-MI: Code Willow- (3/?)

["Cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

This is just too much fun, note written in between lectures.

Title: Mission Impossible: Code Willow
Part 3
Author: Cilia <cilia@xxxxx>
Rating: R
Pairing: B/W Friendship-UST, S/F UST
Type: Uper-BtVS, Crossover, Action/Adventure
Archiving: The usual suspects
Summary: I really don't want to spoil this, so just read on this is my first
crossover/uber-BtVS story.
Feedback? Yes please, it will determine whether I continue or not.

-Mission Impossible: Code Willow-
Cilia

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Location: Outskirts of Rome
Time: 2:00 Zulu

Faith enjoyed her work very much and this was one of those missions where
she really got to show of just why they had spent all those millions on her
training. The first guard went down easily, not dead, but he?d wake up with
a headache in a nice cell. The second was more fun and even gave a fight, if
you could call those five seconds he remained standing that. The fact that
the guards weren?t more numerous didn?t bother her too much, she had a job
take out the perimeter and rig the place to blow.
?I love my job,? she whispered with a grin as she opened the pack that
carried the high explosives.
?Status,? was whispered over the earpiece.
?Five by five Red?? she whispered back. ??and don?t watch the professor?s
ass too much,? she added before closing the link.

Not far away Willow glared into the radio?s microphone, before motioning her
team to follow her in. She?d kept her promise and armed the Professor with
two semi-automatic handguns that had prompted a series of Lara Croft related
jokes from Faith.
?This doesn?t feel right Red,? William whispered as they made their way
towards the hangar.
?Maybe they?re just sloppy,? Elisabeth countered in a low voice.
?Doesn?t matter, we?ve got a mission to finish one-way or the other,?
Willow whispered as she started to pick the lock leading into the hangar.
?This doesn?t feel right,? she cursed when the door opened easily. Pushing
the door carefully inwards, she heard the familiar sound of guns being
cocked.
?Shit!? she muttered as she they dove to the side of the door and came up
behind a stack of loading grates. Bullets filled the space where they had
been standing less then a second later and the door slammed shut.
?Professor you okay,? she asked and then bent down as a hail of bullets
flew over their heads.
?Never been better,? the Professor muttered as she checked her guns.
?William?? she asked and her answer was gunfire from where the other agent
had landed.
?Guys what?s going on,? Faith shouted over the radio. ?They?re opening the
hangar doors.?
?We?ve been ambushed Faith. We?ll try to ground the plane inside the
hangar, but don?t let it get of the ground understood. It can?t leave the
ground!? Willow shouted before popping up and firing.
?Five by five,? Faith exclaimed and the link went dead.
?I sure hope that girl doesn?t get herself killed,? Elisabeth said and
stood up and fired.
?You?ve done this before?? Willow asked as she reloaded and ignored the
bullets embedding themselves in the wall above her head.
?I play paintball on the weekends,? Elisabeth answered as she released the
clips. ?William?s crash course helped too,? she added as one of the
attackers went down.
?They?re pulling out,? William shouted as the plane started up.
?Where?s our damned insider,? Willow cursed before popping up and taking a
few of their attackers down, there weren?t that many she noted before
ducking back behind the crate. No sooner had she spoken the words, and then
gunfire and flashes of light could be seen through the windows of the plane.
?Guess that?s him,? Elisabeth commented as she slammed fresh clips into her
guns.
?William see that ramp?? Willow asked into the radio and the vampire nodded
at her from where he crouched.
?Way ahead of you Red,? Faith reported over the radio as she drove a
boarding-ramp into the hangar, firing as she went.
?Faith I told you to stay outside!? Willow shouted into the microphone.
?This bird isn?t getting of the ground,? the specialist reported with a
grin as a series of explosion rocked the ground. ?Now that the runway looks
like Swiss cheese,? she said the ramp came to a stop.
?Hey they?ve stopped firing, or there is nobody left,? Elisabeth noted as
the plane?s hatch opened and a man came running out onto the ramp shouting
in a very polished British accent.
?Run you fools!? as he past the ramp-car and practically pulled Faith with
him.
?Red I?d listen to the man,? William said as he dove for the hangar bay
doors.
?Why?? Willow shouted into the microphone.
?Cause we weren?t the only ones to rig this place to blow,? Elisabeth said
as she wrinkled her nose at the smell of petrol.
?Shit!? Willow shouted as she went for the door they had come in through,
while pulling the professor with her. Finding the door blocked, which
prompted more cursing from Willow, they both turned to the now closing
hangar bay doors, somebody had done they?re work very well. Crossing the
hangar with speed prompted by a sudden, but welcomed, flow of adrenaline
they both dove through the narrow opening between the doors. Coming out of
their tumble running they were thrown to the ground by the blast of the
explosion.
?Professor you alive?? Willow asked as she raised herself up.
?Afraid so,? Elisabeth answered with a sigh. They both got up slowly and
observed the burning hangar and in the distance they could hear sirens.
?Need a lift,? the polished British accented voice asked.
?Rupert?? Elisabeth asked as they got into the car.
?Hello Betty,? the Watcher greeted.

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Location: Rome safehouse
Time: 4:00 Zulu

?The Ark wasn?t on board, so it must still be under the city somewhere,?
Willow muttered as she busied herself with the maps of the labyrinth system
of tunnels and catacombs that crisscrossed the city. Faith was sleeping on
the couch, while William was tending to the equipment, but every now and
then his eyes drifted over to Faith?s sleeping form. The Watcher, or Rupert
as Elisabeth had called him, was making the coffee.
?Maybe they were expecting us to be on board when it blew?? Elisabeth
suggested. ?We were planning on doing something similar, so if we had been
on board, your boss would have thought we?d accomplished the mission.?
?Perhaps, but how could they have known we were coming?? Willow pondered
and drew a line on the map.
?Maybe they didn?t, maybe we just showed up and like Rupert said they had
everything on board to make it look like the Ark was destroyed,? the
professor countered.
?Well, no matter how things go screwed up tonight, I?ve isolated possible
areas where they could be hiding the Ark, but it?s still too big,? Willow
sighed and threw the ruler away. ? So onto other business. How to you know
the Watcher?? she asked.
?Rupert, if that is his real name, was part of a team that got me and group
of archeologists out the Balkans when the war started and we found us stuck
in the mountains,? Elisabeth answered.
?That was a while ago and sorry to say you don?t look old enough,? Willow
said.
?Why thank you,? Elisabeth said with a smile. ?I was student at the time
and we were looking for an old nazi storage facility reportedly build there
during World War Two, ?Elisabeth explained.
?And here I thought you specialized in ancient religious artifacts?? Willow
asked with a raised eyebrow.
?Well? my profile doesn?t say everything about me,? Elisabeth answered with
a secretive smile.
?That?s not even the half of it,? the Watcher said as he entered the living
room with a tray filled with neatly arranged coffee mugs and scones. ?Any
progress?? he asked as he handed Willow her mug.
?Null,? Willow sighed as she inhaled the aroma of the coffee, much better
the sludge Faith made, perhaps they didn?t train agents as extensively as in
the past, since Rupert was definitely old school. Dressed in a tweet suite
and with his graying hair kept at regulation length, he must have been the
IM?s poster boy in his heyday.
?They did show you the hiding place by any chance?? she asked as she sipped
her coffee.
?Sadly no, I was only in charge of propping the plane for takeoff and I was
supposed to be the co-pilot. Thank god for small miracles I say,? Rupert
answered as he reached into his pocket and fished out thin-rimmed glasses
that he folded out and placed on his nose.
?The Vatican,? Faith exclaimed as she woke up, startling William who?d been
tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
?We can go sightseeing after the mission Faith,? Willow said
absentmindedly.
?No. The Vatican guys, the catacombs run under there too don?t they?? she
asked.
?Yes but I don?t see?? Rupert said as he studied the map.?
?It?s the perfect place, they run deep under there and it?s closed of from
tourists,? she explained. ?Check the map,? she then urged.
?I think she?s right,? Elisabeth stated as she looked up from the map. ?They
could even use the Vatican?s post system and it runs under most the compound
and even a bit beyond,? she explained.
?But come on! It?s the Vatican for Pete?s sake. I mean they?ve got to have
somebody on the inside to pull this kind of stunt of,? William pointed out.
?So who?s up for a tour of the Vatican?? Willow asked.
?Why don?t you take Elisabeth?? Rupert suggest before Faith could suggest
the very same thing.
?So Betty ready to play tourist?? Willow asked with a grin that she was
borrowing once again from Ethan. The professor merely sighed and nodded,
dreading and looking forwards to what was in store, a mixed feeling at best.

TBC....