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This story is No. 8 in the series "The Military Option". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Captain Summers investigating a potential 'Hunter' landing. Who will win this time?

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Multiple Crossings > Buffy-CenteredbatzulgerFR182120,153618949,04524 Jun 1222 May 13Yes

Shootout

Unless you have seen a live and pissed hunter before, nothing will prepare you. They're all at least one and a half Buffy-s tall and mass about 150 kilos of solid muscle. They wear a weird mesh armor and are dripping with all sorts of nasty weapons. They also have a heavy metal helmet which covers their really ick-some face. However, most of the time you'll never see them even when they kill you because of their invisibility gear. This gear doesn't do well when it gets soaked though, and these guys had just gotten sprayed by the Austin's sprinkler system.

As soon as the first one popped into view I opened up on it with Baby. The rounds tore through its armor, body, and helmet. Darien and Alex hit the deck at the roar, while Bobby grinned and started shooting at the next hunter turning visible. They were easy to spot with bluey-purpley sparks around them as they faded in. On the other side of the house I could hear Boyer's RPK opening up in short bursts. The 'Hit them from two sides plan' was just what we had expected. Whoever these guys were, they were not trained soldiers and not used to running into those of us that were.

Alex had gotten up and was now shooting as well, then I spotted the tell-tale three red dots that Dutch had warned us about.

"Everybody down!" I yelled dragging Bobby to the floor as the window frame evaporated under multiple plasma blasts.

"Goddamn! They have artillery?"" Bobby yelled.

"Close-ish. Shoulder mounted energy weapons. Get clear of the wall. They have some other really nasty toys too."

The three agents headed towards the center of the room and set up the heavy dining room table as a barricade.

"Fawkes! Can you get around behind them? We'll keep them focused on us."

"Sure Captain Buffy, why?"

"Give them some welcome to Earth presents," I handed him three grenades. "We have to be neighborly you know."

Fawkes grinned, took the explosives and silvered out, "On my way!"

I started firing short bursts to keep the hunter's minds on the house. It worked too well; a whistling sound told me something was incoming, "Go flat!" I yelled as a new kind of weapon came slicing through the wall, the table, and finally the wall behind us, and then came swooping back towards the hunter that had launched it. It looked like the metal disk Mike had told me about.

"Holy Christ!" Bobby yelled. "What the hell was that?" he looked angry.

"Another one of their toys! Spray and pray Bobby! If we can keep them ducking they won't be able to set stuff up."

"One mad minute coming up," he pulled a fresh magazine out and held it in his left hand, "Ready!"

"Rock and roll in three...two..one...Do it!" The pair of us and Alex unloaded through the wall of the house. The light bullets of the M4s went tumbling in all kinds of random directions once they hit the drywall and studs, but they still had enough energy to be lethal at up to a hundred meters or so. Baby just ignored minor obstacles like ranch house construction materials, and drove her rounds downrange in a perfectly straight line of destruction. When I had finished the belt, there was a two inch tall slot carved through the wall. I loaded my last belt and worked the charging handle. There were no more shots coming from the hunters and then the three loud bangs as the grenades went off.

A few minutes later we heard Darien's voice, "They took off! It's clear!"

I got up and brushed the wood splinters, drywall dust, and cartridge cases off of me. Bobby, Alex, and Claire followed suit. I heard Boyer moving up behind me.

"Damn Buff, that was way more intense than Pazuzu..."

"You have to be kidding! I got drop-kicked by him, this was much calmer," I turned to face my aide and saw he was grinning. That grin lasted until he saw my glare then vanished.

I looked around, "Anybody hurt? Aside from this poor house of course," there was smoldering from the walls where the plasma and Baby's tracers had hit, but the sprinklers had put out any major fires. Everything remotely breakable had been broken, and the room stunk of gunsmoke.

I looked over at Jaime and looked as apologetic as possible, "I'm really sorry..." I started saying lamely.

"It's okay Captain Summers. This was unavoidable," she smiled at me. "We're okay. Steve got two and Sergeant Boyer got two."

"They've lost a bunch of guys Buff. You think they're going to pull out?"

"They've never attacked in so large a group before. They're breaking all their own rules. I have no idea what they are going to try next.." I stood there, looking out the wreckage of the Austin's living room window as I replied to my sergeant.

We needed reinforcements, and we needed them fast.
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