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CHAPTER 1 -- The Body

Buffy woke to a blinding pain radiating at the back of her skull. She opened her eyes only to be greeted by an equally blinding light streaming from the open curtains. Grunting at the light in an effort to make it go away, Buffy sat up and attempted to take in her surroundings. She was in a stereotypical hotel room -- bare white walls, more drawers than one person could ever need, and complete with funky smell. Buffy noted the lack of a mini-bar. Reaching a hand out to steady herself, she came in contact with a fleshy arm. Whipping her hand away, she made a disgruntled face, trying to focus in on what was next to her. After a few moments of concentration she saw the bed’s second occupant -- a stiff, unmoving body.

Buffy squinted at her bed’s intruder. Making a growling noise in the back of her throat, she mustered all the energy possible in her fuzzy-headed state and heaved the body onto its back. It revealed to her a sandy blonde haired, broad shouldered man. He showed no sign that he had been disturbed by the sudden flip. Buffy frowned, leaning close to the man’s face, “Hey, Mister, I didn’t kill you did I?” She reached for a wrist and found a steady pulse that told her she hadn’t. Buffy shrugged, ignoring her own nakedness she stretched across the man and fumbled though his trousers laying on the edge of the bed. Ransacking his wallet, she pulled out an ID.

“Riley Finn,” she read aloud. She ran the name through her head a couple times, something eventually clicking. Oh, yes, Captain Cardboard. It had taken a lot of alcohol to loosen that one up. Buffy usually didn’t drink on the job . . . Well, not that much anyway. But the dull drone of the man’s idea of conversation had caused her to turn to the bottle.

Okay, she remembered Finn, now if she could only remember why she was there . . . . Buffy again turned her gaze to the plastic card in her hand. It wasn’t just any ID, it was one for Sunnydale University. Sunnydale . . . That was the shit hole-in-the-wall town she was in now. If she could only remember why . . . . Her mission ran in a constant stream though her head. Ah, yes, Principal Snyder. Principal Snyder had been a bad boy -- something involving kiddie porn. Buffy was to get the school district information about Snyder off Finn’s laptop.

Now confident in what she was supposed to be doing, Buffy reached for the hotel phone, pressing the numbers to connect to the next door room.

“Okay, Will,” she spoke before replacing the receiver.

Seconds later there was a knock on the door. Buffy slipped a shirt over her head and threw the door open to reveal an eager looking redhead -- her partner in killing-crime.

Willow hightailed it to the table that housed the laptop and quickly began smacking at keys that meant nothing to Buffy, who was busy trying to find her purse.

Finding her bag, she spilled out what would look like scrap metal to the naked eye. With it, she expertly assembled an impressive looking gun. Loading it with ammunition found in a secret compartment of her blush, she aimed it around the room.

Willow glanced over at the figure in the bed, “You had enough Ambein, you know. You could have saved us some time and knocked him out before you lost your clothes.”

Buffy poked at the motionless body with her weapon, “I though he was worth it,” With the barrel of her gun, Buffy lifted the starched sheet, exposing his naked torso. She grimaced at what she saw, “I was wrong.”

“Done,” Willow announced, slipping a floppy disk out of the computer.

Buffy was impressed, “Wow, you’re good at that.”

Willow smiled proudly, “That’s why you do the killin’ and I do the hacking. Computer hacking I mean, not body parts -- that’s your department.”

As Buffy continued to fumbled around searching for her panties. She looked suspiciously at the form in the bed, “You sure we’re not suppose to kill this one?”

Willow shook her head, “Angel specifically said not to kill this one. Don’t you listen to any of the debriefings?”

Buffy frowned, “They’re boring and he laughs at his own jokes. I can’t believe I used to fall for that.”

Willow shrugged, “Love is blind.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “If that’s what you want to call it.”

“I think the meetings are exciting,” Willow bounced a little in her chair. “They make me feel like we’re in some sort of secret club.”

Buffy looked at her friend, bemused, “Will, we are in a secret club -- a secret club that kills people for money.”

TBC




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