What he was doing broke countless rules, he’d be lucky if he was just thrown off the force and not imprisoned. * * * Patrolman Ray Marlowe swallowed nervously as he knocked on the door of the Ryback house. The last thing he saw was a fist swinging down at him. He gasped as the wind exploded from his body. A third man crashed into him, the force of the impact knocking him to the ground. “Damn blighter!” he swung his arm back, pistol-whipping the man, blood spilling satisfactorily from his face. Before he’d had chance to pull back his safety, one of them was on him. The moment the luggage left his hand, he reached into his jacket to pull out the automatic his very special passport allowed him to carry.
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The man caught the suitcase full in the face and crashed soundlessly to the ground. Cursing, he flung his suitcase at the first man. “Then -.” Suddenly the door crashed open and half a dozen figures swarmed into it. Far classier but showing more than a little wear on the edges. “Yes.” “Splendid,” he picked up his own rather more traditional and far classier brown leather suitcase. “Have you your bags?” The teen nodded before reaching back into the room and coming out with two stuffed to capacity sports bags. She might be well-trained, but she was still only a woman and getting ready in a timely fashion was therefore biologically impossible. “The cab will be here in just a few minutes.” Shaking his head, he stepped back as the door swung open and the young lady in question stepped out. * * * “Come dear!” he rapped impatiently on his charge’s hotel room door. “Concentrate our patrols there for the next few nights and put all our sources in the area on high alert.” “I’ll send the messages,” Sara nodded. “It seems as if Colorado Springs is the nexus of whatever is happening,” he declared. Although having an uncle who was an ex-Navy SEAL with two Congressional Medals probably helped too. He’d initially had great reservations as to how his niece would fit in with a bunch of tough demon hunters but to her credit she’d managed it seamlessly, gaining everyone’s respect and becoming their favourite little sister. “More reports on that rumoured demon.” “Oh yes?” Casey smiled as the young woman passed him the papers. * * * “Uncle Case,” Casey looked up as his niece entered his office, a folder in her hands. Someone had no bloody idea what they were playing at, that was for sure. How she wasn’t the one before the last three disasters he had no idea. Sutherland.” The girl wriggled gracefully past him and raced into the bathroom. “So go up and get changed.” The teen beauty nodded. I’m certainly not going to spend several hours in a plane sat next to you smelling like that.” He sniffed at the very idea. Now,” he glanced at his watch, “I have a car booked to take us to the airport in an hour. Have a heart and take its surrender for what it is. “I feel sure that bag gave up several minutes ago. Such obedience, she was a real credit to him. The brunette beauty instantly jumped backwards, the acres of tanned flesh left uncovered on her shorts and tank-topped clothed body glistening. But whenever it happened, he was sure she’d make a fine job in her position, far superior to her unruly and undisciplined predecessors. But he was sure that either his organisation or the law of averages would attend to that little problem in prompt fashion. She was the one, he was sure of it, it was just a case of creating an opening. Alexis Sutherland watched with interest as his protégée trained, blow after blow creasing the training bag as she moved flawlessly through the forms, hair swinging. Xander, Faith, Tara, and Kennedy belongs to Mutant Enemy. Casey & Sara Ryback belong to ‘Under Siege 1 & 2’. E-Mail: Disclaimer: If I own the chars, why don't Faith and Cordy do as their master tells them? Woe is me.
FIC: MC 33 Feb ’01 A Stab In The Back Title: A Stab In The Back Rating: R (For Language later) Relationships: X\F Story: Action\Adventure Feedback: In lieu of a Faithbot yeah.
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