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PUFF Isn't Just the Name of A Dragon

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Summary: The Scoobies finally find out the source of at least part of the Old Council's wealth.

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Literature > FantasyGreywizardFR1311,2181133,50525 Sep 1025 Sep 10Yes
Disclaimer: The Scoobies all belong to Crack-Head Joss and ME. Jill (Shakleford) Pitt belongs to Larry Correia. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Literature. Crossover with Larry Correia's "Monster Hunter International" and a response to the TTH Challenge #1578: In Jim Baen's Memory.

Summery: The Scoobies finally find out the source of at least part of the Old Council's wealth.

Time Frame: Several months after the conclusion of Season Seven's 'Chosen.'

Spoilers: None intended, but if you don’t know what happened up to this point, why are you reading this story?

Character Bashing: Absolutely none.

Feedback: Of course!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: A minor ficlet to satisfy a plot bunny that just won't go away.

Author’s Note 2: This is un-beta'd, so any and all mistakes are mine, alone.

As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

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"GILES!! We need to talk NOW!!!"

Dawn's bellow as she stormed into the main office of the Managing Director of the Sineya Foundation was accompanied by the thunderous booming of the office door as it slammed against the wall behind it, courtesy of the shove given it by the scowling brunette as she ignored Giles' protesting secretary and stomped into the room, glancing around angrily as she searched for her mentor.

"What seems to be the source of your aggravation this time, Dawn?" Giles asked (with what some people might describe as a small smirk) as he appeared from one of the aisles formed by the apparently endless rows of shelving in the rear of the office which held just a small portion of his personal book collection.

"Something, I presume, which you discovered while on your current investigation in Portland, Oregon?" he suggested, his face shifting to a much more serious expression as he tried to evaluate the clearly churning emotions which had driven this particular daughter of his heart to her present state of barely contained rage.

"Did any of the people working for us who survived the First's attack on the old Council work in the Accounting or Finance offices?" Dawn asked, her question seemingly branching off onto a completely superfluous topic.

"Uh, no, not that I am aware of, Dawn," Giles replied, shaking his head in denial of her inquiry.

"Why is it that you're asking that particular question?" he followed up her inquiry with one of his own.

"Well, Mariko, Giselle and I met up another group of hunters while we were checking out those reports of a possible Ghar'hol'alk infestation outside of Portland, like you said," Dawn informed Giles as she leaned against the edge of his desk and paused to take a calming breath.

"Have you ever heard of a group called 'Monster Hunters International'?" she asked, a moment later. "They're apparently based out some small town in Mississippi."

"I once overheard Travers and some of the other senior Council members mention something about a group of hunters based in the United States, but that was approximately ten years ago, if I'm recalling things properly," the Englishman admitted. "Although I don't recall their mentioning the group's name.

"And judging by Travers' tone of voice, he held them in some degree of contempt for both their attitudes towards the supernatural and the demonic and their methods of operation," he added after a moment's further consideration.

"What exactly was it that occurred which has lead you to this line of questioning, my dear?" he then asked.

"This other group of hunters were carrying enough weapons with them that they looked like they could hold off the Fourth Armored Division, Giles," Dawn answered, "and we ran into them when they were getting ready to attack the Ghar'hol'alk nest, which was located in an abandoned copper mine."

"Were they not aware of the fact that Ghar'hol'alk would simply absorb and ingest whatever ammunition they might try to use on them?" Giles asked, his expression appalled at the idea of this other group of hunters trying to use normal firearms against a species that subsisted primarily on metal compounds.

"Based on the information they'd been supplied by their contact, they believed they were going up against a nest of Fyoral demons who had been raiding the next town over and eating some of the locals," Dawn informed him, with a shake of her head. "They would have done fine if they had been tracking Fyorals.

"Anyway, in the course of the conversation I had with the group's leader – a very nice and very competent woman, she said her name was Julie Pitt," Dawn mentioned parenthetically, "she mentioned to me that they had been expecting to clear over three hundred thousand dollars on that mission because, according to her, a Fyoral demon is apparently worth about fifty-eight hundred dollars apiece to the federal government." The young brunette glanced up to watch the reaction on her mentor's face as she delivered that piece of information.

"What exactly does that mean, Dawn?" Giles immediately demanded, his forehead furrowing with confusion. "Are you trying to say that the United States government is actually paying demon hunters bounty money to kill demons?"

"Precisely," Dawn nodded in succinct agreement. "Julie said the money came from something called the Perpetual Unearthly Forces Fund, or PUFF, for short. Turns out, it was established by Teddy Roosevelt after he was first elected President, and that the U.S. government – as well as most other governments around the world – has been paying people to kill demons for over a hundred years now.

"And she also knew about the Watchers Council, Giles," Dawn added with a moue of distaste at the thought of the previous incarnation of their group. "Yet another person who had absolutely nothing good to say about pretty much anyone involved with them, and all pretty much based on the way they treated the typical Slayer.

"In fact, once she realized we were affiliated with the Council, she seemed like she was seriously considering shooting us," Dawn noted reflectively. "At least she did, until both Mariko and Giselle bent the barrels of some of her people's rifles into knots, that is.

"Once we managed to explain about the new Council to them, though, things got a lot better. In fact, hearing the First had blown Travers and all of his buddies into little pieces actually got a little bit of a laugh out of her and her team," the young brunette informed Giles, with a wide smile of her own.

"Evidently, their group and the Council have locked horns a number of times in the past hundred years or so, and her grandfather had a real hate on for the Council board, for some reason she wouldn't elaborate on.

"Anyway, from Julie told me, it turns out that the old Council has been claiming bounties on all the vamps and demons the Slayers have been killing since this PUFF group was first created and that's what's been financing the Council's rather lavish lifestyle for the past hundred years or so, and not that bunch of trust funds or investments that we thought was doing it, and which we haven't been able to find," Dawn informed him, the water vapor in the air in the room around her seeming to chill and condense from the coldness in her voice.

"So, I've got just one question for you, Giles," the Slayer's younger sister and the Red Witch's apprentice announced as she stared across the room at Giles, her now jade-green eyes alight with power.

"Can you think of any really good reason for me not to call Willow up and ask her to help me resurrect Travers and all of those other bastards, so I can kill them all again, myself?"

FIN

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