The first group of guards caught up to us as we we were about to open the door to the Command place. They fired the first shots at us, but Dru jumped between them and me. I don't know exactly why, but I flashed back to Tara and went nuts. In all my thirteen years as a Slayer I had never killed a pure-human. In that moment I came really close to breaking my streak.
The lead guy with the rifle ate my foot with a side-kick, while I dual hammer-fisted the guy next to him's shoulder. I could hear the crack of breaking bones like in a kind of far off distancy way. I felt like I was in a dream. The next guy got headbutted, shattering his fancy helmet, his nose and a lot of his face. Then came a knee to the groin, coupled with a spinning takedown and he was flattened. Last guy I caught with a leaping clothesline hard enough to lift him off the floor and send him flying twenty or so feet.
I landed in a crouch and looked back over at Drusilla.
She was looking at me. Not in that weird spacey way, but really looking at me.
"Slayer...Buffy, I see why Daddy and William could never defeat you. Not physically."
"Are you alright?" I asked.
She looked down at the bulletholes in her coveralls and nodded...shyly?
"They were just bullets. Nothing t'worry yourself about," she really looked at me again, "You lost someone t'bullets didn't you? I am so awfully sorry."
"You are. You really are sorry," Drusilla may have been insane, but she was never much for lying from what I could remember.
"Consequences of being ensouled. You get all manner of compassion and regret," she sighed. "Should we be of a haste?"
"Yeah," I replied as I scooped up a pair of tactical batons from two of the downed guards. They were all still breathing at least. "These guys will definitely have friends." I pulled out a ring of keys, some wallets, and a bunch of those cards that looked like they would open hotel doors.
The 'Command' door opened with one of the cards revealing a hall with a bunch more guys heading towards us. I went high with a jump kick that skimmed close to the ceiling and sailing over the first two goons with guns, until I connected with one of the guys in the back row. Dru sidestepped her way down the hall and smashed into them. All vampy strength and not so much with the finesse or skill. Still getting slugged by a Master vamp is not pleasant. She wasn't using her nails at least, so they would survive. A couple of bullets did hit her on her run in, but then we were both in the middle of their group of ten and they couldn't risk the shooting.
I made sure not to kill any of them, but not that I wouldn't cause any serious damage. They were all down in less time it takes to remember it. The next fun toy was a turret with a camera and a machinegun thingy. This turret was over the the only door so it obviously was guarding something important. Before I could say anything Dru started down first and drew the turret's fire. I ran down the opposite side and beat it into scrap with the batons when I got close enough. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dru stagger and collapse. One of the bullets looked like it had almost torn her left arm off, and even on a vamp that has to hurt.
"Drusilla!" I ran over and picked her up. She was so light.
"I'll be fine. Keep going," she tried to wave me off.
"Not gonna happen," I crossed my arms and looked sternly at her. "Stay close behind me, 'kay?"
"Alright, I'll be good," she flashed me a pained smile and rested her working hand on my shoulder as she moved behind me. I ran a card over the door and as it started to open I whispered, "Move to the left!"
The pair of us rolled to the side just before a hail of bullets would have perforated us. I scrambled behind a consoley thing half dragging Drusilla with me, "Stay put! I got this."
I was stunned, I mean, do I really have a ma'am face? I shook my head to get that thought out and took a deep breath before releasing half of it and jumping over the console towards the bad guys with guns.
There were only a couple of guys with guns bigger than pistols which was of the good. However there were a lot of guys with pistols. I stayed low and fought from the ground. That way they would have to deal with the lack of clear lines of fire or sight. As long as I could see the pistols I could dodge the shots, as I could see the trigger fingers doing the twitchy thing and be in the not where they were aiming place.
After a little while there weren't as many guys to use as moving cover and that's when somebody got the bright idea to start throwing grenades. I sensed the first one coming towards me and pretty much instinctively kicked it back where it came from. There was a boom and a scream. I really didn't want to look. Then the sprinkler system kicked in.
I did a crouchy running slide towards the last guy with a rifle, using the wet linoleum as my runway. I nailed him with a side strike to the knee before he even realized I was there and he was laid out flat about ten feet away.
Carefully poking my head up I looked around. No more targets.
"Drusilla, it's clear!"
Dru limped from behind the console. She looked awful. Bullets can't easily kill a vamp, but they obviously hurt like hell. Especially with the damage to her arm.
"You going to make it?" I asked. I was surprised to find I was actually concerned.
"I think so. I need t'drink though, and quickly." She looked like she had lost a lot of blood.
I looked around the room and saw the guy that had been blown up. The first human I'd ever killed. I felt kind of sick to my stomach.
Drusilla wrapped her good arm around my shoulders, "He was trying t'kill you and he would have killed his friends that were next t'you..."
""Doesn't mean I like it."
"I should hope not! You wouldn't be th'Slayer I remember if you did."
I leaned into her, "Thanks Drusilla...He's uhm...not using his blood anymore..." I closed my eyes.