[Sherlock? Giles?] she attempts, when she's solicited and received pain medication.
She stops making him think about it. [I'll try to avoid getting stepped on again. I have a lot of squares and I'll use them if I have to, if we can't get any of the sand and they don't have other weaknesses. Are those Defender things at least difficult to make?]
[Is there enough information to suggest any experiments on how to duplicate the effect? If there are - Powers forfend - a bunch of these, I'd rather not be down a hundred squares by the time I find the source of the problem if I could solve it with sand that was the right color or had the right ratio of diatoms in it.]
Sunnydale's got a good-sized population, but it's not that huge geographically, and it's surrounded by greenbelt on all sides; it doesn't take her even all day long to case the entire joint, at least insofar as she can from the cab of the pickup, and she finds nothing. She starts circling around the outskirts of town.
Someone's orange orchard has some unusual visitors today. They're breaking the beehives at the edges of the tree rows, heedless of the angry bees thereby stirred up. (Bella rolls up her window.)
[Giles, I found - five, no, six, Defenders, in an orange grove just outside town, running around destroying beehives. Are you as confused as I am?] she asks, puttering along on the shoulder of the road watching the goings-on.
[The bees are behaving about like I expect bees in destroyed hives to act - they're buzzing around in great big clouds, being pissed off - and they don't seem to be using them for anything, just smashing them and moving on, but maybe they'll come around and collect the pieces or whatever, later?]
[...Well, I just saw a sign saying the next rest stop is in twenty miles, so, I think I'll go with wishing some gas,] says Bella. [In the tank and I may as well fill up the back of the truck with cans of the stuff while I'm at it, if I can get it all on one square. If I head for the stop I'll lose them anyway. But I'll wait till I'm a little lower on fuel than this in case they're about to make a hard right and lead me to where they're going before I even need the fillup.]
The Defenders have left off their beehive-destroying. Bella navigates off the road and into the grove after them, following the dirt path. If its owners haven't noticed the seven-foot-tall white demons smashing their property, she doubts they'll notice her trespassing.
Follow, follow, follow, follow the demonic automata!
They change direction again, going back the way they came, but farther from the road.
And then, right in the middle of the grove, is a pit in the ground, and they each jump into it, one at a time.
[...Giles, they all ran to a hole in the ground and jumped in,] Bella reports, stopping her truck and peering at the hole but not getting out of the cab.
Juliet summarizes the events of her afternoon. [Then they all jumped in the hole, and it's been all quiet since, and I didn't bring a flashlight and I'm not sure I can find this place again but I bet you can find me - maybe you can rent a car or if that's not an option I can ask Charlie if he can give you a ride, but that's a stretch, it'd be a long walk - oh, and bring me a can of gas - and have a look down here?]
Bella stashes the flashlight in her bag, swings the bag around to rest on her back, and reaches into the hole. She digs her hands into the wall of it until a decently deep gouge has been made, and proceeds down rather gymnastically, using her bracing idea to make slow progress and often freeing up one hand to make new holds for the way back up. She makes it down to the sloping part, where she can stand, without incident, and flashlights into the tunnel.
It leads into a tremendous cavern.
This tremendous cavern is full of not six, not a dozen, not even one hundred Defenders.
But several thousand.
Doing a complicated dance of some kind, in rings and rings and rings around the center of the cavern.
The Defenders don't notice them, flashlight or no.
The man lounging on the thronelike chair in the cavern - does.
She scrambles up the handholds she made, which prove fairly adequate.
The ground is trembling.
The Defenders probably dug that tunnel.
And apparently that's not the sort of thing that takes them a long time.
All around them, orange trees topple and oranges scatter - and the ground is honeycombed with holes -
And Defenders climb out.
Bella kills the first two dozen she sees. She has one square left, and the live ones just push aside the dead and keep coming.
She has one square left.
She wishes.
The back of the truck makes a clattering sound as all of Shell Bell's donated squares pour into it from the chest at the brick house. Bella vaults into the back of the truck and buries her hands in coins and wishes as fast as she can. "Sherlock," she breathes.
All the ones in his clothes are already gone. He digs into the pile in the back of the truck, disdaining to sight on targets when he may as well just wish death on the closest Defender. Over and over again. Until he has to scramble for coins wedged into corners.
"What if he can," and she leaves off talking to go for her fire-wand, but as expected, it's useless; the Defender she's trying to burn ignores the fire, whether applied inside or out, however hot she makes it, until it gets close and she has to square it dead. The live ones are pulling the corpses aside to clear their path and they just keep coming. Wishwishwishwishwish -
"Interfering brat! Do you know what you've -"
She fetches her phone, dials her father's cell, reports that she and Sherlock are both uninjured and that she'll be home in an hour and a half.
Notably, it will not take even a full half hour to drive from here to any chosen point in Sunnydale.
Before getting into the driver's seat again Bella hauls herself into the back of the truck to look for any squares she may have missed.
She finds - two.
There is one that got wedged under the can of gasoline, and another that tucked itself into a gap in the wheelwell housing.
She looks at the last two squares, frowning.
She offers Sherlock one.
[I think I know why there are so many worlds similar to ours out in the multiverse,] says Bella dryly as she pulls up to her house. [I think if there weren't about a billion to start with, by now there'd be zero, so the fact that I've met representatives from two nearby worlds while the others all seem to be special snowflakes just means that at least Sunshine-type worlds have not yet dwindled to nothing.]