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Summary: The Post-Pulse World is a brutal place.

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Television > Dark AngelbatzulgerFR181715,09634115,8949 Jan 1328 Jan 14No

Flashback

The next hour or so was the boring sneak through the halls and not get shot by jumpsuited goons. I've played that game before and it still isn't one of my faves. For a bad ass master vamp, Dru really isn't that great a fighter.

I mean she can destroy a normal guy or gal, and her freaky mind powers are nothing to be doing the sneezing at...but against groups of trained soldiers she was like a babe in the woods.

I got us through the halls with only a little of the tumping that is my sneak trademark, until we got to this garage place. I mean it was like a tunnel and it was fulll of all kinds of cars and trucks. Nothing military looking though. That seemed odd cause this place had the whole white cat on lap style of decor.

"Hey Drusilla..." we were crouched down behind some crates.

"What is it Slayer?"

"Uhh, first could you call me Buffy?" she nodded and smiled. "Second, I want to see what these guys are actually doing here. This does not seem of the good and nice. I'm not getting the evil demon vibes from you so I'm assuming your soul is in the driver's seat. The exit is probably that way..." I pointed. "If you want to take off go ahead. I won't stop you."

"You're not coming?" she sounded surprised.

"I got a bad feeling. Also," I pointed at our lack of clothes, "I so need to find some pants."

Drusilla smiled at me, "I could use some too actually..."

I snickered, "Pants and information next stop."

My experience with evil or at least dumb mastermind bases was Walsh's labs under UCSD. There were barracks down there, and where there were barracks there were probably pants. That seemed like a good place to start. The signage around here was written in French, German, and English so navigating wasn't completely of the awful and impossible.

Dodging the cameras was the hardest part, and when you move as fast as we could, I was pretty sure all they could see was flickers or traces of blurs. Still we had to hurry. Our lack of table-tied-down-ness was going to get noticed sooner or later and then a lot of guys would be searching. I was not looking forward to those odds.

We did make it to a barracks and a supply closet with clean jumpsuits. Yay pants! No shoes sadly though, and I did have to roll up the cuffs and ankles on it so I wouldn't trip. Our next stop was Command. At least that's what the imposing sign said.

'Conclave Command'

So this was the Conclave...whatever that was. I looked over at Dru and she just shrugged. Then the alarms went off. We had officially overstayed our welcome.
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