I love the smell of napalm in the morning…
"Bloody Slayer." Spike paced back and forth across the abandoned warehouse, "Always finding ways to stop us."
"You either surf or you fight." Drusilla sat looking at the wall, "Charlie don't surf."
"Who's Charlie?" Spike Blink, "Can anyone else hear Wagner?"
The sound of music filled the room, almost drowning out the sound of helicopters. Spike ran into the alleyway to see dozens of them filling the sky.
"Oh bloody 'ell!" Spike dived for cover as the first rocket struck the warehouse, followed by hundreds of bullets.
"I love the smell of napalm in the morning…" Lieutenant Colonel Kilgore smiled.