“I can’t believe how careless you were!” Buffy growled. “Why were you so distracted?”
If Faith was the type of girl who blushed she would’ve been bright red right now, but instead she shrugged. “I was bored. I was thinking about sex.”
“Lovely,” Buffy said, her voice full of distaste.
The two Slayers glared at each other, neither backing down. They were in the dining room of Buffy’s house. Faith and Buffy were seated at the ends of the rectangle table, while Willow, Xander, Andrew and Kennedy sat to either side.
“Senior Slayers, please,” pleaded Xander, breaking the stare down. “We need to discuss what’s going on.”
“I say we take the troops and go tear the house down.” Faith offered.
“I’m with Faith,” Kennedy added.
“I called in Kennedy and Andrew’s teams as a precaution, until we know what these people are about,” Buffy said with authority. “There will be no tearing of domestic structures.”
“Willow, what have you seen?” asked Andrew.
“Surprisingly, not much,” admitted the Witch. “Even though I know these people have no idea about magic, there is still something around them blocking me out. It’s like they don’t belong here. It’s weirdsville. I can tell you that the woman, Sarah, is in a state of uncertainty. I think she’s deciding if she is going to fight or fly.”
“If they do fight, we’d have no trouble, right Buff?” asked Andrew confidently.
“I’m not so sure,” Xander answered. “Here’s what we know about these people. One: they have a super advanced Cyborg killing machine, maybe more than one, we don’t know. Two: at least some of them are from the future. Three: they like guns. Nothing in that list makes me very comfortable. We don’t even have a real idea of how many people they have in their organization.”
“hmm,” pondered Andrew. “Hey, shouldn’t Dawn be here? She’s the one that knows them the best.”
“No,” said Buffy sternly. “She is too emotionally involved.”
“I hear our lil’ Dawnie got a hard on for Ms. Roboto,” Faith said playfully.
“Faith,” Buffy muttered, making the name a threat.
“Guys-“ Willow began.
“Buffy you don’t need to be so uptight all the time. I think your ponytail is too tight,” Faith mocked.
“This is my sister we’re talking about, Faith. Sorry if I don’t find it funny that she has the hots for a killer robot from the future,” Buffy spat, her voice rising.
“You need to get laid,” Faith joked.
“You need to get your ass kicked!” Buffy all but yelled.
The two Slayers were standing suddenly, each about to pounce, when Willow interrupted.
“GUYS!” She screamed.
Everyone looked at her, bewildered.
“What Will?” asked Buffy.
“The woman. Sarah.”
“She’s made up her mind.”