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This story is No. 8 in the series "Faith in the Army.". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Faith in the Army. The US military now has a shoot first, dissect later attitude to monsters and aliens; unfortunately other agencies didn’t feel the same way. There were still those who thought they could make deals with Zog from Planet ‘X’.

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Chapter One

By Dave Turner.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or the movie ‘Predator 1 & 2’, I write these stories for fun not profit.

Crossover: The movies Predator 1 & 2.

Spelling, Punctuation, and Grammar; Written in glorious English-English which is different to American-English.

Timeline: Forth story in the ‘Faith in the Army’ series and set in early 2007.

Words: 17 Chapters of 3000+ words.

Warnings: Some violence, harsh language and minor femslash.

Summary: Faith in the Army. The US military now has a shoot first, dissect later attitude to monsters and aliens; unfortunately other agencies didn’t feel the same way. There were still those who thought they could make deals with Zog from Planet ‘X’.


Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
I look out my window what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay.

‘Oh you pretty things’; David Bowie.

Friday Night, Norfolk, Virginia, April, 2007.

Climbing out of her Hummer onto the rain wet street, Faith adjusted her pistol belt and checked out her surroundings. A typical Norfolk street, she thought; cars passing by at a junction down the road aways. A few people hurrying along the sidewalk, their collars turned up against the cold drizzle…the abandoned patrol car with its lights still flashing parked half way across the sidewalk in front of the bar. Reaching inside her vehicle, Faith took the night stick from its resting place next to her seat and slipped it into the loop on her belt.

“What’d think we’ve got, Slay?” Sergeant Michael ‘Ant’ Anthony asked as he got out from behind the steering wheel of the Humvee.

“Call said a disturbance in a bar,” Faith rested her hands on her belt; one hand on top of the flap of her pistol holster the other resting on her night-stick. “Doesn’t look too ‘disturbed’ to me.”

The call had come in only a few minutes ago, Faith and her partner had been just around the corner. They’d arrived within a couple of minutes only to find the local Leo’s were there already. Someone had called in to say there was a soldier smashing up a bar, Faith looked up and down the street again, there didn’t seem to be any evidence to suggest that anything illegal was going on…except for the abandoned police cruiser.

“We better go check it out,” Faith started towards the door of the bar.

“Bet its not even one of ours,” Ant muttered as he followed closely behind her, “people see a uniform that obviously isn’t Navy and they immediately think ‘soldier’ an’ call us.”

“I don’t care,” Faith replied as she reached for the door, “as long as it isn’t a Marine.”

Just as Faith was about to pull the door open the MP’s had to jump aside as the door burst open; two local cops tumbled from the doorway to land in a heap on the sidewalk. The civilian cops moaned as they sat up amidst the glittering shards of glass that lay on the ground all around them. In accordance with the universal rules of bar fights, the two local cops were unhurt and picked themselves up before dusting themselves down. Walking slowly over to the Leos, Faith looked them up and down and shook her head pityingly.

“How many?” she asked the older of the two cops.

“MP’s are here,” commented the cop to his partner as he straightened himself out, he looked down at Faith and said, “just the one.”

“Just the one, big guy was he?” Faith looked from the two cops to the smashed door and back again, she signed heavily, “Okay, leave this to us.”

“Hey!” The cop grabbed Faith by the shoulder as she started to turn away, “We’ll deal with this…AAAGH!”

Her hands and body a blur of movement, Faith grabbed the officer’s hand from off her arm, she’d turned and now had him in an arm lock. The guy’s partner moved to intervene but was stopped when Ant put his hand on his chest.

“Trust me,” Ant smiled, “you really don’t want to annoy my partner anymore than she is already.” He turned his head to look at Faith, “Let him go Slay.”

“Yeah, okay,” Faith reluctantly let go of the cop’s hand and pushed him away, she glanced at Ant, “I’m goin’ in, okay?”

“Right behind you Slay,” Ant confirmed.

“Hey,” the older cop rubbed his abused shoulder as he followed behind Ant and Faith, “what’s wrong with her, she on the rag or something?”

Halting, Ant turned to face the cop and smiled nastily at him.

“Look,” Ant said evenly, “the Staff Sergeant just doesn’t like to be grabbed, okay?” Ant began to turn away again but stopped and turned back to the cop, “And if I ever hear you disrespecting a holder of the Silver and Bronze Stars again I will personally ram my night-stick so far up your ass you’ll think you’re a popsicle…okay?”

Walking into the bar, Faith looked around carefully; the place had certainly been trashed. There were tables and chairs lying on the floor along with smashed glasses and spilt drinks. Leaning against the bar at the far end of the room was a Marine, he sipped from a glass of bourbon as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. At least he would have if the Marine had cast one.

“Fuck it!” Faith whispered to herself, “A freaking bloodsucker.”

It always amazed Faith the way a bloodsucker’s clothes cast no reflection. Logic would seem to dictate that she should be seeing the reflection of the bloodsucker’s uniform. Smiling she thought how neat it would be to see some guy’s clothes walking about by themselves. Her hand fell automatically to her pistol holster before she could stop it. Bitter experience told her that bullets didn’t stop bloodsuckers; she’d found that useful fact out one dark night in Iraq. To deal with this situation she’d need to get up close and personal, she’d have to snap the bloodsucker’s neck…either that or set it on fire. Turning back to the door, Faith was just in time to stop Ant from coming into the bar and seeing the bloodsucker.

“Hey look,” Faith said quietly, “no need for ya to come in man, I’ll deal, okay?”

“You sure?” Ant looked into his partners eyes; he liked working with Faith, but every now and again they’d turn up somewhere and she’d get this funny look in her eyes and she’d cut him out of the action.

It was almost as if she didn’t think he could handle whatever was going down. So far he’d always accepted her explanation that she could handle whatever it was that needed handling, but one day soon he was going to need to know what her problem was. He didn’t think it was him, it was something that she just wouldn’t talk about.

“Okay,” Ant nodded, “I’ll watch the door shall I?”

“Please,” Faith smiled at her partner all the time wishing she could tell him the truth, while at the same time doubting he could deal with it.

“I know you’re tougher an’ stronger than you look, Slay but…” Ant gestured towards the bar.

“Frightened I’m gonna get my ass kicked?” Faith smiled lazily, “Trust me it ain’t gonna happen.”

Turning away from her partner, Faith walked back into the bar.

“Great,” Ant muttered as Faith disappeared from his view, “trust me to get the suicidal partner.”


“This should be interesting.”

The words froze Faith in her tracks; she followed the sound of the voice to its source. Sitting on the bar dressed in what looked like skin-tight motorcycle leathers and boots with impossibly high heels; was an attractive, blonde haired woman in her mid twenties. Faith’s eyes glided up and down the woman’s shapely figure taking in her beauty from the bottom of her boots to the top of her head with its main of golden hair. Faith had never seen a woman quite so beautiful before; she also wondered why she’d not noticed her earlier.

“You okay, Miss?” Faith asked after regaining focus.

“Oh, I’m just fine,” laughed the woman, her voice sounded like water tinkling over a waterfall, Faith thought she caught a trace of an Irish accent.

Turning her attention back to the Marine, who Faith noticed was still just standing at the bar gazing at the mirror, she dismissed the woman from her mind, for now.

“Okay, asshole,” Faith said in a business-like tone, “you coming peaceable?”

“I ain’t gone nowhere ‘peaceable’ since I was thirteen,” the Marine replied as if he was an actor in an old western, “you think you can make me?” The Marine laughed slowly as he pushed himself away from the bar and turned to face Faith, “Y’know you can’t spell ‘whimp’ with out the em-pee’!”

“Wrong thing to say, blowjob,” Faith sighed quietly as she drew her nightstick.

The Marine laughed as his face distorted and he sprang across the wrecked room trying to catch Faith in his claw-like grip. Stepping quickly to one side, she hit the bloodsucker on the side of the head with her nightstick as he stumbled by. The Marine was going too fast to stop and turn quickly and he blundered on by her and collided with the wall. In an instant Faith was on him, she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind up his back.

The bloodsucking Marine struggled in her grasp as he tried to escape her hold. The fact that Faith was as strong as, or even stronger than he was seemed to have shaken the bloodsucker’s confidence. Feeling the panic in his frantic attempts to break loose, Faith smiled to herself and tightened her grip on the vampire Marine. Managing to lift one of his legs the bloodsucker placed his foot against the wall and pushed. The two combatants stumbled across the floor until Faith’s boot caught on an overturned chair and they both went tumbling to the floor.

Recovering quickly, Faith managed to grab the bloodsucker around the neck as they rolled across the floor. Flexing her un-naturally strong arm muscles, Faith smiled as she heard and felt the bloodsucker’s neck break. The next moment she found herself lying on the floor covered in the dusty, ash-like stuff these monsters turned into after she’d killed one. Standing up, Faith brushed down her uniform and turned to face the woman sitting on the bar.

“Well that was surprising,” the blonde hadn’t moved an inch while Faith had fought the bloodsucker.

“Okay Miss,” Faith turned to give the woman a reappraising look, there was something not right about her, “did you know this man?”

“Know him?” the woman seemed to be laughing at her, “Not as such, but there’s one like him in almost every bar.”

Frowning, Faith thought about what the woman had just said, it seemed an odd thing to say even in a bar late on a Friday night with the fleet in port.

“Okay, I’m taking you in for questioning,” Faith walked over and took hold of the woman’s arm moving too fast for her to react to.

“Oh no you’re…feck me!” the woman looked down at Faith’s hand surprised to find it attached to her arm; she looked up into Faith’s eyes and smiled a knowing smile, “Well, well, well you’re like me, I shoulda known!”

“You what?” Faith frowned, wondering what the hell the woman was talking about.

Suddenly, Faith found herself holding on to thin air, she looked around in confusion; where had the woman gone and how had she broken free? Something moved and Faith turned to see the woman standing in the doorway that led to the yard at the back of the bar, she grinned at Faith showing even white teeth.

“Good luck, soldier girl,” she laughed, “see you around some time.”

Before Faith could even move the blonde had gone.

“Whatever,” Faith sighed; this was just another episode in the weirdness that was her life, she’d work it out later

Just then the two original cops chose that moment to burst back into the bar followed by a whole load of their buddies. As the room filled up with cops, they asked Faith where the Marine had disappeared to. Faith just shrugged her shoulders and said that when she’d got into the bar there’d not been any Marine; just a blonde girl who’d run off out the back door. Somehow she managed to imply that the two original cops had made up the story about the Marine to cover the fact they’d had their asses kicked by a woman. Collecting up Ant with her eye, they went back outside to their Humvee and drove off leaving the Leos to deal with the mess. Sighing, Faith couldn’t help thinking that if she never saw another bloodsucker or any more mysterious blondes ever again she’d be a happy soldier.


About seven years previously, Faith had woken up in a hospital room in a place called Sunnydale, California. Apart from her name she’d had no idea who she was or why she’d been in a coma for the past eight months. Faith’d had a few dream-like memories of a woman who’d killed the man she thought was her father and then come after her with a knife; Faith had been stabbed in the stomach and left for dead.

The police told her that there was no knife wielding woman; that the man she’d thought was her father was actually the Mayor of Sunnydale who’d died in a gas explosion at the local high school. It was obvious to Faith when she thought about it later that the cops had thought that she’d been this mayor guy’s squeeze; although how this went together with being stabbed no one had explained. It was all very confusing, particularly if you’d spent the last eight months asleep and had no memory of what had happened before you took your little nap. It was even more confusing when two detectives came into her room late one night. They gave her an envelope containing money and all the documents she’d need to start a new life somewhere other than Sunnydale, they’d been very insistent on this point. They’d given her a bag of clothes and suggested that she leave town…that night.

Leaving Sunnydale, Faith had drifted for a couple of months trying to get her head round what had happened to her. With the money she’d been given starting to run low she looked around for something she could do. As the only thing she seemed to be good at was fighting (due to her un-natural strength and reactions) or stripping (due to her unbelievably hot body), eventually she walked into an army recruitment office and enlisted in the US Army, they seemed glad to have her.

It only took Faith a few months to realise she loved the army, it gave her everything she needed, but most of all it gave her a reason to ‘be’. In time she found herself in Iraq attached to an infantry unit, where she distinguished herself in several actions earning the Silver and Bronze Stars plus three Purple Hearts. After returning to Iraq from the States where she’d been sent home to recover from the injuries she’d received during an ambush. Her C/O had told her that the army was getting cold feet about her being in the forefront of any battle that happened by and had she ever thought of transferring to another corps?

This was how she’d found herself in the Military Police Corps in 2006. After training at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri, she and her friend, Corporal Brenda Mitchell, had found themselves posted to the Marine base at Camp Lejeune. Due to the manpower shortage in the US military they found themselves helping to train the young Marines; they’d even gone into action with them on Nunca-Aterriza.

After returning from the Marines they’d both been posted to ‘A’ Company 727th Military Police Battalion at Fort Robert Shaw in Virginia. Life at Fort Shaw turned out to be far from boring. Within a couple of weeks Faith had found herself drugged and kidnapped by some pervert who’d held her captive in an old ammo bunker. Although she’d escaped, the things that had been done to her had weighed heavily on her mind and by Christmas her relationship with Brenda was over.

After Brenda had moved out of the little house they’d shared, Faith realised that the break-up was bound to have happened sometime. Whatever else had gone on in their lives, their relationship was basically about sex (or so she’d told herself); Faith had realised and she thought Brenda had too, that they’d drift apart eventually. The kidnapping had just made it happen sooner rather than later, they were still friends but romantically it was all over.


Monday morning, Fort Shaw, Virginia.

The morning dawned bright and clear; after eating breakfast, Faith had left her house; she had to be on duty at zero-eight-hundred. This week it was her platoon’s turn for training. After morning parade all the squad leaders (which included Faith) went into Lt Anderson’s office to receive their training program for the week and review any special training needs the platoon might have. Today, Faith found she’d be going through anti-ambush drills with her squad before taking part in a platoon sized exercise later in the week.

Other things of note for the week where a trip to the rifle ranges and a map reading exercise up in the mountains. Looking at the neatly laid out list of activities, Faith sighed just a little. Exercises were all good fun, but they didn’t give her the ‘rush’ that actual combat did. However, training weeks gave her more time to ‘freelance’ in the city tracking down and killing bloodsuckers. However, Faith was destined never to go ‘freelancing’ in Jeffersonville ever again.


David E. Twiggs Junior High, later that morning.

Climbing out of her Humvee, Faith saw that at least half the school had been reduced to ruins. All around her the lights of emergency vehicles flashed as police, fire fighters and paramedics made their way towards the ruined buildings while others carried stretchers towards the waiting ambulances. At first, Faith was a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on around her; she’d never experienced so much chaos on such a large scale before. Climbing out of the Hummer she walked slowly around the vehicle to stand next to Lt Anderson.

“What do we do, Ma’am?” Faith wanted to know; if there’d been an enemy to fight she’d know instinctively what to do, but this-this was out of her area of expertise.

“Wait by the Hummer, Sergeant,” Anderson instructed her, “I’m going to try and find the local emergency co-ordinator.”

“On it, Ma’am,” Faith replied as she watched her platoon leader disappear into the chaos of emergency crews and stunned children.

Waiting by the vehicle, Faith found herself watching emergency workers bring stretchers from the school to the waiting ambulances and medical teams. Someone had set up a casualty clearing station near by and Faith watched as medical staff fought to stabilise casualties before sending them off to hospital. Her eyes drifted away from this scene to where a short row of small bodies lay covered in blood stained sheets and blankets.

Standing there by herself, Faith began to get a clearer idea of what must have happened. The aircraft had obviously flown in low over the sea before crashing into the school. This she’d worked out from the long scare across the school sports field that carried on into the housing on the perimeter. If the aircraft had suddenly dropped out of the sky it would have made a big hole in the ground and more than likely destroyed the school completely. As it was, Faith guessed that the aircraft had slowed significantly before hitting the school buildings and stopping.

After a minute or two, Faith’s senses started to warn her of something that wasn’t quite right; she moved so she could stand on a lump of wall to take a good look around. It took her a second or two to realise what was missing. In just about every picture of an air crash she’d seen one thing stuck out in her mind above all else. The aircraft’s tail nearly always survived to stand out from the rest of the wreckage, looking around she could see no sign of the tail-plane; and then there was the smell. Sniffing without really knowing she was doing it, Faith could smell the smell of burning wood and paper, she could even catch the stench of charred flesh; thankfully not too strongly. But the one thing she couldn’t smell was aviation fuel. Surely even if the aircraft had been at the end of its flight, flying on almost empty tanks she should be able to smell fuel.


Standing in the sunshine of an early spring morning, Faith breathed deeply of air that smelt of fire and death. As she did so she noticed how things had changed in only the few minutes since she and the rest of her platoon had arrived. In the last five minutes or so things were looking a lot less chaotic around the rescue site. Looking up Faith could see two or three news choppers buzzing around the crash site like annoying hornets. The manic air of the rescue workers had now been replaced by efficient professionalism as emergency plans were dusted off and people started to take charge and get things organised. Keeping out of the rescue worker’s way, she waited by the Humvee.

“Sergeant,” Lt Anderson nodded her head to Faith as she came to stand beside her.

The two soldiers stood in silence for a moment as they surveyed the crash site.

“Notice anything unusual, Sergeant?” Lt Anderson asked in a conversational tone.

“Like you mean that this isn’t a normal plane crash, ma’am?” Faith turned to look at her officer.

“Yes,” Anderson nodded her head slowly, “they’re saying it might have been a terrorist attack gone wrong. That someone was trying to crash onto Norfolk Naval Base.”

“No ma’am,” Faith shook her head.

“No, you don’t think it’s a terrorist attack?” Lt Anderson waited for Faith to explain herself.

“No ma’am,” Faith took a deep breath, “I don’t think this is a normal aircraft.”

“Explain,” Anderson invited her to speak some more; Faith was an experienced NCO and Anderson was more than willing to hear what she had to say.

“Look ma’am,” Faith gestured to the crash site, “where’s the wings an’ engines, where’s the tail? There’s always stuff like that lying around and okay we’ve got some fires but shouldn’t an airplane cause more…” Faith paused for a moment, “…and where’s the bodies? I’m no expert ma’am,” Faith shrugged, “but I’ve seen stuff on TV an’ this doesn’t look right to me…”

“Keep going Sergeant you’re doing fine,” Lt Anderson encouraged Faith to keep talking as she appeared to be mirroring her own concerns.

“…well,” Faith to a long breath as she tried to decide how she was going to say what she wanted to say, “and it doesn’t look like a seven-forty-seven to me it…” Faith swallowed hard, “…it looks more like a space ship or something.”

“A spaceship,” Lt Anderson turned her head and raised a sceptical eyebrow at her subordinate, “what makes you say that, Sergeant?”

“I don’t know ma’am,” Faith replied miserably, unsure whether she should say any more, “a feeling maybe or it just didn’t look right and…”

“Okay, Sergeant Lehane,” Lt Anderson smiled reassuringly at Faith, “there’s no need to look so worried, I’m not going to have you kicked out on a Section Eight.” The Lieutenant walked slowly over to the Hummer, reached inside to bring out the microphone for the vehicle’s radio. “A lot of what you say agrees with my reading of the situation and I’m…WHAT THE FUCK!”

There was a flash like a surface to air missile streaking up into the sky, followed by the ear numbing blast as one of the news choppers exploded overhead. The two soldiers watching in helpless fascination as the burning wreck of the helicopter tumbled from the sky like a burning toy. Everyone looked on in shocked silence as the helicopter crashed into the ground next to a fire department truck. In the excitement no one noticed the vague shape move quickly away from the crash site and towards Jeffersonville.

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