Submit to her magnificence and offer all you value, for a 200 percent return in no more than twelve weeks!" He smiled triumphantly, confident in both their obedience and his master's investment plan.

"No no no!" The voice of the dragon was eerily high for a creature so large, almost like a screech. "They're all clouded! All wrong! I'll eat the short one live instead, her worth is great!" The police were surprised by this turn of events and fumbled for their guns, while the dragon leapt into melee with Buffy and Harmony, strangely graceful despite its clumsy appearance.

Harmony quickly grabbed out for a wing that seemed like it was just flailing, but it whipped quickly and knocked her to the side. For her part, Buffy had to dive out of the path of the dragon's snapping jaws, drawing her sword in midair and parrying back a swiping claw as she landed.

"Of all the adjectives you could've used, it had to be short, huh?" Buffy said as she rolled back out of range and back up to a standing position. The dragon pressed the attack on her without responding, making deliberate, powerful attacks with her claws and teeth. Buffy was able to stay out of the way of some of the attacks and use her sword to knock back those she couldn't dodge, but the scales were as strong as advertised, and even in the heavy exchanges her sword was barely leaving scratches.

Meanwhile, Harmony had been distracted by the cops, who decided to direct their fire on her. She wasn't as good at dodging as Buffy was and took a few bullets, but none of them seemed to hit anywhere too important and her first charge landed, pushing one back and slamming him hard into the wall. Harmony grabbed another by the shoulders and looked like she was about to sink her fangs into him, but after Buffy's warning shout of "Harmony!" she changed her course and just headbutted him instead.

The distraction cost Buffy, as the dragon caught her in the head with a wing attack using the superior reach of the appendage. She tripped backward over one of the haphazard piles of boxes and fell back to the ground, dropping her sword as she fell. She scrambled back from the pile as the dragon just burst through it, screaming "Feed me your futures! Compound my value!" Baggies of drugs and pieces of a stereo were knocked to the side in the dragon's wake.

The dragon wasn't her only problem either; more police were arriving in the room, either led by the one they encountered in the hall or drawn by the commotion. All the cover and the dragon herself meant they couldn't get off more than a few potshots at Buffy, but Harmony was starting to have a hard time of it.

Buffy decided the momentum in the fight had to change, and sprung to her feet charging right at the cops. Their surprise bought her key seconds, and quickly she was amongst the crowd at the door. She lashed out around her to thin their numbers, and then retreated back behind the cover of some crumpled shelving as the dragon barrelled in behind her. The dragon was hungry and her pursuit barely controlled; she trampled some more hapless policemen on her way to get to Buffy.

Buffy reached Harmony just as she knocked out the last of the men she was facing with a dangerous-looking blow to the head (at least it wasn't a bite), and both of them turned to face Vendoat's assault. Harmony fared a little better this time, getting inside the dragon's guard and angling to bite at her long neck, but Buffy was still having trouble doing significant damage, especially without her sword. It'd been a long time since she'd traded blows with something that was physically stronger than her, but the dragon definitely qualified, and was armored to boot. She bruised up one of the wings a bit with a whirling kick, but paid for it as the dragon finally caught Harmony in her claws and threw her at Buffy, bowling them both over towards the back of the room.

As they tried to get up in a tangle of limbs, Vendoat seemed to have finally had enough. "Burn sunk costs!" she chanted maniacally, as she reared back and then breathed a cone of fire at the two of them. Buffy threw Harmony to the side in a panic, using the momentum to propel herself backwards, and both of them narrowly escaped the fire. The cardboard boxes against the wall lit off and started burning merrily, and the sprinkler system started spraying water all over the room.

Buffy leaned on her elbow and was about to get up, but a hand surprised her from behind, tearing her improvised assembly of sunglasses and hair bands off her head. Chief Monroe taunted her, "Kids these days, always wearing all sorts of stupid things."

"You have the nerve to say that with a novelty tie?" Buffy backhanded him frustratedly, sending him to dreamland. She pawed through the wet mess on the floor looking for her eye protection, but unfortunately the dragon had seen the exchange, and was on Buffy in a flash.

A vicious blow to her side spun Buffy around, and the dragon's other claw came down hard on her chest, pinning her. Buffy tried to look away, but Vendoat's sinuous neck let her put her big glittering eyes at just the wrong angle, and for a long, stretching moment, Buffy was lost.

Images of shopping sprees and island vacations flashed through Buffy's mind, seeing herself stride along loaded down with all the shiny weapons and intact lightbulbs she could carry. Her grip on reality started to do a 180, but before it could quite get itself around, there was a sudden silence.

The heat of the sun seemed to bake through the chill of the sprinklers, and the feeling of gritty desert sand replaced the wet dust on her palms. While the images she'd seen before had been like a children's cartoon, everything about these new feelings was so real it ached, blaring out reality with their glare instead of trying to cover it up. She knew the sun and she knew the shadow.

There was another voice in her head, and it was both her own and not. As loud as the end of the world, it screamed a single word in defiance, exploding the alien thoughts of the dragon out of her mind completely.

Vote:

[] KILL
[] LIE
[] DEMAND
 
S3.5E3: Thin Gold Line V

[X] KILL

With the sound of the Word, The heat of the desert sun faded away, the shadows retreating with it, and reality came rushing back into focus. In fact, things were somehow a whole lot clearer now.

"Audit! Audit! Audit!" The dragon was whining in her high whiny voice, bouncing her goofy looking head back and forth on her long flexible neck. She still held Buffy down with one heavy claw, the points cutting through her clothing and drawing blood. The dragon's comparatively narrow wrist was exposed and undefended though, left out of position with the rest of her body.

"Will you just shut up already?" Buffy grabbed at the wrist with both hands, wrenching in in just the right way to cause maximum harm, and the dragon's whine turned into a scream. The pressure let up, and Buffy slipped herself under the claw and inside the dragon's reach, following up by launching a full body kick upwards into her chin. She finished a backflip with the momentum and landed on her feet. Vendoat tried to attack with her wings again, but Buffy had anticipated it and was already moving.

The strange grace the dragon had seemed to have before was really just Buffy's inexperience fighting something with her body plan. But a part of her remembered now, remembered what it was to fight something this size, with four claws and two wings and a nasty bite with fire breath. Buffy could see all the flaws in the monster's haphazard style now; for all her physical power, she was really just a newborn. She'd never been in a serious fight before, getting by on a well defended nest and mind controlled cops.

Those cops weren't much help to Vendoat now though. The room was littered with unconscious or badly injured officers, and most of those who had gotten through the battle mostly intact seemed to have fled the room, either because of Harmony's efforts or the dragon's weakening control. A couple were still trying to take potshots at Buffy from around the door, but their narrow angles let her use the dragon herself as cover. They could've 'safely' kept shooting, since their small caliber bullets would never penetrate Vendoat's scales, but they didn't know that, so their fire was stifled.

For her part, Harmony seemed to have learned from her failed melee encounters with the dragon, and was just throwing random things at it from across the room. None of it was heavy or sharp enough to do real damage with Harmony's poor technique, but Vendoat was showing her inexperience again and paid the projectiles some mind, leaving Buffy more openings. She couldn't really afford to be leaving Buffy any.

The slayer's hits were telling now. She wasn't any stronger or faster than she had been, but she instinctively knew how to strike, where to hurt. She could punish vulnerable areas, hit where it mattered despite the armor. This wasn't like her past surges of resolved power fighting the Master or Angelus; she didn't feel invincible. The dragon just seemed clumsy, inefficient, pathetic. Just a child really, if a dangerous one.

Vendoat was getting desperate, and made another mistake. She reared back for another breath attack, but it was too slow a weapon for such a young dragon to use in melee like this. Buffy darted forward and punched her hard in the throat, making her gurgle on her own fumes for a second. While she was disoriented, Buffy grabbed her by the nose and violently pulled down, jarring her head even as she flipped herself over it, narrowly grazing the low ceiling and getting her hair soaked by a near pass with the sprinkler.

She landed in a three point stance, whipping her hair to splash the water out at the cop who now had a clear line of sight to shoot her. The momentary distraction was all she needed to grab her sword back into her hand from the soaked pile of contraband on the floor, and then she was on the move again. Best to end this quickly, before anything else could go wrong.

She engaged the dragon once more, ignoring the half-blind gunshots ringing out to either side of her. Harmony's thrown stereo speaker made Vendoat raise a wing to deflect it, and Buffy punished her for the error by stabbing at the sensitive point just between bone spurs. "Who even taught you about ponzi schemes? Do dragons just know that out of the shell these days?"

The dragon's only answer was a shrill scream, as she pivoted her injured wing away and came at her with her opposite claw. Buffy had seen it coming, and stabbed out, targeting the vulnerable wrist again, as if she'd done it a hundred times before. Her sword struck home, grinding against bone nastily and getting soaked in dragonblood. The mundane steel wouldn't tolerate that kind of treatment for long, but Buffy didn't need much longer to win at all.

Injured on one side and still smarting on the other, Vendoat leaned in for a savage bite, but Buffy flowed around the motion, ending up with her legs draped over the dragon's shoulders. She panicked, and tried to shake her off, but the abrupt move left her eye exposed at just the wrong angle.

Buffy jammed the sword home, directly into the iris and forcing the way through the narrow slot in the skull for the optical nerve. The sword's hilt went in up to the eyeball, and the dragon dropped like a puppet with cut strings. Vendoat the Gold was dead, and Buffy landed smartly astride the corpse. The gunshots had stopped, and the room was quiet but for the sprinkler system and the smouldering remains of the fire.

"Are you done?" Buffy shouted at the door. "Or am I going to have to arrest every cop in this station myself?" A couple bedraggled police slowly came into view after that, hands in the air. Buffy just sighed.

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"So you're saying that you just happened to bring the dragon egg in as suspicious evidence when investigating Wilkins' 'disappearance'." Buffy made some air quotes for that obfuscation. "And then it immediately hatched, and you were all mind controlled for the past week into rifling through the town for valuables to feed to the walking talking investment scam." She had Chief Monroe in the interrogation room, and he was being just as slippery as Vanessa had predicted.

"A likely story," Xander snarked. "Sure, Buffy killed a dragon here, but how do we know you weren't already looting the town to the bedrock before you all got mind-whammied? I'm sure Wilkins didn't leave out his dragon egg to just be picked up in the first place you looked." Xander had had his forming city watch ready to come in and secure all the compromised police after Buffy made them surrender. He had a couple people watching them in holding cells now.

Monroe cringed, leaning back and raising his hands as if to ward off their skepticism. "I know this looks bad, and that some of you in this room may have grudges against me for what happened in the past." He didn't just look at Buffy there, but Vanessa too. "But what could I do? I know about the sort of fishy stuff that goes on in this town, but the mayor gave his marching orders and I followed! If I tried to defy his wishes I would've ended up just as dead as the Deputy Mayor did when he turned against Wilkins."

Buffy and Xander were a little flummoxed by this misunderstanding, but Vanessa didn't know enough about Faith's story to be confused and tore into her old rival, "You went above and beyond any vileness he required of you. I know that before you were around the police at least occasionally tried to save people; how much did the change have to do with your policy of not responding to 'animal attacks'?"

Monroe responded indignantly, "Our officers weren't prepared for that! The mayor wouldn't let me equip them properly for it, and even if he did we could've gotten in even more hot water if we'd ever stepped into his way by accident. What do you think would happen to one of my cops if they killed one of his vampires?"

"And what about your rampant corruption then?" Vanessa said triumphantly, "I've got evidence that your sponging of this city reaches back far longer than this past week. You were only allowed to get away with it so long because you've always been the mayor's lapdog."

"Everything we've done here has been in-bounds," the chief argued. "I know you liberal types don't like civil forfeiture or ticket collections, but those are entirely legal, that's how the government is supposed to operate in this country."

"So are you some paragon of law and order or are you just another helpless victim?" Buffy asked sarcastically. "You can try to hide behind the old mayor's grave all you like, but the fact remains that you've been a bad police chief for everyone here. Do you know how much harder you've made my job for the past three years? Not even just by inaction! A year ago I had police shooting at me when I was trying to save the world from getting sucked into hell. I'm pretty sure not even Wilkins was on board with that."

"You can blame Snyder for that particular fuck-up," Monroe said. "He apparently heard a ruckus in the library and ordered some cops in against procedure. You've been complaining about how we don't interfere with vampires, and that's a great example of how things can go wrong when we do. Besides, it's not like we pursued the case against you for more than a couple days. Once I got wind of how that happened I shut it right down."

"As I remember it Giles was the one who got you to cool your jets," Xander said. "He's probably outside by now along with everyone else, we could go ask him."

"And him coming in was how I read between the lines," Monroe said. "Do you expect me to be psychic? Or maybe I should drop murder cases whenever the perp says she didn't do it?"

"Urgh." Buffy had the urge to hit the interrogation table, but the city could ill-afford to pay for a new table. "Come on guys, we aren't going to get any more out of him. Let him stew in here while we figure out what to do with this mess." She walked out, and Xander and Vanessa followed her lead. Monroe just sat there with a righteous look on his face.

Buffy leaned against the wall outside with a pensive expression. "I don't know what to do. I kind of just want to tear down the whole corrupt organization here and put you in charge Xander. Maybe this could merge into that city watch thing you wanted to make with the '99ers?"

Xander was a little floored at the suggestion for a second, but managed to reply, "I'm a little young to be chief of police, Buffy. Short of experience too, and I'm not even the one among us who scored 'Law Enforcement' at the career fair."

"I'm a little young to be mayor Xander," Buffy said. "You probably have more relevant experience for this than I do for mayoring."

"I'm not saying I wouldn't do it. There'd be a lot of friction though. Not just about me, but between the kids and the cops in general, if we got all mergey with the togetherness." Xander hesitated. "You know how much I hate to be a responsible adult, but maybe the best option is to mostly leave things alone? Chief Monroe is a corrupt coward, but he might be your corrupt coward now. Anyone who saw what you did to that dragon would be a little afraid of you."

"I might have a middle way," Vanessa said. "My nephew grew up in Sunnydale, and he's an actually respectable police detective in San Francisco now, as opposed to the scum like Monroe we have here. He isn't terribly experienced with the night life, but he knows enough to not be surprised, and we could read him in for the job. The officers might be a little less … resentful, at someone being brought in with some years in a uniform already."

Buffy still wasn't sure. On the one hand, she could trust Xander absolutely, and a unified force for keeping the town safe would probably be more efficient. On the other, it seemed a little tyrannical of her to dispose the police chief only to replace him with one of her best friends. The police had been solidly beaten by her today, and she was pretty sure they would mostly stay in line both due to fear and guilt whatever she did. But was that really how she wanted to run things? Who was she going to make the new police chief?

Vote:

[] Chief Monroe might not have been the best thing for the town before, but with Buffy riding herd on him he should be loyal enough. He does know a lot about how the town operates already, and he could probably get the most out of his officers.

[] Vanessa's nephew is probably the best choice. Buffy knows the least about him, but he's likely to be safe enough without getting the cops too demoralized. Plus, anyone Vanessa thinks is good for the job is probably reliable, right?

[] It has to be Xander. The police have the potential to wield too much power and Buffy wants it close at hand. Besides, if Xander merges them with the '99ers forming a city watch, the whole group will be more efficient at controlling low-level supernatural threats.

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S3.5E4: The Triumvirate I
[X] Vanessa's nephew is probably the best choice. Buffy knows the least about him, but he's likely to be safe enough without getting the cops too demoralized. Plus, anyone Vanessa thinks is good for the job is probably reliable, right?

Previously, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

INT. SCHOOL HALL - DAY
BUFFY: So, what's on tap tonight that's so important? Uprising? Prophesied ritual? Preordained death-fest?
XANDER: Ah, the old standards.
GILES: A transport vehicle is delivering a supply of blood to the hospital.
BUFFY: Aha. Vampire meals-on-wheels.
GILES: Well, hopefully not. We should meet in front of the hospital at 8:30 sharp. I'll bring the weaponry.
BUFFY: And I'll bring the party mix.

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INT. BUFFY'S ROOM - AFTERNOON - DAY
JOYCE: How about some soup? Chicken and stars?
BUFFY: Mom. Stop it. Come sit with me.
JOYCE: Well... I've got... laundry...
BUFFY: Why are you...
Buffy gasps.
BUFFY: You had sex with Giles. You had sex with Giles!
Joyce is heading for the door.
JOYCE: It was the candy! We were teenagers!
BUFFY: On the hood of a police car?!
JOYCE: I'll be downstairs! Feel better!
Joyce exits.
BUFFY: (called after) Twice?!

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INT. CITY HALL - UPSTAIRS - DAY
Digby charges in with five minions.
DIGBY: This will never be your town, Slayer!
BUFFY: I like to think of it as our town, really, but we can agree to disagree.

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INT. CITY HALL - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
JONATHAN: I've spread the word to all the '99ers that we've taken over the city, and that we need people to help run it. The response has been pretty positive, at least short term, since most people weren't really doing anything this summer.
XANDER: So we'll be able to staff the hotline and the watch network?
PERCY: I got that. Never could trust the cops around here anyway.
VANESSA: (smirking) They've never been a very inspiring police force.

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INT CITY HALL - CLEAN ROOM - DAY
HARMONY: I guess that makes sense. So, now that I'm all muzzled, you said something about a mansion?
BUFFY: Xander wants to make Crawford street into some kind of base, but it could probably use someone to keep the squatters out. Nonlethally. It has all the vampire accommodations one might desire, helpfully set up by its former occupant. (smiles evilly)
WILLOW: Who actually owns that place anyway? (dustbins mirror fragments)
BUFFY: We do. It turns out that when you don't pay property taxes for a bajillion years, your house is not yours anymore.

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INT. POLICE DEPT - HALL - NIGHT
XANDER: You know how much I hate to be a responsible adult, but maybe the best option is to mostly leave things alone? Chief Monroe is a corrupt coward, but he might be your corrupt coward now. Anyone who saw what you did to that dragon would be a little afraid of you.
VANESSA: I might have a middle way. My nephew grew up in Sunnydale, and he's an actually respectable police detective in San Francisco now, as opposed to the scum like Monroe we have here. He isn't terribly experienced with the night life here, but he knows enough to not be surprised, and we could read him in for the job.


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S3.5E4: The Triumvirate

"So you say you had some kind of vision in response to the dragon's charm?" Giles asked. "Was it like a slayer dream?" He twirled his staff and then came at Buffy with a powerful series of overhand swings, following through with the momentum of the staff to make each at a slightly different trajectory.

"Would be the first one I ever had when I was awake," Buffy was limiting herself to pure dodging in this exercise, and managed to waltz through Giles' attacks even while staying in arms reach of him. "Also kind of shorter and creepier than usual." It had been a few days before she'd been able to get a training session in with Giles; between their two busy schedules and the need for a new location things had kept getting delayed.

Despite its many conveniences, City Hall didn't really have an area for proper training, but Xander's renovations at the Crawford Street Mansion had been moving along well and his Sunnydale City Watch (or 'SDCW!', as he would say) now had the building fully occupied. Buffy had even led the new recruits in some exercises here earlier this week, but this was strictly a slayer/watcher session. Buffy had been a little reluctant to discuss the vision with anyone else; they all had enough going on without getting weirded out by her latest freaky thing.

"I can't say I can think of any records of such a thing. You've resisted hypnosis by The Master and Drusilla in the past, did it feel like that?" Giles had switched up his tactics now, and was coming at her with rapid jabs using the end of the staff, as if it was a spear.

"Vendoat was definitely way better than them at it. Like comparing a dancing bear to a scaly ballerina, she had a whole Saturday morning special's worth of Buffy temptations packed in there." Buffy avoided the strikes by strafing around him now, though she had to reverse direction once when he stabbed out with the staff's back end. "Plus, even when … a vampire gets someone with Hypnosis, they just sort of freeze up right? She had the whole mind control dealy going on, it didn't really wear off of the victims until after she was dead."

"Yes, the effect isn't generally thought of as the same, but it was the best analogy to it that we've faced in the past." Giles paused in his assault. "We really ought to get some real eye protection in case there are any other dragons waiting in the wings for us."

"Already covered," Buffy said. "We returned what was left of the illegally seized evidence to the victims, but some of the hoard was just from old Wilkins stashes the police found. Protective goggles were the first thing on the equipment list we ordered with the proceeds."

"I do hope you didn't sell anything too dangerous." Giles cleaned his glasses worriedly. "I realize the budget is rather strict right now, but-"

Buffy interrupted him, "Don't worry, I don't think all our magic people would let us. You should have seen the way Amy was fawning over some of that stuff the other day. He had some tasty liquid assets too, we spent some of those."

"Yes, of course." Giles went back into a fighting stance. "I should know you have good sense by now. In any case, what were the contents of this protective vision?"

Buffy hesitated. This part definitely made her sound a little psycho-girl, which was part of why she didn't really want to share with the rest of her friends. "I was in this desert, or maybe like a savannah." She couldn't quite manage to tell the whole truth about the next part. "This voice told me to KILL. Definite capital letters, no compromises of any kind." After all, it sort of might not have been her voice anyway.

"Interesting," Giles seemed even more intrigued than he had been before. "The slayer is said to originate from a primal force of some kind, and the records are sparse but it's thought that the first slayer was called in Africa." He noticed her troubled expression. "I wouldn't worry overmuch about the content, Buffy. Such forces often lack subtlety and live in the moment. It's possible that it simply recognized the danger you were in and interceded as best it knew how. It's not as if there were any permanent effects." He started attacking with the staff again, noticing that they'd let their pace lag.

Buffy jumped up in response, landing with a fraction of her weight on the staff to disrupt Giles grip, then flipping over his head and behind him and catch the staff as he fumbled it. He stuttered a bit, surprised, before turning to face her again. "That's the thing, Giles. There kind of were."

She fiddled with the staff for a bit before continuing. "I'm not faster or stronger or tougher or anything. But it's like I know more about the fighty arts now. All my Slayer combat instincts got turned up to 11. All kinds of moves and tricks I've never done in HD-movie clarity."

"You do seem to be in exceptionally good form today," he said. "I suppose this rush of insight assisted you against the dragon? It was already quite large for its age."

"Especially the dragon. The difference isn't as big fighting vampires, and other stuff I'm already used to," she said. She'd managed a few patrols in the past week, and there had actually been a couple fledglings to fight; the summer doldrums hadn't fully set in yet, apparently. "But it was suddenly like I'd already fought lots of dragons before, when I was fighting it." She made a face. "It helped a lot with the gunfire too. I really hope being mayor isn't going to involve me getting shot at all the time."

"I should hope not," Giles replied. "This new chief of police Ms. Waters found seemed agreeable?"

"I'd say he was a little young for the job, but," Buffy gestured at herself. "He didn't dismiss me or the darker side of things in town at least, but we agreed he needed to get the police back in shape for normal police work before graduating to vampires. They'll forward those kinds of things to Xander's SDCW Hotline for now, and plus, we've got these handy walkie talkies now anyways." Buffy took hers off her belt and waved it in example. "You're carrying yours, right Giles?"

Plans for a full merger of supernatural and mundane policing hadn't materialized, but thanks to surplus police radios and a little of Willow's transistor-magic all the friendly forces of the town could at least talk to each other now. There were relays at a bunch of their buildings, like City Hall and Crawford street, and Willow had even said it should be hard to listen in without an authorized radio.

He cringed a bit. "Ah, yes, that device." He eyed his, which apparently he'd left in the corner for the training session. "It always seems to make such a racket at the worst times."

"You know it has channel settings right? You could just leave it quiet except for APBs." Buffy said, with a smile on her face.

Giles blanched, and changed the subject. "Ah. In any case, while changes to your powers are concerning, I don't think we have very much to go on yet, and the nature of them seems far less alien than your experience earlier this year. I'll consult with the appropriate journals and books, of course, in case there's anything that sheds insight, and you should tell me if there are any more waking visions or noticeable effects."

"Thanks, Giles." Buffy said. It felt good to get it off her chest, and she was less worried about it now that she'd told him. "There hasn't been any new weird stuff since Sunday, so I think it's definitely more stable than the psychic Buffy extravaganza was."

They resumed training after that, and Buffy had some fun testing out some acrobatic tricks with the blocky stonework that made up the mansion walls. The floor had been padded, but that was more for others' benefit; she was too tough to bruise or cut just from falling wrong, at least from any reasonable height. She was trying to integrate some of her new knowledge into a more aerial style of combat, and Giles threw tennis balls at her while she dodged, trying to avoid touching the floor.

Giles wasn't proving as dab a hand at the tennis ball as he was with his staff, so Buffy was feeling more relaxed in this part of the session. "So my watcher, what do you have planned for the night? Books? Museum catalogues?" Buffy struggled to think of a third Gilesy thing, "More books?"

"Oh, I'd thought your mother told you," Giles said casually. "She invited me over for dinner tonight." His next tennis ball beaned Buffy in the forehead, and she clumsily tumbled to the mat.

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Dinner didn't end up being as traumatizing as Buffy had expected. It was worse.

Giles and Mom weren't like … flirty in front of her or anything. But they talked. You'd think they would talk about things they had in common, like ancient artifacts and old bands. Instead, they talked about the other thing they had in common, which was Buffy.

"Wait, that's why her hair was pink for a week? I thought she was just having a phase," Joyce was stifling a laugh, and Buffy just hung her head. The regrettable pixie incident was something she'd wanted to never remember again.

Giles went on, because if he was going to tell the terrible story she knew he'd say the terrible line, "That's why they always said back in the academy: 'Two pixies in hand and your hair is a bush!' I tried to warn her, but you know Buffy, always gallivanting off to the next challenge."

She picked at her meal, trying to drown her sorrows with tasty rice pilaf. But even a dinner that mom had spent actual effort on couldn't save her from this embarrassment singularity.

"Ever since she was tiny!" Joyce agreed. "She would put on this old blanket like a cape and run around screaming 'Power Girl to the rescue!' I was frightened by a mouse once and she beaned it with a pillow!" Giles couldn't stifle a little Englishman giggle at that, and then her mom unleashed the dread weapon. "I even have old pictures! I should get them out after dinner." She was doomed.

He definitely wasn't going to let something like that go. It would dog her forever now. "Well, you have been trying to look a little more professional lately Buffy. Maybe a cape would be-" Buffy got a stay of execution though, when her radio activated. She heard Giles' buzzing over in the next room too.

"Attention all units, this is an emergency, 10-19! Vamps at the police station, there's a whole mob attacking! Request reinforcements from SDCW and other friendlies! Repeat 10-19!" The sound of gunfire and smashing windows was heard in the background before the radio cut off.

With this dire news, Buffy launched into action, thoughts of the embarrassing dinner forgotten. Giles was getting out his keys, and Buffy frowned. "Giles, your car is too slow. Mom, can we borrow yours?"

"Are you sure Buffy?" Joyce hedged, "This sounds so dangerous. I mean, surely the police-"

"Are totally unable to defend themselves, especially since Matt had to fire some of them when he came in." Most of the force had stayed on, but between that and those that left town or went missing right after Wilkins died they were still depleted. And they hadn't been focusing on tooling up to fight vampires yet either.

"She's right." Giles confirmed. "I believe the old mayor's influence kept them insulated from a direct attack of this scale, but clearly things have changed."

Joyce sighed in defeat, knowing her daughter was right, and Buffy snatched the keys out of her hand as soon as they were presented and started shuffling Giles out the door with her. He made a quick stop to get a crossbow out of his trunk, but was confused when he saw Buffy pulling up in the driver's seat of the jeep. "Ah, Buffy, do you even have your driver's license yet?"

"This girl has no time for tests anymore." Buffy shook her head. "But I don't think the police are going to arrest me when I'm on my way to save them, and my reflexes are faster than yours. We need to be there yesterday, get in."

Giles conceded, but made very sure to buckle his seatbelt, a task Buffy hadn't bothered with. She took off before he was done, and they were roaring towards downtown. They'd only gone a couple blocks though, before Buffy's radio came on again. "Umm, is this working? This is Laura Egler, I'm at the hospital and these guys are robbing it."

Buffy grabbed out her radio and started driving one handed, not slowing down in the least. "What guys? Like, guys people or guys vampires?"

"Buffy!" Giles shouted, and Buffy swerved to avoid another driver as she took a corner hard. She went back to her conversation and Giles' grip on his seat tightened.

Laura's voice continued over the radio "I think they're all vampires, and there's this one shark guy. He's got this big speech he's making now but I think they're after all the blood."

"The police station thing must be a diversion," Buffy said. "Attract all our attention to fight there, and then make off with all the blood from the hospital."

"That might still be the most dangerous battle," Giles said, with his attention still half on the road. "They would know the police were at least armed, if not appropriately, so that's likely the larger force."

"If things go wrong at the hospital though…" Buffy trailed off. It could be a massacre with all the invalids there.

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[] Buffy and Giles handle the hospital to save the patients and the blood supply, letting the rest of the the '99ers converge on the police station to help with the battle there.

[] Buffy and Giles go to the police station to beat back the attack there, redirecting enough other '99ers to prevent a disaster at the hospital.
 
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[X] Buffy and Giles go to the police station, redirecting enough other '99ers to prevent a disaster at the hospital.

Buffy had heard the fight over the radio, and the grim facts were that if she didn't get to the police station to turn the battle right away, there might not be any police left for the '99ers to save. She had to hope the situation at the hospital wouldn't escalate beyond a simple robbery, or if it did that it would at least take long enough for the reinforcements to arrive in force.

Despite the terrible situation, Buffy felt truly at home on the road. There was none of the uncertainty from following all the annoying traffic laws like speed limits and right-of-way; Buffy just trusted her speed and her instincts as she wove her way through all obstacles. Giles was looking more than a little green to the side of her, but she felt sure she could get them to the station in one piece. Maybe there was a little extra something from the Slayer helping her drive this time, or maybe she was just more self assured than she had been behind the wheel a few months ago.

Thankfully, traffic wasn't too intense this late on a summer night, but Buffy still had to do some unconventional driving to keep her head of speed. More than a few sidewalks were coasted over, and at least one mailbox paid the price for her haste, but her mom's jeep was sturdy and took the incidental damage well. At one point she passed a motorcyclist and was regretful she didn't have one of her own to use, but the budget wasn't a fairy tale, and even the not-totally-meagre salary she was getting herself wouldn't buy her a motorcycle without a lot of saving.

The police station looked rough on arrival, with most of the windows smashed or shot out and the police cars parked in front of the building beat up, but the fight had apparently moved indoors. She spun the jeep around into a skid, finally stopping when it smacked into the side of the large front steps, and she was out in a flash before it even settled down. Giles was experienced enough to be fine on his own behind her, and she had a feeling seconds would count.

The ground floor was a wreck with casualties from both sides, but the battle had moved on. A few vampires were on the ground, struggling through the physical effects of being kneecapped, and a couple cops were either unconscious, or more likely dead. She staked one vamp that had been actively drinking from a body in the back as she passed, but left the rest of them for Giles to clean up. Maybe she should have pushed harder to bring the cops totally into the fold, but she'd been worried about the blowback against a teenager like Xander just being appointed over them. She didn't see Matt Waters among the dead, so maybe he could learn from this at least. He'd seemed like a good cop when she'd interviewed him.

She was drawn to a stairway by the sounds of destruction, and saw a cohort of vampires trying to break down the door on the lower level. At least it seemed like the police had pulled off a strategic retreat. Leaping down from above, she put today's earlier aerial training to use with the unexpected ambush. She landed among them, staking one on the way down, knocking another down with brute strength, and dazing a third with a brutal kick to the head. Before the rest recovered, she was on the upper level again, and they fumbled around for critical seconds before her second attack.

Another couple were dusted as she fell on them again, and then they scattered back upstairs, clearly panicked. Fledglings, the lot of them, if she didn't miss her guess. Someone had been recruiting. She was about to chase the stragglers upstairs to finish the job, but the door swung open revealing a wide-eyed policeman who was waving her in.

Even as she passed through the battered door, he said, "They broke through on the other side, we can't-"

"I can." And she was gone, off in the direction he indicated, hearing a new volley of gunfire. She noticed the cognitive dissonance of cops actually being on her side for once, but the bizarre feeling was quickly swept away by the next fight.

A knot of cops was firing around the corner ahead of her, but even as she approached she saw more vampires charge into them, ignoring the pistol rounds. The police force started to melt in the melee, but Buffy reached it quickly enough and once again she was a dusty whirlwind of violence. She was pretty sure she recognized a couple of the cops in this group as ones that had been shooting her on Sunday, and wondered if fighting Harmony had been any use as training for this.

This group of vampires was a little more disciplined. There wasn't a master among them, but a lot of them seemed to be more experienced minions, and her mostly heedless attack into their center had exposed her to a couple hits. The police were actually supporting her pretty well with their guns though, and the good fire discipline that had been useless on Vendoat's side before was a boon to her, since she had more to fear from the bullets than the vampires did.

This really was a pretty huge concentration of minions, especially considering there were supposedly even more attacking the hospital. She supposed quantity could make up for quality in some ways, but in a pitched fight against her there was only so much they could do. Just as she'd been thinking how lucky she was that none of them had been smart enough to steal some guns though, bullets started shooting in at her from down the hall, and she was scored across the shoulder before she could get back into the rhythm of dodging around easy firing arcs.

Sheer numbers only lasted so long, and after a couple minutes the air was thick with vampire dust and Buffy was charging now, going after the enterprising shooters that had been hanging back. These were probably the older and smarter ones, so Buffy was prepared for trickery. Sure enough, when she turned the next corner to reach them they were gone.

She quickly scanned the hallway looking for clues, and got a hunch when her gaze passed over the door to a certain storeroom. The secret way in had been securely barred, but it was still an escape hatch. If these were the same crony vamps from City Hall before, it wouldn't surprise her at all if they knew about it. She worried for a moment about leaving the station behind, but the brunt of the attack was broken, and she was sure the cops and reinforcements could clean up from here. She had to deal with the root of this problem and deal with it now.

Buffy was careful entering the storeroom, but she wasn't greeted by any gunfire. Instead, just as she'd predicted, the barred secret entryway had been opened up, and the shooter vamps had doubtless fled into the sewers. She moved to follow, swinging the heavy trick wall open, but this time she was sure there'd be an ambush. She waited a handful of seconds to catch them off guard, and then leaped through the opening arcing her body high, almost scraping the ceiling.

The suit-wearing vampire at the other end of the small tunnel was no crack shot, and her unexpected altitude ruined his aim. Her thrown stake didn't connect either, but it spooked him enough to give her time to kick off the opposite wall and cascade into his position. He was no match for her in melee, but another of the vamps had been down the main tunnel waiting for just such an event. Buffy didn't have time to dodge the shot well enough and it took a little piece off the edge of her left forearm.

"Why is everyone suddenly shooting at me this week?" Buffy asked. The vamp she tangled with didn't respond, but his focus didn't save him; a strike to the heart later and he was dusty. The second unwisely tried to capitalize on her injury, but with no more distractions or surprises he didn't stand a chance of hitting her as she barrelled into him, and he didn't last past the first exchange of blows.

"I mean, is it because I'm the mayor now? Do people think it's OK to shoot at me just because I'm a political figure?" she opined to the empty tunnel. Still no leader minion guy, though those were probably those two friends of his that had gotten away the first time. Buffy was more than a little beaten up at this point, and bleeding from about one and a half minor gunshot wounds, but she was also very pissed. He couldn't have gotten far yet, but Buffy didn't know which way he went.

She was about to go down in the direction the second suited vamp had been guarding, but this minion had already proven he was just the kind of idiot who thought he was clever. She turned, and started sprinting the other way. She wasn't making much of an effort at caution or stealth anymore, partly because she was so angry, and partly because one minion with a gun just wasn't a threat to her anymore, even as injured and weary as she was.
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Her instincts told her to jerk to the side and duck her head as she turned the next corner, and it was enough to foul her quarry's shot. "Predictable Diddy," she called out mockingly. "Old Wilkins probably didn't ever give you very difficult tasks. Unfortunately, in the real world, minions like you just sort of don't matter." Privately, Buffy wished he hadn't shown so much initiative, but this was likely to put him off his game.

"It's DIGBY! I'm DIGBY VAN DYNE, the first consul of the Triumvirate!" he shouted, futilely emptying his clip as she blitzed him. She knocked the gun out of his hand like a cat slapping at a mouse, and when he tried to bite at her, her other fist smashed into his nose so hard she heard his skull crack a little. She grabbed out another stake as was about to finish the job when he cried "Wait!" in a half-intelligible gargle.
KILL
Buffy jammed the stake home, ignoring his plea. Almost looking confused, he squeezed out a "But your-" and then turned to dust. Buffy was a bit disquieted, but then again, Digby was a talker. He probably just had some other stupid boast about a made up thing or an annoying ploy. Conversely, part of her wanted to exult in her victories, but they were just a couple stupid minions, and this was a dank sewer. The police station was still maybe in danger too. So she regretfully tore off a piece of her shirt, tied it around her arm to stop most of the bleeding, and booked it right back to the secret passage.

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They didn't end up needing her help. Percy and a small force of other '99ers had arrived just as Giles was mopping up crippled vamps on the top floor, and between them they had dealt with the panicking fledglings and helped the cops clean up on the lower floor. All told, the losses were severe, but could've been a lot worse. Five cops dead, and twice as many injured, traded off against dozens and dozens of dusted vampires.

Buffy had thought the looks she got from them afterward would be vindictive, for bringing this down on them and not keeping them safe, but that wasn't the vibe she got at all. The police were subdued, but the edge of fear that had been in their glances before was now replaced mostly with respect.

Matt Waters, the new police chief brought in from San Francisco (and Vanessa's nephew) was among the injured, but the bite on his neck wasn't that bad and he'd already gotten it covered up with some bandages. Buffy wondered if he needed some blood, but the hospital wasn't the best place for that now. Xander had called in over the radio a few minutes ago and reported that the SDCW had at least chased the shark demon and his forces away before any patients were hurt, but that the blood supply was mostly robbed and the hospital was kind of in chaos.

Matt seemed to be looking for words as she stood there taking in the scene, and finally came up with some. "I knew, before, when I was younger, but…" He paused, long, about a minute. "I didn't know. Not really. You know?"

"Yeah," Buffy said. "I get that a lot."

"I guess you can try to put the dark off, but it doesn't wait for you if you do. We'll, we'll get on that. That Harris guy wouldn't mind some crosstraining with the department?" He asked carefully.

"You've got a radio," Buffy said. "Maybe you should talk to him yourself. But he's not going to say no."

Matt nodded, looking sober. Buffy didn't really blame him for this, despite how he'd been more conservative about things coming in. People had tried to be vigilant, but this wasn't the sort of thing they'd seen coming. She hadn't seen it either, so maybe she was more to blame than anyone.

"Buffy, you're hurt," Giles said. "Let me wrap those up properly." He'd been playing the part of a field medic in the station already and looked guilty that he hadn't noticed the severity of her condition earlier, but Buffy really didn't think it was that bad. As he administered to her wounds, she pulled out her radio to call Mom, to let her know things were basically OK and that they'd be home at a reasonable hour.

Normal police radios weren't all about the private calls, but whatever Willow did with the relays let them work on these. She'd said something about resonances and antinodes that made Buffy think it was more science than magic, but all that was important was that she could click in a specific sequence and talk directly to her Mom. It was almost like being a rich girl with a real cellphone, though of course she couldn't call anybody off the network.

She held the radio up and said "Hey Mom, this is Buffy, disaster over for now."

She waited almost a minute, but there wasn't a response. Giles hadn't really been paying attention, or maybe didn't even understand what she was doing, but her pulse started to speed up. These things were pretty easy to misdial. She dialed her Mom again.

"Hey Mom, it's Buffy, are you there?" she asked, a little shortly.

She waited just a few seconds this time. Nothing. She got up abruptly, ignoring Giles' protests, and grabbed for one of the station phones on a surviving desk. She made sure there was a dial tone, and rang up her home phone number.

Nobody picked up. Giles was looking at her now, worried. Buffy slammed down the phone, not paying much attention to her strength, and then clicked another code into the radio, "Everyone, this is Buffy. Anybody close to my house go there and check on my mother right now."

"Giles, we have to go." He didn't make any arguments, and they booked it to the car. A few police had noticed what was going on now. None of them said a word, but a few followed her out and jumped into their own patrol car after her. Buffy drove like a demon on the way back to her house, even more recklessly than she had on the way out, but there weren't any complaints from Giles this time. In the back of her mind, she noticed the chatter on the radio and the sirens escorting her on her mad dash through Sunnydale. A distant part of her thought she should get a siren for Joyce's jeep.

When she got back, the front door was locked, but the back door was wide open. A few '99ers were already inside, but Joyce was nowhere to be found. Buffy saw the abandoned radio on the kitchen table, and she knew it was her mother's.

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Oz looked back and forth through the backyard in dismay, after already having circled the premises a few times. Willow and Buffy looked at him hopefully, but he just shook his head. "It's like there is no scent, once they leave the house. The guy who took her has this sickly sweet smell, but it just disperses into nothing."

"Not like they got into a car or something?" Buffy asked.

"No, no car. Just gone," Oz said regretfully.

Buffy looked at Willow. "If it was magic, can you track it?"

Willow was visibly distraught. "Maybe with some time, but if he has a specialty it's going to be hard. I'll try calling Amy, she's good with finicky stuff like this." She pulled out her radio and made a call as Buffy stepped back inside.

The police who'd followed Buffy home were dusting for prints and looking for other physical evidence, but she wasn't hopeful they would find anything. For the past week, despite the wild pace of events, she'd felt so in control. She wondered if it was just an illusion in the first place, for it to shatter so quickly. Giles was already inside, watching the police do their jobs.

Buffy started "Giles, we have to-", but the phone rang and interrupted her.

She looked at it, and one of the officers nodded, "We dusted it already, you can pick up."

The voice on the other end was deep, but she knew from the first word that this had to be the guy Oz had smelled. "I was wondering if maybe I should call City Hall instead. But you're a personal kind of girl, so I decided you'd probably still be there, on the scene yourself. Your mother was kind enough to give me the number."

"Let me talk to her," Buffy demanded.

"That's fair," he said.

Willow already had her laptop out and was making gestures. She plugged in some kind of attachment and was waving it near the base of her phone.

There was a shuffle and she could hear her Mom, "Buffy, I'm so sorry. I couldn't do anything, he just waved his hands and I was asleep. You shouldn't-" there was another abrupt noise as she was cut off.

"MOM!" Buffy yelled into the phone.

The first voice was back, "There you have it, alive and well. Now, I've talked to Teeth about how the hospital went, but 'consul' Digby hasn't come home. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" He said the word consul derisively.

Buffy considered lying, but didn't see the use. The fact was she didn't have Digby anymore, and didn't know enough about him to pull off any kind of convincing fake. It burned not to have him as a hostage. Her mom might die because she was so impulsive. "He's wet dust in the sewers."

The voice on the other end just laughed. "Well, that's too bad, but don't worry your little head about it. Nobody was really all that attached to Mr. Van Dyne, even if he was kind of useful. I regret to say though, that means the price went up a little bit."

Buffy was sick of him leading her around by the nose. "Who even are you? What do you want?" she demanded.

"No use for me trying to play coy, I guess. The name's Rack. And all I really want is a good payoff before I scram out of this town. The bones of Allslyra, ten Persians, and two hundred grand, cash. And maybe a little something else too, I'll let you know about that when the time comes."

Buffy narrowed her eyes. "What do you even mean?" She suspected she knew about the bones, but Persians? Did he want like, ancient people or something?

"You little baby coven will know what bones I'm talking about, I think you found them yourself actually. As for the Persians, your new friends at City Hall can introduce you to the kitten trade," Rack said. "You can have a day to get all that rounded up; I'll call you again. In the meantime, don't make me do anything we'll both regret." He hung up.

Buffy looked at Willow, who shook her head and held up her hands. She just dropped the phone, feeling defeated. She didn't know what to do.

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[] Buffy tries to cooperate. Rack seems more greedy than anything, and if she can pay him off and get Joyce back it'll be worth it. The hit to the budget from that much money will be pretty real, and she isn't sure what the other stuff will mean, but she has to do anything she can to save her mother.

[] Buffy doesn't trust that even cooperating fully will save Joyce, and even if it does, it'll probably have some other horrible consequences beyond the obvious. She'll try to hunt down Rack and get back Joyce by stealth or brute force.
 
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[X] Buffy doesn't trust that even cooperating fully will save Joyce, and even if it does, it'll probably have some other horrible consequences beyond the obvious. She'll try to hunt down Rack and get back Joyce by stealth or brute force.

Giles broke the silence. "I suppose we should be thankful the kidnappers are looking to talk at all. Just what are they trying to extort out of us?"

"Kittens, bones, and money," Buffy said dejectedly.

Giles narrowed his eyes and rubbed his glasses confusedly, but before he could come up with a response, the doorbell rang. Oz went to get it without a word.

"I came as soon as I could," Xander said as he entered. "I had to wrap things up at the hospital first, and wouldn't you know, there's more bad news." Surprisingly, Anya was following him in. Buffy didn't think she'd be one to go in for direct conflict.

"Are you sure it isn't good news instead?" Willow asked, still mostly paying attention to her computer. "We could sure use some good news right now."

"Faith's missing," Xander replied. "We didn't even notice at first, but they must have took her during the raid."

Willow rolled her eyes, "Well, that's not too bad then. I don't think we'll be trading many kittens for her."

"Kittens?" Anya piped in. "So the kidnappers work mostly in demonic exchanges then?"

"You know about the kittens?" Buffy asked.

Anya replied "Xander brought me here because-"

"Set a demon to catch a demon," he interrupted.

"Yes," she said impatiently, "Anyway, kittens form a backbone of the demon economy for a number of reasons. Mostly, there are different religious proscriptions against many various forms of currency. Noninflationary currency, human-made currency, nonliving currency, and so on, but kittens neatly check all the important boxes. What was the ransom demand exactly?"

"Two hundred thousand dollars, plus the 'bones of Eliza' and ten Persians," Buffy said. "The caller was this creep calling himself Rack, based on what Mom said he seems big with the magic."

Upon hearing the full price for the first time, most of the room winced, and Anya's reaction was no different. "Persians, wow, these guys must really know they have you over a barrel. They're like the 24 karat gold of the kitten world."

"You're more worried about a bunch of kittens than two hundred grand?" Xander said.

"If you don't know the right people you can't get black market Persians at all, and they'll cost a pretty penny even relative to that." Anya said, upbraiding him. "Fortunately, I know the right people. I'll need a ride to LA plus costs though."

"Your assistance is appreciated," Giles said. "I imagine the bones Buffy is referring to are those of Allslyra, part of the cache she found earlier this week. They're fairly powerful, but not immediately apocalyptic; they can be used to augment a variety of dimensional portals." He sighed. "I'm sure we all know the money will be painful for the city to lose, but I don't see how we-"

"No," Buffy said, finally having made up her mind. What had it been that Wilkins said, in her dream, about hard choices, and responsibility? He'd be laughing at her now, but she knew he was right about this, if he was ever right about anything. Some things you had to learn by example. "We can't just pay this Rack guy off."

Everyone was looking at Buffy a little strangely, but Giles was the one who risked responding, "Buffy, your mother-"

Buffy didn't let him finish. "I mean, sure, it's the easy choice right? But Willow got kidnapped just last month, and we paid. That was on a mission. Now, the sleazeballs of the town see that they can get what they want by kidnapping, and they snatch my Mom out of our own house. We can't watch all of our people every hour of the day. If we pay again, this is going to just keep happening. At some point, we won't be able to pay, or something else will go wrong, and we'll lose someone. We need to set an example here. Make them understand that this isn't how to deal with us."

She continued, "That doesn't mean we won't be prepared to mess with them. Anya, these kittens are practically resalable right? Go to LA and get them anyway, if we don't end up needing them we can spend them on something else."

Anya nodded.

"Willow,-" Buffy started.

"I'll have the department get the right bones together and all packed up. I think Jonathan was working on inventory anyway, he should be able to do it easy. For my own part I'm going to keep trying to trace Rack. Whatever he was doing mondo confused my wiretap but I did still get some data."

Xander shared a look with Oz. "We'll get the '99ers together and search around the town. Traditional gumshoeing might succeed where science and magic fail." Buffy nodded at them, and they left with Anya, as Willow made another call on her radio.

Giles was looking at Buffy, an unreadable expression on his face. She wasn't sure what to say, but he saved her by speaking first. "I still have some contacts amongst the community of questionable practitioners. It's possible that Rack is known in their circles too, and I might be able to uncover something of use."

All business then. Buffy could deal with that, for now, and hopefully fix it later. "Good. Now that you mention it, I have a contact of my own who I should give a visit."

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The hour had gotten late, and the raucous sounds from Willy's Place were loud enough to be heard outside. When Buffy slammed the door open though, a terrified silence quickly fell over the crowd of demons, disrupted only by the quiet shaking of the building.

"Ms. Summers," Willy said in a quiet voice, "I assure you that I absolutely didn't know anything about the raids on the police or the hospital before they happened. I would have made sure you found out."

She stalked forward, not answering until she was right in front of him at the bar. Patrons scurried out of her path. "That's not what I'm here about, though it's good to know. They took my mother, Willy. You're going to tell me everything you know about Digby, and Rack, and that Shark guy."

Willy nodded fearfully. "Teeth." At Buffy's questioning look, he elaborated, "The shark demon, he goes by Teeth. He's sort of a local demon gangster. Was into small time stuff, before now."

"And now?" Buffy motioned for him to go on.

"Well, you know Digby right? He was pretty cheesed at you, but didn't seem to be doing much but gathering minions. Word is now he tipped off Teeth that he was going to attack the station so he could pull off the big hospital thing. People are talking about some kind of Triumvirate, but no one has seen hide or hair of Digby since tonight."

"That's because I killed him," Buffy said, louder, so the whole crowd heard it clearly. "Now what about Rack?"

Willy made a pained expression, and started cleaning a glass. "Rack's bad news. He's sort of a magical drug dealer, a real skeevy character, even compared to the people I know. He took your mom?"

"Yep," Buffy said neutrally.

"It's going to be hard to track him down," Willy said worriedly. "He uses magic to cloak his place and move it around. Usually any enterprising enough witch or demon can find it, but nobody's seen him all week. I've had to kick out some of his strung-out junkies, they're terrible customers."

"Alright, so Rack's playing hide-and-seek. Sure. What about Teeth? Can I find him?" Buffy asked.

"I could tell you where his mansion is on the edge of town," Buffy's eyes lit up, but Willy made a negating gesture before her hopes rose too far, "But I already heard it up and disappeared today."

"Of course. Couldn't be easy," Buffy complained. "Nothing else I should know?"

Willy considered. "This is a little out of character for both of them. Real risky. Digby was the one with a cause, so if he's dead they might be getting cold feet."

She nodded. Their feet would certainly be cold when she was done with them. She took an extra radio off her belt with a little booklet taped to it, and put it down on the bar. "You hear anything else I need to know, call."

Willy winced at what was probably going to be another hit to his credibility with his customers, but it's not like she was going to give him a choice in this mood. "Sure thing."

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After reporting the relevant facts over the radio, Buffy prowled the streets herself for a few hours. She didn't find anything much, though she did work out some of her frustrations on a vampire she noticed in passing trying to snack. The town was really rotten with them this summer.

Eventually, she found herself passing by City Hall, and walked in to see how things were going. Though it was usually closed down this late at night, Joyce's kidnapping had all hands on deck, and nobody was complaining about it.

Soon after walking in, she encountered Cynthia with a strangely familiar girl. She was wearing glasses and had dark brown hair, but Buffy was almost sure … "Harmony?"

"Like my disguise?" she replied, twirling. Her outfit had gone from cheerleader to librarian. Slutty librarian, but still. "I figure by now everyone knows I work for you, but most people don't actually know me that well. Being a vampire and all, I should be able to go undercover and find out things people won't tell the good guys."

"It's not bad at all," Buffy commented. "Are you sure it'll fool people though?"

"Well," Harmony started, then she vamped out. "People also aren't used to seeing me like this yet."

"Huh, yeah," Buffy knew how much Harmony cared about her hair, and was strangely touched. "Why are you here though?"

"Are you kidding?" Harmony said. "City Hall has the best bathrooms. Wilkins really blinged them out. Plus, Cynthia's great at cosmetics." She gave Cynthia a friendly hug, to punctuate the statement.

Cynthia just took the hug stoically. "He was very particular about the state of all cleaning facilities."

"Would be nice to use those if I ever had time to relax," Buffy said. "Anyways, Cynthia, can you get the money together?"

She nodded. "It won't be the first suitcase full of cash I've prepared this year. Do try to bring it back if you can though, the budget will thank us all."

"We'll see how things go," Buffy said, before turning down the stairs to go investigate the magic department. In the past few days it had mostly moved into the basement, both for better access to storage and to be close to the clean room. Willow was still hacking at her house, but some of the others would be down there.

She ran into Jonathan first, noticing him going through the crates of bones in a storeroom. "You're getting all the bones sorted out in there?" she asked.

He jumped skittishly. "Oh, hi Buffy. Yeah, some of the stuff got kind of mixed up in transport, but I'm getting it all set up. I should be able to fit them into a backpack, along with good shock protection." He gestured to an open bag of packing peanuts. "You'd be surprised how many of these bags we have down here."

"Wilkins loved to be prepared, I guess," she said.

Just as she was about to turn to look elsewhere, Andrew bumped into her from behind, his head in a freaky-looking book. "Sorry Buffy!" he said. "I'm going through some of the Mayor's old information brokers."

"In a book?" she asked.

"Well, I mean, they're demons," he explained. "You have to call them up and stuff." At her raised eyebrow, he defended himself, "Hey! Don't worry, I got this. If you do it the right way it's not too hard to just talk to a demon, and I'm not going to contact any of the really terrible ones anyway. Plus, a lot has been happening on the Hellmouth lately, so they'll be eager to get the dirt and won't want to spoil the deal. Won't even cost us anything."

Buffy would have probably vetoed the idea under better circumstances, but she decided she would choose her battles for now. "Just don't bite off more than you can chew, OK?" He seemed so young to her now, but it wasn't like she hadn't already been doing riskier things two years ago.

Andrew nodded seriously, and went back to reading and walking. At least he seemed to be doing the research before casting the spells.

"Jonathan, have you seen Amy?" Buffy asked. "Willow said she might be able to do something to track Rack."

"She was here earlier, and I think she tried something in the clean room," Jonathan said. "A bust, apparently, so she was going to look through some of her mom's old stuff at home before trying again." He paused for a second before continuing. "She seemed really tired. I don't know if she's all the way recovered yet, from you know."

"Being all ratty," Buffy said. "I was a rat for like thirty minutes and it was seriously gross, I really can't imagine how it felt for her to be stuck that way for months."

"At least she was able to make things good with her dad," Jonathan said. "I'm not sure what's she's going to do about High School though. She can't exactly take summer classes now. At least not in Sunnydale."

"If she can find my mom, I'll just have Vanessa buy her a diploma from one of her skeevy politicians," Buffy said.

Everyone seemed to be trying hard, but she was worried that it wouldn't be enough, or that Rack would find out and do something extreme. She'd made her choice though, and she just had to hope her friends could help her see it through.

Metavote: Lots of characters are exerting themselves with Joyce missing, but their tasks are difficult, and success won't be easy. Of the twelve choices, vote for TWO to be exceptionally productive, skillful, or even just lucky.

Their courses if they win the vote are mostly predetermined (you have at least some idea what a lot of them are, though there are a few wildcards in here), but stunting might slightly alter or add to their results. Also, some level of lesser success might be expected for some of them even without winning a vote. As always, approval voting is active.

[] Xander Harris
[] Willow Rosenberg
[] Daniel Osbourne
[] Rupert Giles
[] Ian Banks
[] Anya Jenkins
[] Jonathan Levinson
[] Harmony Kendall
[] Andrew Wells
[] Amy Madison
[] Matt Waters
[] Willy the Snitch
 
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