I pulled out the sat-phone and called Dutch, "Hey Boss we just fought off a wave but we're running lowish on bullety things. Are you bothering to show-up?"
"Dammit Summers! Vhe are on our vhey! Rendezffous in an hour!" I could hear the roar of a MC-130's engines in the background.
"Cool! Can we get some CAS at least though? It's feeling pretty lonely out here."
"Through the Vyoming Guard? Maybe I can shake some free."
"That'd be awesome!" I hung up and called out to Boyer, "Cover me! I'm going to grab the SINCGARS and some other gear out of the truck!"
I ran like heck over to our slightly shot up vehicle and ripped open the tailgate. Slinging one gear bag over each shoulder, I ran back to the house and dropped them off before returning to grab the radio pack. As I was heading back I saw a Hunter's body laying on the ground. Grabbing the thing's harness I pulled it along with me.
Soon it and I were inside.
"So that's a rabid wolf," Steve said with a half-smile.
"Uh yeah?" was my pathetic reply.
"Why'd you drag it in here Buff?" my sergeant asked.
"I want to see if it has any toys we can use," I was checking it out.
"Here let me help. I was an engineer before I became an astronaut," Steve bent over to assist.
Between my inner-Slayer knowing how weapons work and Steve's tech-ish-ness we pulled a pistol looking thing, one of the extendo-spears, a throwing disk, the shoulder plasma gun and power-pack, and its glove with the fighting claws. I thought it was a pretty good haul.
I handed the pistol over to Bobby, "I have no idea how many shots it has or even exactly what it does...but I'm pretty sure pressing here fires it."
"Uh thanks?" he took it though. I handed the spear to Jaime and the claw to Steve. With their augmented strength they would be scary.
"Buffy, this gear is all advanced tech over Earth right?" Steve was looking at the shoulder cannon's power-pack.
"I think so...I mean I haven't seen any Earth weapons as tough. Why?"
"Some of this stuff looks like it was repaired in a scrapyard. Look here," he pointed at a component that was obviously too large and more battered than the socket it was plugged into. He pointed out some other parts that were obviously older than the base weapon.
"What does this mean?" I asked.
"The last time I saw repairs like this was in an area that didn't have regular supply, so they cannibalized old gear to keep going."
"We've gotten some of their gear before. All I heard was that they keep it in perfect shape. So why is this guy different?"
"No idea. All I know is that some of his equipment has been jury-rigged," said as he shrugged.
"Question for later then..." the sat-phone rang, "Summers."
"Captain you vhill haff a pair of Snakes on call..."
"You're velcome, here are the freqs..." he listed off the primary and alternate comm frequencies.
"Boyer! Set up the SINCGARS with these freqs. I'm heading up to the roof to see what I can see."
"Sure thing Buff!"
I scooped up the throwing disk and headed outside before taking a running jump up to the roof. I felt a thud and saw Jaime land next me, "I figured you might want some company..."GLOSSARY
MC-130 -- Special Operations version of the C-130 Hercules Transport plane
CAS -- Close Air Support
SINCGARS -- Single Channel Ground and Airborne Radio System
Snakes -- nickname for the AH-1 Cobra Attack Helicopter