But it was hard to come up with a plausible cover story when someone was waving a knife in your face. “Please like we’re going to fall for that.” Jack winced.
#THE PROBLEM CHILD PATCH#
“We’re just a couple of tourist on vacation looking for a good time.” The man with the eye patch snorted in amusement. Jack’s best course of action was to lie until his face turned blue and hopefully they would buy the bullshit that was about to spill out of his mouth. Telling them the truth was out the question and they probably wouldn’t believe him anyway. “Not, until you tell us who you work for and why you’re here.” Okay it was time for damage control. “Um, can I go for option three, where you let us go and we won’t press charges for kidnapping?” Buffy shook her head. You can tell us what we want to know willing or unwilling, your choice,” said Buffy as she expertly twirled the knife in her hand. “You have no idea how hard it is to get blood stains out of silk.” “Is that a threat? Because if it is, well I have to admit it’s a pretty good one.” “The way I see it you have two options.
#THE PROBLEM CHILD FREE#
“The water not for you, it’s for me,” said Buffy as she ran her free hand over her stylish clothes. “If you think we’re going to drink that you’re crazy.” The blonde leveled her hazel eyes on the Colonel. Buffy placed the glass of water on the table leaving the butcher knife in her right hand.
#THE PROBLEM CHILD HOW TO#
But Jack knew that looks could be deceiving and he had to admit the girl sure knew how to make an entrance.
Sam wasn’t exactly tall, but compared to her little sister Carter was practically a giant. And their leader, well Jack didn’t know what he had expected but he hadn’t expected for her to be so young and short. This was supposed to be the hot shot team that single handedly shut down the Initiative that Agent Finn warned them about? For crying out loud none of them looked old enough to drink alcohol. *** Jack was fairly surprised by the group of kids that descended the stairs. But to do that she needed information and Buffy knew exactly where to get it. There were lives on the line and she was going to do everything in her power to protect them. She may not have wanted the job but she wasn’t about to shirk her responsibilities. So how was she supposed to keep Uncle Sam from learning about the other slayers? It had only been a month since the battle with the First and most of the new slayers were either still recovering from the battle or too inexperience to deal with another threat right now. And if the government was stupid enough to start exterminating with demons again their paths were bound to cross. Seriously it took Willow and Xander all of two seconds to find out that she was a slayer. She couldn’t keep a secret even if her life depended on it.
If you needed a demon slain or an apocalypse averted she was the girl to call, however running an international super secret organization was not her forte.
She was so over her head that it wasn’t even funny. Suddenly Buffy was thrust into a position of authority that she had never wanted. With the council out of commission the newly activated and confused slayers turned to her, the longest living slayer in history, for guidance. So her life should have gotten easier, right. It was no longer her singular duty to fight the overwhelming darkness. Instead of being the chosen one she was now one among many. Buffy had stupidly thought that activating all the slayers would make her life easier. Most of her problems could be solved with a stake through the heart, with the exception of her love life and even then staking was optional. Apparently their files were locked up tighter than Fort Knox and it will take the hacker a couple of days to break through the pentagon’s high security system. Xander and Faith had returned empty handed and Willow’s preliminary computer search on the two strangers was a complete bust. Giles didn’t recognize the strange symbol on the demon’s forehead, but promised to call back as soon as he found something. Chapter 6 Buffy hung up the phone with a sign of frustration.