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PG-15; B:tVS, DOOM. 400 words. (Part of the Handle ID Slayer series).

Her orders came from a higher authority than Sarge's, but that did her no good if she couldn't explain that to him.



Title: Following Orders
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-15
TtH Prompt: #34 - Luck
Summary: Her orders came from a higher authority than Sarge's, but that did her no good if she couldn't explain that to him. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Tenth in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence.



Buffy explained to Sarge, in as few words as possible, what had happened in the med lab and what it implied about what they were facing. It wasn't just the original victim, Stahl, they had to worry about anymore; any of the fallen scientists who hadn't been head-shot were a potential threat, too.

The computer system on the other side of the Ark had been set to lock the facility down for a six-hour quarantine, and not even five hours had passed since the RRTS squad came through to Mars. If more than one of the superhumanly strong monsters converged on the Marines guarding the Ark the odds were they'd get past them, and the scientists back in Nevada would not be able to escape. The demons and Sarge between them would kill everyone, and the bloodbath of the Slayers' nightmares would come true. Buffy did not intend to let that happen.

Sarge listened to her explanation with narrowed eyes. Something flickered in their depths when she mentioned asking Duke to get Sam to safety, but he waited until she was finished to comment. "All right. Reaper, back to the dig, make sure those dead scientists are really dead," he ordered, then focused an intimidating glare on her. "Slayer, follow his lead; no more creative interpretation of orders, is that clear?"

"Clear," she agreed. It was a good thing she wasn't really RRTS; she had a feeling the post-mission debriefing was going to be-- unpleasant. Her orders came from a higher authority than Sarge's, but that did her no good if she couldn't explain that to him.

Sarge nodded again, firmly. "Good. Meet up at the airlock when you're done. Kid, on me." He turned and left, still toting that strange, oversized weapon.

Buffy shook her head and fell in behind John. She might not be an actual Marine, and she might hate guns in principle, but she'd worked with military enough over the years to read his hand-signals and follow along. They made their way quietly and swiftly to the archaeological site, covering each other carefully as they went.

Unfortunately, they arrived at the dig too late. Dr. Thurman's body was still there, but Dr. Clay's was gone. Reaper put a bullet into Thurman's skull and reported the problem.

The hair stood up on the back of Buffy's neck when Sarge failed to answer. Something else had gone wrong.

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(x-posted to [livejournal.com profile] tth100)

Date: 2006-07-24 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] basilio-the-cat.livejournal.com
Well done as always :D

Date: 2006-08-07 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moss6886.livejournal.com
Looking forward to more... :)

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