FF Hunting Tigers Chapter 11
Title: Hunting Tigers
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: I don't think I'll ever be anything other then NC-17.
Pairing:Faith/Tara, Abby/Ziva, Buffy/Angel
Setting: The Lock, if you don't know you need to start back at "Life on the Farm" otherwise you may wonder how all these familiar characters got into such unfamiliar situations.
Summary: An old enemy returns.
Spoilers: Buffy, Angel, NCIS, The Executioner all are fair game in this AU. As is Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a nonprofit work of fanfiction and is in no way a challenge to anyone's copyrights,intellectual properties, or similar.
Wyld's Notes: Seven stories in and eight is plotted out...
Chapter 11.
Faith didn't even have to think as she drilled a pair of .45 rounds through the temple of another terrorist. With her reflexes it was an action her body could carry out on autopilot.
No her mind was more occupied with all the other things her body COULD do if there wasn't all the damn witnesses.
It was bad enough that her life was in danger, but with Ziva, Lex, and most importantly the SCIENTIST Abby all in the line of fire Faith's instincts were SCREAMING to be let off the leash.
They were telling her that she could take the dozen odd attackers that were still on their feet and firing. That she could take them and would have barely a scratch on her. Not only would she have barely a scratch on her, but her friends, and the numerous civilians strewn around this battlefield would be safe!
The problem was that her logical mind was playing the cold bitch and reminding her that someone who could wipe out a dozen terrorists with nary a scratch on them would attract all kinds of attention, and if she was lucky it would be the official attention.
It would be just as likely that Eli David would order his people to point their guns at Team Wet Dream so they could be escorted to the nearest lab where Faith, and likely everyone else, would be cut up to find out how Faith managed to do what her slayer instincts were BEGGING to do.
The snarl on her lips grew as she wondered it that was part of Ari's plan. While the Lock's supernaturally capable resources weren't their only edge they were a noticeable one, a edge that Haswari blunted by keeping witnesses around to keep them from using those advantages.
Still... the Watcher's Council had made B go through a test to see if she could think tactically, that Cruciamentum thing, and while the way they did it was a good example of why the Lock was able to replace them Faith drilled similar concepts into her girls from day one.
Relying too much on your powers turns them into weaknesses.
Her tactical mind seemed to finally get a leash on her instincts and she was able to start making a better analysis of the situation.
Latching onto the car she was crouched behind she thought of Tony and Tim's rolling rocket back during the Witches Powder case.
The fact that she was hunkered down by the engine block had return fire already pop the front two tires, but Faith wouldn't need it to go TOO far, or TOO fast for what she was planning.
Her gun hand flew up and used her pistol to smash the car window.
The fact that her blow took the reinforced glass with a single blow, and her hand came away without a single cut probably skated the edge of humanly possible, but was close enough that Faith didn't worry about it.
Instead she opened the door, her pistol stowed and her combat knife in hand and attacking the steering column.
While she knew she had the vehicle hot wired in the sixty seconds or less of car theft fame with bullets whistling over head and slamming into the vehicles frame it felt closer to sixty minutes, but when the engine came to life her heart gave a surge.
Her knife stowed once more and her pistol back in hand she put that hand holding down both the gas and break to the floor. With her other hand she turned the steering wheel as hard as possible towards the main largest group of terrorists firing upon them.
Diving back the vehicle shot off, first turning in the direction Faith had cranked the wheel and then running straight as the wheels righted themselves.
Of course with the front two wheels shot out the race horse that seemed to surge out of the gate when Faith jumped away quickly developed a drunken sort of gait, but even if the vehicle was swerving as it moved Faith's cover was up and moving, and she was moving with it.
In a half crouch she was firing as she advanced, and while she couldn't put her full slayer reflexes to use shots that would have been primarily to force terrorists to cover was shoving them into their graves.
As she advanced she first picked up at least one shooter aiding her advance by focusing their fire on the Jihadist gunners, and from the angle Faith knew it was Ziva.
She had enough time to wonder where Lex was before she smelled the use of magick, and then an instant later had a second gunner shooting like Ziva, but from an angle that said Lex had used the distraction to teleport herself to Abby.
It was another moment that would have been an instant to others, but felt like an exposed eternity to Faith and her enhanced reflexes before the rest of the Israeli gunners first helped Faith's advance, and then started to sweep the sides of the enemy emplacements.
Her advance stopped with the car, and again faith functioned at the very edge of the human envelope as she dove, rolled over the hood of the car to find herself face to face with one of the terrorist shooters.
Faith dodged to the side as he tried to bring up his cut down AK-47. Sliding behind him she put her Mk 23 pistol to her left hand and wrapped her left arm around his throat. Her right actually laid itself over the rifle's pistol grip, feeling bones crush as she tightened her old.
The pistol in her left was roaring in her own ears as it fired targets in it's arc of fire as she forced the rifle to point and shoot at targets in front of her.
Faith's human shield gave her several seconds of no return fire before the man's compatriot's seemed to decide that their bullets would earn him his trip to Paradise just as well as an Israeli's and soon she felt her shield shaking with the impacts, but by then their numbers had dropped far enough that it was too little and too late.
The firefight ended like they always seem to, with a sudden silence. Of course with Faith's senses she knew it was anything but sudden as a good seven seconds passed since a single round was fired by the terrorists, but in the heat of battle and the rush of adrenaline anyone without a slayer's senses usually figures a firing weapon is firing at them, and they understandably focus on returning fire.
Dropping the man's body she saw he still had a spark of life as he managed some last words.
"He has returned and so shall I!"
"Then I'll kill you a second time." Seeing his words had taken up what was left of his life Faith turned from him and back to her friends only to find commotion by Director David and his daughter. It looked like a pair of IDF solders was trying to escort the Director away, but Ziva wasn't letting them.
Slayer might not be sure what was going on, but she trusted her people, and if Spy Queen didn't want them to take the Director then the Director wasn't going anywhere.
As she got closer she saw Lex keeping Abby back.
Once she was there she heard Spy Queens voice raised and speaking in Hebrew. She witched back to English as Slayer arrived. "The building is more secure and we will take him inside!"
The IDF solder on the right disagreed. "If the building was secure then it would not have come under attack! We shall take the Director to a secure location!"
Ziva growled in reply. "The BUILDING was not attacked, we were attacked on the street outside, the building is perfectly secure!"
The argument seemed ready to continue, so faith simply walked up and started shoving the Director towards the Mossad building. The soldiers immediately started protesting, one literally stepping in the way.
In response Slayer drew her pistol and pointed it in the man's face. "You are keeping your Director out in the open right after a terrorist attack. We can argue it inside."
The soldier's response was instant. "We will NOT!"
Her eyes narrowed, but they also caught something to the side, the other solider was drawing his pistol. Faith turned and pointed her weapon at him, which caused the first to try to go for his gun, but Ziva was faster and had him staring down the fairly large barrel of a .44 Magnum Desert Eagle.
The Director's voice was calm. "I believe I shall follow my associates suggestion and go inside, and you gentlemen will join us so we can verify you are who you say you are."
Author: Dark Wyldchilde (wyldchilde37@yahoo.com)
Rating: I don't think I'll ever be anything other then NC-17.
Pairing:Faith/Tara, Abby/Ziva, Buffy/Angel
Setting: The Lock, if you don't know you need to start back at "Life on the Farm" otherwise you may wonder how all these familiar characters got into such unfamiliar situations.
Summary: An old enemy returns.
Spoilers: Buffy, Angel, NCIS, The Executioner all are fair game in this AU. As is Supernatural.
Disclaimers: This is a nonprofit work of fanfiction and is in no way a challenge to anyone's copyrights,intellectual properties, or similar.
Wyld's Notes: Seven stories in and eight is plotted out...
Chapter 11.
Faith didn't even have to think as she drilled a pair of .45 rounds through the temple of another terrorist. With her reflexes it was an action her body could carry out on autopilot.
No her mind was more occupied with all the other things her body COULD do if there wasn't all the damn witnesses.
It was bad enough that her life was in danger, but with Ziva, Lex, and most importantly the SCIENTIST Abby all in the line of fire Faith's instincts were SCREAMING to be let off the leash.
They were telling her that she could take the dozen odd attackers that were still on their feet and firing. That she could take them and would have barely a scratch on her. Not only would she have barely a scratch on her, but her friends, and the numerous civilians strewn around this battlefield would be safe!
The problem was that her logical mind was playing the cold bitch and reminding her that someone who could wipe out a dozen terrorists with nary a scratch on them would attract all kinds of attention, and if she was lucky it would be the official attention.
It would be just as likely that Eli David would order his people to point their guns at Team Wet Dream so they could be escorted to the nearest lab where Faith, and likely everyone else, would be cut up to find out how Faith managed to do what her slayer instincts were BEGGING to do.
The snarl on her lips grew as she wondered it that was part of Ari's plan. While the Lock's supernaturally capable resources weren't their only edge they were a noticeable one, a edge that Haswari blunted by keeping witnesses around to keep them from using those advantages.
Still... the Watcher's Council had made B go through a test to see if she could think tactically, that Cruciamentum thing, and while the way they did it was a good example of why the Lock was able to replace them Faith drilled similar concepts into her girls from day one.
Relying too much on your powers turns them into weaknesses.
Her tactical mind seemed to finally get a leash on her instincts and she was able to start making a better analysis of the situation.
Latching onto the car she was crouched behind she thought of Tony and Tim's rolling rocket back during the Witches Powder case.
The fact that she was hunkered down by the engine block had return fire already pop the front two tires, but Faith wouldn't need it to go TOO far, or TOO fast for what she was planning.
Her gun hand flew up and used her pistol to smash the car window.
The fact that her blow took the reinforced glass with a single blow, and her hand came away without a single cut probably skated the edge of humanly possible, but was close enough that Faith didn't worry about it.
Instead she opened the door, her pistol stowed and her combat knife in hand and attacking the steering column.
While she knew she had the vehicle hot wired in the sixty seconds or less of car theft fame with bullets whistling over head and slamming into the vehicles frame it felt closer to sixty minutes, but when the engine came to life her heart gave a surge.
Her knife stowed once more and her pistol back in hand she put that hand holding down both the gas and break to the floor. With her other hand she turned the steering wheel as hard as possible towards the main largest group of terrorists firing upon them.
Diving back the vehicle shot off, first turning in the direction Faith had cranked the wheel and then running straight as the wheels righted themselves.
Of course with the front two wheels shot out the race horse that seemed to surge out of the gate when Faith jumped away quickly developed a drunken sort of gait, but even if the vehicle was swerving as it moved Faith's cover was up and moving, and she was moving with it.
In a half crouch she was firing as she advanced, and while she couldn't put her full slayer reflexes to use shots that would have been primarily to force terrorists to cover was shoving them into their graves.
As she advanced she first picked up at least one shooter aiding her advance by focusing their fire on the Jihadist gunners, and from the angle Faith knew it was Ziva.
She had enough time to wonder where Lex was before she smelled the use of magick, and then an instant later had a second gunner shooting like Ziva, but from an angle that said Lex had used the distraction to teleport herself to Abby.
It was another moment that would have been an instant to others, but felt like an exposed eternity to Faith and her enhanced reflexes before the rest of the Israeli gunners first helped Faith's advance, and then started to sweep the sides of the enemy emplacements.
Her advance stopped with the car, and again faith functioned at the very edge of the human envelope as she dove, rolled over the hood of the car to find herself face to face with one of the terrorist shooters.
Faith dodged to the side as he tried to bring up his cut down AK-47. Sliding behind him she put her Mk 23 pistol to her left hand and wrapped her left arm around his throat. Her right actually laid itself over the rifle's pistol grip, feeling bones crush as she tightened her old.
The pistol in her left was roaring in her own ears as it fired targets in it's arc of fire as she forced the rifle to point and shoot at targets in front of her.
Faith's human shield gave her several seconds of no return fire before the man's compatriot's seemed to decide that their bullets would earn him his trip to Paradise just as well as an Israeli's and soon she felt her shield shaking with the impacts, but by then their numbers had dropped far enough that it was too little and too late.
The firefight ended like they always seem to, with a sudden silence. Of course with Faith's senses she knew it was anything but sudden as a good seven seconds passed since a single round was fired by the terrorists, but in the heat of battle and the rush of adrenaline anyone without a slayer's senses usually figures a firing weapon is firing at them, and they understandably focus on returning fire.
Dropping the man's body she saw he still had a spark of life as he managed some last words.
"He has returned and so shall I!"
"Then I'll kill you a second time." Seeing his words had taken up what was left of his life Faith turned from him and back to her friends only to find commotion by Director David and his daughter. It looked like a pair of IDF solders was trying to escort the Director away, but Ziva wasn't letting them.
Slayer might not be sure what was going on, but she trusted her people, and if Spy Queen didn't want them to take the Director then the Director wasn't going anywhere.
As she got closer she saw Lex keeping Abby back.
Once she was there she heard Spy Queens voice raised and speaking in Hebrew. She witched back to English as Slayer arrived. "The building is more secure and we will take him inside!"
The IDF solder on the right disagreed. "If the building was secure then it would not have come under attack! We shall take the Director to a secure location!"
Ziva growled in reply. "The BUILDING was not attacked, we were attacked on the street outside, the building is perfectly secure!"
The argument seemed ready to continue, so faith simply walked up and started shoving the Director towards the Mossad building. The soldiers immediately started protesting, one literally stepping in the way.
In response Slayer drew her pistol and pointed it in the man's face. "You are keeping your Director out in the open right after a terrorist attack. We can argue it inside."
The soldier's response was instant. "We will NOT!"
Her eyes narrowed, but they also caught something to the side, the other solider was drawing his pistol. Faith turned and pointed her weapon at him, which caused the first to try to go for his gun, but Ziva was faster and had him staring down the fairly large barrel of a .44 Magnum Desert Eagle.
The Director's voice was calm. "I believe I shall follow my associates suggestion and go inside, and you gentlemen will join us so we can verify you are who you say you are."