Fic: Massive Collatoral Damage (1/?)

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Massive Collatoral Damage
Or: Buffy and Willow make Lovely Angels

Part 1.

Sunnyvale metroplex was awash with light and colour. The streets 
thronged with laughing people admiring each other's outlandish 
costumes, as a parade of floats wound its way through the streets. 
Huge blimps in the shapes of outlandish cartoon creatures floated 
between the towering skyscrapers, lit now and then by streaks of 
light that pierced the night sky.

High above the sparkling streets, Buffy leaned over a rooftop balcony 
and frowned.

"It's not fair. Why do we have to work on a night like this?"

Behind her, Willow knelt over an open case, assembling a large gun. 

"If you have a complaint, tell it to the bozos who choose halloween 
as the perfect date to run an apocolypse." She said, without turning.

Buffy walked over to her and watched for a moment as the gun got 
bigger. She idly stroked the other girl's abundant red hair. Willow 
closed the case and stood, cradling a weapon large enough to do a 
fair bit of damage just by blugeoning someone with it. As she ran 
through the diagnostic systems to check all was operational, Buffy 
ran a finger across the quanity of exposed flesh that was accessable 
through the substantial gaps in Willow's battle bikini. Willow, 
intent on her task, failed to respond. So Buffy decided to make a 
small project of working out how far she would have to go to distract 
her.

Willow's hands trembled slightly as she set the calibrations on the 
Smith-Hitachi Godzilla bazooka blaster, and turned to surrender 
herself to a passionate kiss as Buffy's hand carressed the white 
material that almost covered her breasts. Her lips met empty space as 
Buffy pulled away to look at a transit flyer glided past.

"Showtime." Said Buffy, whipping out her own blaster. Stubby wings 
sprouted from the jetpack on her back as she lifted into the air.

Willow, behind her, pouted.

The flyer's pilot glanced in the rear view screen and noted the two 
vapour trails that were homing in on his craft.

"Police?" He wondered, before an explosion rocked the flyer, knocking 
it sideways. As he struggled to bring it under control, he felt a 
cold metallic weight settle on his shoulder. He glanced back to find 
himself looking down a gun barrel the size of his head. It was 
smoking slightly.

"can't you end-of-the-world guys ever schedule to not clash with big 
party nights?" Said Buffy, at the other end of the weapon.

The pilot bared his fangs.

"If you want to survive," Said Willow, from his other side, "Give it 
up without a fight."

"Go to hell!" He said, flooring the accelerator, which knocked the 
two girls back with the sudden movement, sending their weapons 
flying. "The cult of Grr'k will not be defeated by a pair of little 
girls!"

Before Buffy could shake her head to clear the stars out of it, the 
vampire leapt over the seat at her. Dodging the blow, she brought her 
Smith-Hitachi Godzilla bazooker blaster up and fired at point blank 
range, which evaporated the vampire's head, along with a large chunk 
of the flight systems situated behind it.


The flyer gracefully fell from the sky as it turned from a flying 
machine to a lump of metal and plastic. Willow leapt forward to try 
to steer it into a controlled crash in the park, but there did not 
appear to be anything left to steer it with.

The ship wore a big groove in the grass, bounced a couple of times, 
knocked over the odd tree, and came to rest, smoke pouring from its 
hull.

"I just don't believe it!" Said Giles, "You crashed the ship?"

Willow winced at the volume coming through her triangular 
communicator earing. "Not really a crash, so much." She protested," 
It was more of a controlled landing."

"We dusted the vampire, so what's the big?"

"Is the cargo intact?"

"Huh?"

"The cargo that you you were supposed to retrieve." Said Giles, icily.

With a little slayer muscle behind it, the twisted metal of the cargo 
door crashed open.

"I swear, no one said anything about a cargo to me." Said Willow 
apologetically, following Buffy into the back of the flyer.

Buffy swung her torch around, until the beam of light came to rest on 
a large ornate coffin shaped box. It was empty.

"That can't be good." Said Buffy.