I OWN NOTHIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Corporal Alexander Lavelle Harris stood in front of his CO and the two men from the CIA that had called him into the office.

"Corporal Alexander Harris reporting as ordered Sir." Xander stated as he moved into the room and stood at attention. His CO, Captain Blaine Hamlet sat behind his desk. He nodded to Xander and eyed the CIA operatives with a careful eye.

"At ease Corporal." Xander loosened his stance and took a seat as Capt. Hamlet motioned for him to. The two men in well pressed suits stepped forward as Xander took his seat.

"Corporal," His Captain began as the men looked through a file. "this is Agent Cody Harrem from the CIA. He'd like to have a word with you about your team." Xander sat silently as the agent on the left stepped forward with a manila file folder in his hands. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His body was built but was also lanky. He seemed like a pencil pusher.

"Corporal Harris. As you know the enemy is gaining information from someone out of this base. The leak must be sealed and we think that your the man to do it." Xander looked at Capt. Hamlet in shock and disgust.

"Permission to speak sir?" Xander asked as he looked over the agent in front of him. Hamlet was silent as he nodded the affermitive. Xander looked Agent Harrem in the eyes as he spoke in his normal strong voice.

"No sir. I'm not going to roll over on a fellow marine as well as friend. Every single marine on my team is like a family member. You can investigate. I'll cooperate as much as possible without direct involvement." Agent Harrem did something Xander did not expect. He smiled.

"You act like you have a choice here Corporal. And I'm sorry to be the one to tell you that you don't have much of one. You can either work with us. Or, go back to grunt work... Your choice." Xander knew what grunt work meant. He had done it for a year and a half of his four year enlistment. He would be shipped overseas to fight the drug cartels again. Not something he wanted to do. Xander had seen action five times in the year he was on the special forces team. Two more when he had been on supposed R&R times. He had fought and he had killed. But he did not enjoy it.

"How much time do you have left on your active duty schedule?" Agent Harrem asked even though he knew Xander had only ten months and several days before his time was up and he could go home. Xander glared at the man who still smiled.

"So Corporal. You with us?" Xander smiled at the agents question and said two works that he would never regret.

"Fuck you." Xander's smile grew as the look on the Agents face turned to confusion. Xander took a glance at his Captain who had a smile on his face.

"Get packed. Your out of here in forty-eight hours." Xander stood saluted his CO turned and walked out of the room with his head held high. He was going back to the jungle.


1400 HOURS.

Xander stepped out of the helicopter as the blades began to slow there cycle. His duffel bag on his shoulder he walked toward the CO building with quick confident strides. Just before he reached the door he noticed a man walking toward him from the corner of his eye.

"Corporal Harris?" The man asked as he stopped infront of Xander. The man was tall and broad shouldered. Dark hair and a hard face that showed he had been through hell and fought his way back.

"Yes Sir. Can I help you Sir?" Xander asked noticing the rank of the man. If anything the man had earned Xander's respect simply by fighting here. The man smiled.

"I think you can. I'm Sergeant Bill Williams." Xanders' eyes slightly widen. 'The Killer. This is the killer?' He thinks to himself.

"How can I help you sir?" Xander ask as he stands eye level with the legend. With the man with over seventy-five confirmed kills.

"I just sent my last spotter home with a hole in his leg. I need someone to take over. You were top of you class at Parade Deck and you have 20/10 vision. Neither really matter. The only thing that matters is you've been in the shit and came out alive. Seven successful missions. You can handle yourself and keep your cool. I need that. Intrested?" Xander thought about it for a moment. He knew that he would spend most of his time in the jungle. covered in camo and gear. But he would be working with 'The Killer'. Not to mention he only had a few months before he could pull out.

"I'd be honored Sergeant." Xander said in all seriousness as Bill Williams smiled and took Xander's duffel from his hands.

"Lets get your equipment." Williams began walking, Xander followed behind not sure of what was in his future. But he knew it would be intresting.

One Hundred Klicks south of DELTA--BRAVO base.

One week later.

There drop off had been simple. The chopper flew in, they got out, the chopper flew back to base. That was the easy part. Now for there job. They had no mission as of yet and there only task was to search a radius of about twenty klicks. They would be picked up in a week. The rain fell hard and fast as the team of two moved further into the humid jungle. Xander turned on his radio to communicate with base camp only to here something that chilled him.....

"We need immediate air support! We have over two hundred enemy troops moving toward our location." Xander looked at his teamate in shock and confusion as the answer came over the frequency.

"Hold your position ALPHA-CHARLIE. Air support will be there in about three hours. We need to call in the F-16s from the island." The curses that came through the radio told Xander and Bill all they needed to know.

"There not going to last that long are they?" Xander asked as he turned down the radio. Bill shook his head slolwy.

"Hand me the GPS." Bill set there coordinates and then showed Xander the screen

"Three klicks. If we move fast we might be able to head off the group and take some of them down. In kid?" Xander began picking up his gear.

"Lets hit it." Bill 'The Killer' Williams smiled as the young man before putting his rifle sling over his shoulder and moving toward the sight of ALPHA--CHARLIE base camp.


The hike was devestating. Five clicks wasn't that hard to walk or jog if the land was anywhere near level. Well.... the land here wasn't. As Xander gulped in the humid wet air he thought back to the last time he was home. Two years, eight months, and three days.


"Where do you think your going?" Buffy asked as Xander shut the trunk of his Uncle Rory's car and moved toward the drivers side.

"Don't know Buff. Could end up anywhere." Buffy didn't seem to like the answer as she stepped in his way to stop him from opening the drivers side door.

"Why are you going?" Xander looked at Buffy for a moment before answering.

"I need to. You, Wills and Oz all know what your going to do. Your going to college getting degree's and trying to live your lives. I need to find out what i'm going to be living. I can't stay here and be the pizza guy Buff. I deserve more than that." Buffy nodded somewhat hesitantly before moving aside and letting Xander get in the car.

"Tell Wills I love her and that I'll call as soon as I can. Bye Buff." Xander waved as he started the car and put it in gear. Driving away from Sunnydale California. Little did he know that he wouldn't be back for at least four years. And when that happened he wouldn't be the same.


"Xander. We need to set up man. You ready?" Bill asked as they crouched on a hillside overlooking a half worn trail.

"No. But we don't have a choice. What do you need me to do Boss?" Bill smiled at Xander then they began to work out a plan.

"How many claymores do you have?" Bill asked Xander who didn't have to check to know.

"Five. I've got about 7 clips for my M16, five for my Berreta and three speed loaders for my .38.Oh. and five frags." Bill nods then names off his ammo and artillery as well.

"I've got about 60 rounds for my Remington. 5 clips for my Berreta and two for my mini-tomcat." 'We better make everyshot count.' Xander thought to himself as the two talked about stratagy.

"We have suprise and location on our side. My guess is they'll come through here with a couple of troop transport trucks first. I'm going down to set up a couple of tricks. I'll need a couple grenades." Xander nods his head along with the plan as he pulls out two grenades and hands them to Bill.

"We take out the front trucks first. Then I'll start knockin em' down. You stay back and make sure they don't try to flank me. Set the claymores up anywhere but make sure I'm not around when you use em'. Got it?" Xander nodded and Bill took a deep breath before grabbing his gear and moving down the hillside to the 'road'. Things were about to get really exciting. And really dangerous.


Bill moved down the hill and set up his suprises. He trusted Xander to watch his back. Sure they had only been working together a short time but Xander was trustworthy. And he had the skill to back Bill up. Bill finished his trip wires and moved up the hillside opposite of Xander. He found a nice spot to shoot from with a broken tree to use as a lean to. He had to move fast so the bi-pod was out of the question. He sat there for what seemed like hours. Finally he heard the sound of desiel engines moving toward his position. Popping his neck he pulled up his rifle and sat up for a shot. The trucks came around the bend. Two in the lead with soldiers walking behind them. A rag-tag type of army brought together by a local drug distributer. Marco is the only name he was known by. Bill shook his head of all thoughts. He needed his mind clear for what he was about to do. Two explosions rang out as the lead trucks front end flew into the air and flipped landing on the hood of the truck behind it. Then. The shooting started.


Xander moved farther down the hill. The butt of his M16 pressed tight against his shoulder and its barrel pointing toward the ground as he sprinted from tree to tree in a shallow crouch. As the first eplosion rang out Xander hit the dirt with his M16 pointed down the slope to the nearest target. Without a second thought he opened fire. One down with a three shot burst. Letting out half a breath he moved to a second target.


Bill didn't notice that Xander was shooting almost in time with his own shots. Hell Bill didn't even know what color his pants were at the moment. He was focused. Pure and simple. He pulled the trigger twice more before standing in a crouch and running to another spot about a hundred yards from the first. He reloaded his rifle as he ran and slammed the bolt home as he crouched again and pulled the trigger. Five down. Only about one-hundred and ninety-five to go. Bill thought to himself as he squezed the trigger again. And again.


Xander fell to his stomach as bullets flew through the trees around him. His breathing was shallow and even and his eyes seemed to dart around seeing everything at once. He was in the zone. Xander sat up slowly and tossed a pineapple grenade in a hooklike throw toward the enemy. He hit the ground a half second before the explosion. Two grenades left. Three claymore mines, five clips for his M16, and five clips for his Berretta. He also had his back-up .38 in an ankle holster with three speedloaders. Xander took a deep breath. Sat up in a high crouch position and fired. Two more enemies went down.


Bill squeezed the trigger. Then moved again. He had ran more tonight then in any of his college football games. His breathing was beginning to get ragged and his movements choppy. But his aim was dead on. His concentration was dead on. Bill would later think of how many he killed that day. He had 60 shells. One shot. One kill. He didn't know at the time if he would survive. But he knew for sure that Xander would. That was his mission now. To get his spotter home. Bill had never failed a mission. Never.


The loud noise of low flying aircrafts were heard across the jungle. Xander didn't look up, he could somehow tell by the sound that they were still five or so minutes away. Enough time for him and his partner to be killed. Xander unloaded his last clip into a group of four enemy soldiers before tossing the empty gun aside and pulling his Beretta. Xander took a deep breath before smiling at an unknown thought. The smile fell from his face as he saw Bill running toward him with a group of about twenty enemies on his six. 'Oh shit.' was the only thought in his head as he turned and ran, Bill followed close behind.

"I hope you have something up your sleeve kid!" Bill yelled over the gunfire as he reached his spotter. Xander only smiled in reply and picked up his pace. Bill huffed as he pushed his body harder than ever before. His and Xander's legs pumped up and down in a fast rythme that was only broken by the occasional twist for cover. As they ran Bill focused purely on what was ahead not caring about his sides. It was the first time in his life that Bill didn't look at the big picture. He would later call it tunnel vision but at the time he didn't care what the hell it was it was keeping him alive. Bill was so focused on what was ahead he didn't notice Xander tackle him into a trench until he hit the ground. Xander rolled as they landed and grabbed the detonators for the Claymore mines he had set up around the trench and surrounding trees.

"Hit it kid!!" Bill yelled over the sounds of gunfire and the roar of the low flying jets moving there way. Xander shook his head his eyes watching the group of enemies that were roughly one hundred yards away. eighty, sixty, twenty. Xander pressed the levers. The mines expoloded sending tiny metal balls toward the enemies that were far to close to survive. Xander and Bill watched in regret and morbid fascination as the bodies fell and then the planes bomb run started. Both the sniper and the spotter hit the deck.

Three Months Later.

Washington D.C.

General William Holden sat to the right of the Secretary of Defense John Sandford.

"Are you sure about this man General?" John asked as he looked over a file the General had handed him ten minutes ago. The General was silent for a second before speaking in a rough and extremly authoritive voice.

"Yes sir. I believe the young man will bring exactly what we need to the table." The Sec. of Defense nodded along with the General's observation.

"I agree General. But, the boys inlistment time is almost up. He would only be here long enough to maybe train two people." The General seemed to fidget in his seat for a second before clearing his throat and preparing to speak.

"That is what I wanted to talk to you about. In my opinion he would be a black-ops life operative. A splinter-cell." John Sandford was beginning to see what the General was stating and he nodded along.

"You think we should pay him with the shadow ops financing?" The General nodded with an awkward look on his face that evaporated when the Secretary smiled slightly.

"Do what you need General. The goverment needs someone trustworthy on the hellmouth and this young man seems to fit the bill. I'll make the calls." The General nodded, stood, and began to walk from the table.

"One more thing General," John said causing the General to turn around, " Who referred the young man to us?" The General looked in thought for a second before speaking.

"Sergeant Bill Williams." The Secretary nodded with a smile.

"The Killer is never wrong. Good-bye General." The General nodded and left the room. John Sandford looked at the file in his hands.

"Your exactly what we need Mr. Harris. Exactly what we need." He said to himself before standing and closing the file. With the smile still on his face he left the room.


One Week Later.

Xander walked out of the plane and surveyed the area surrounding him. Desert, and a top secret joint Military operations and research base. 'Dreamland' was exactly what everyone wanted it to be. An Air Force operated Research, Development, and tactical command base in the middle of nowhere. Xander saw the people waiting for him at the end of the runway. The man that stuck out the most was Lr. Colonel Tecumseh 'Dog' Bastian. Xander had memorized the mans file while on the plane. Dog was one of America's top fighter jocks in the Gulf and also one of the best tactical thinkers in the military. Then and now. Beside the older looking man was his daughter Captain Beanna Bastian Stockard aka. Bree. She was one of the best test pilots in the airforce with a quick wit and an overall uproarish attitude about her. Beside her, her husband Major Jeffery 'Zen' Stockard sat in his wheelchair. Xander didn't notice the chair at first. After seeing so many friends wounded for life the chair didn't even register. Zen was one of ,if not the best, fighter jock in the country. At least until a serious plane crash on the very runway paralyzed him from the waist down. He still flew though. He was head of the Flighthawk program. A program originally developed for a single fighter jock to control three jets. Two automated Wingmen and his own jet. Now it was used as an unmanned spy plane as well as an unmanned wingman in the air. He had more Mig kills with the flighthawks than most pilots had with there own jet. He was a man to be respected and Xander knew that he would show that respect. Next and last was the man he was supposed to study under for the duration of his stay. Captain Danny Freah. Freah made a name for himself by heading a daring rescue of a man in Bosnia. Captain Freah is team leader of the elite Air Force special ops group, Whiplash. Xander knew he would learn alot from the man. Xander walked forward stifly his uniform neatly worn and pressed. He sat his bag down at his feet and snapped a perfect salute as he reached the officers. The officers saluted him.

"At ease." Dog said with a stone face. Xander could tell by looking at the man that he was the man the military put on recruitment posters. About fifty with slightly grey hair the man was still in prime shape and had the attitude of a hardened combat veteran.

"Welcome to Dreamland Corporal Harris. How was your flight?" Xander noticed the man had a sense of humor under his mask and smiled.

"Peanuts were a little stale sir." Xander answered with a straight voice causing Bree, Zen, and Danny to laugh. Dog smiled slightly but you had to look hard to notice.

"Sorry to hear that Corporal. Captain Freah. Show Corporal Harris to his quarters. Then to my office." Dog said as he still looked into the eyes of Xander.

"Yes sir." Freah spoke easily as he to looked over Xander Harris with a fine tuned eye.

"Follow me Corporal." Freah turned and Xander picked his duffel off the ground and followed.

"Yes sir."


Two Days Later.

"What the hell are they sending you to fight?" Captain Freah asked as he picked up the classified incideary rounds that he was supposed to clear Xander on. Xander only shrugged. Not even he knew EVERYTHING about his assignment.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I want to do this anymore." Xander said as he looked at some of the large anti-tank weapons he would have to be field tested on in the following weeks.

"Hell after looking at this stuff. *I* don't want to be in your shoes. And people think I'm nuts." Danny laughed to himself as Xander looked around the weapons hanger with wide and fearfull eyes.

Thats all for part 1..... Hope you like it.