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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 13, 2007 21:05:08 GMT -5
Cameron slowed when she said that she didn’t know where the facility was. Cameron wanted to know and he would look into it immediately. He would find them and he would kill them. There would be no mercy for those that did this to humans. Animals were one thing, but humans were another. “Then we they come to you, I will capture them and they will talk. They will talk.” He said, his voice still drenched in anger. “Come with me, to my base. You will be safe there, I promise.” Cameron said, offering her his hand.
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Post by Max on Nov 13, 2007 21:13:40 GMT -5
"Hardly," she said, both about the safety and also about the capture of the scientists. "How do you think I got to the intellect of a supergenius? They taught me; they will not come that easily. No, their ways are subtle as I keep escaping. They've honed their techniques; they would not be so brash as to directly attempt to get me out of the base," Max explained. Without the help of his hand, she stood up, favoring her bad leg. "I will come to the base for a few days until I am healed," she accepted, "and in return, I will answer whatever I can for you." It was a unique offer; one few would pass up.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 14, 2007 8:29:08 GMT -5
Cameron liked this proposition. It sounded reasonable and he nodded his head, agreeing with her terms. He wasn’t going to argue when he attained what he needed and she got a safe haven. “That is fine, I have no objections. I am glad that you will come with me willingly. The only problem that presents itself is how to get down from this mountain with your hurt leg.” Cameron said looking down, seeing that the blood was already starting to seep through her leg wound. She did need to get her leg stitched up or so was going to die of blood loss within a couple of hours. Cameron wasn’t a doctor but he knew about wounds and he had been trained to be a medic in the field of battle. “You really do need stitches though.” Cameron said, pointing to her leg.
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Post by Max on Nov 14, 2007 11:16:46 GMT -5
Yes, Cameron had best be glad she was coming willingly, because it was either that or not at all. Max's leg began to burn and sting as the pain finally reached her system. Funny thing about adrenaline; it made her feel invincible. Compared to normal humans, she practically was, but now that that rush was gone she hurt again. "I know," she sighed, "I need to stop losing blood; I can't get a transfusion. My blood is different; the red blood cells have nuclei, whereas human cells don't." This Max tried to explain in the simplest way possible. Being brought up by scientists, she had a tendency to explain things using medical terminology. "But getting down the mountain is no problem," Max assured. Not waiting for a response, she grabbed up her backpack, spread her wings, and flapped hard a few times. The gust of wind ruffled her hair and she glided down the mountainside. Landing was a bit rough; she usually used both legs for that. But, with the help of her wings, she managed to land without too much damage to her injury. Expectantly Max turned, waiting for Cameron. She could find the base; that wasn't a problem. But she doubted the guards would accepte her claim of knowing Cameron and seeking refuge there. Military types tended to shoot first, ask later. Which really wasn't intelligent, considering they shot to kill.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 14, 2007 13:45:59 GMT -5
Oh, Cameron was so happy that she had managed to get off the mountain successfully. Of course, that still left him standing several hundred feet up on the mountain, looking down at the little dot that had become Max. He nodded his head. Oh this was just peachy. It was marvelous on a whole new level, he mused to himself as he slowly began to descend the mountainside, taking his good old time and making sure he was carefully. He didn't want to mess any part of his body up, especially with the fight that was coming soon. That would just totally suck. Cameron began to move down the mountain and when he got to about one hundred feet until the bottom he noticed that it was just mostly grass, n boulders or trees or anything. "Well, so much for not getting hurt." He said, curling up into a ball. he then pushed himself off and began to roll down the hill. He wouldn't be dizzy when he stopped, believe it or not, he had trained for this as well. Cameron reached Max about a minute later, popping back up, "Thanks for the help." He said sacrastically.
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Post by Max on Nov 14, 2007 14:13:52 GMT -5
"You got down just fine," she retorted snappily, "and it's not like you would have let me fly you down if I could!" Max had classified his type by now; he was chivalrous to females, though many experiences put him on high alert against anyone. She probably could have flown him down, if it had been absolutely necessary, but there were a few reasons she didn't offer. For one thing, she had enough trouble getting down herself without injuring herself further. And another thing was that he probably weighed a lot more than she; for all her height, she actually weighed barely 100 pounds. Light as a feather. Lifting him would have been rather strenuous; she didn't have the energy reserves to do that. And, not knowing what would happen at the base, Max needed all the energy she could get. "Now," she directed, changing the subject, "what next?"
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 14, 2007 15:13:03 GMT -5
Cameron dusted off his pants and shook his head. He ran his hands through his brown hair once and scratched the back of his neck, looking at Max. "Well we could start by getting off of this island. You probably won't have any problems getting off the island thanks to your wings, but i don't have wings and i may or may not have the endurance to swim to the next island. So, we have to weight. My helicopter is scheduled to pick me up in..." He paused and looked at his watched, "Seven hours." Cameron said calmly and then walked over to a nearby tree and leaned against it. He looked at Max with a smile, "So, unless you want to fly away and try to explain to my men what you are without them shooting you, then you are free to go there ahead of me." Cameron said calmly.
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Post by Max on Nov 14, 2007 15:29:15 GMT -5
"Where's the base - Honolulu?" Max guessed. It was simple deduction; that was the only island big enough for the facility, from the sound of it, that would still provide anonymity. Too small an island and a huge military base would be way too conspicuous. Max sighed, frustrated, blowing a small lock of hair off her forehead. With the blood loss and her already low energy, Max didn't have the energy to fly that far solidly. Over land was one thing; if she got tired she could just land. But over the ocean, it was go all the way or drown. "Seven hours?" she growled, "what on earth would take over seven hours to do on a deserted island?" More was going on here; that she knew. And Max would find out eventually. It was only a matter of time.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 14, 2007 15:34:17 GMT -5
Cameron shrugged. He had originally planned to spend the day looking for Arai, but since he had found Max it seemed that his priorities had changed a little bit. Well he figured he would ask Max if he had seen a girl on this island. Perhaps should would have spotted a sole individual on an island while she had a bird's eye view of the place, "When i cam here looking for someone," Cameron said calmly, "You didn't happen to see anyone other than me on the island when you were flying over it did you?" Cameron asked. If she said no then he would check the lighthouse. Arai was smart, she wouldn't take the torture of the weather if she didn't have to. She would have found the lighthouse and gotten into it somehow.
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Post by Max on Nov 14, 2007 15:46:07 GMT -5
"No," she negated, "no one over here. There's a small group of people that live on the other side of the island, but they look like they've been here for years. Older people, you know?" Her keen vision was highly useful at times; though she had flown in at night, she could see in through the windows. The few houses that had TV's glowed a flourescent blue from the windows, people reclining in the overstuffed chairs. But no one that looked new. And no one but him on this side of the island. If Max had seen someone, she wouldn't have kept her wings out. Though, now that Cameron knew of her genetics, it was nice to have her wings out and open. She wondered what his interest was in the area; had someone been lost?
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 14, 2007 22:36:35 GMT -5
Cameron sighed when she said that she had not seen any people on the island other than the original inhabitants of the place. Cameron would check the lighthouse before he would make any more assumptions. He wondered how he would get to the lighthouse without Max asking some other questions. If she was as intelligent as she said that she was, then she was no doubt trying to figure out why he had asked of a girl. Cameron wasn't ready to reveal too much as of yet. He wondered what she was thinking, but his eyes did not give away any of what he himself was thinking. "I see." Cameron said calmly and nodded his head, scratching the back of his, giving a yawn. "I have some communications stuff at the lighthouse over there." Cameron said, pointing to the tall white lighthouse to her left. "We could get someone to pick us up sooner." Cameron said, beckoning for her to follow him as he began to walk towards it. He figured that was as good an excuse as any
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Post by Max on Nov 14, 2007 23:33:06 GMT -5
"Right," she said, a subtle hint of sarcasm creeping into her voice. Like Max believed that for one second. The lighthouse didn't look like anything but a normal lighthouse that prevented ships from crashing; he had an alternative reason for sure. For one thing, he more than likely carried a radio with him. A military man alone would not go without some contact to his base. He was looking for someone; probably that girl he had mentioned. But if it got them back sooner Max didn't really have a problem with it. But she wondered what they would find. Was someone there? What had happened on this island?
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 14, 2007 23:53:51 GMT -5
Cameron didn’t really care if Max figured out what he was thinking about or not. Cameron needed to find out what happened to Arai. He owed her that much. He owed her enough for him to look for her to make sure she was alright and still alive. It took Cameron a couple of minutes to reach the lighthouse. When he did, he walked around the lighthouse once, looking for the door. He found it, but it was closed and locked. Cameron didn’t worry though. He tried the door a couple of times and then back away from it and then moved forward, placing a foot into the door and it burst open and Cameron moved inside. The lighthouse was abandoned and no one would mind if he knocked down the door. He looked around, but there were no signs of anyone being near the lighthouse or living there for quite some time.
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Post by Max on Nov 15, 2007 0:00:08 GMT -5
Following the resolute Marine, Max kept her wings close and partly covered by her backpack that she now hoisted onto her back. She favored her injured leg, getting along in a strange hop skip manner. Fortunately his back was turned and he couldn't see her in this comical state. Easily gazing over his shoulder, she saw the layer of dust that permeated the circular space. No one was here. And no one had been here for a while. "Looks like someone made off with your equipment," she commented lightly, "and they left no footprints. How strange." Max rather liked calling people out when they thought they had outsmarted her. It was one of her small joys. And in her life those were key to keeping her sanity.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 15, 2007 1:04:56 GMT -5
Cameron didn’t say anything to Max’s comment. He looked around and looked for a radio or communications device of some kind. He actually didn’t have any communications devices on him for once. He just had his firearms. Cameron walked around the staircase twice before he seemed to be coming to the conclusion of his search. He looked back up at Max, nodding his head, “It is a bit odd, usually…” but he stopped as sounds came from the top of the lighthouse. Cameron, on impulse drew his sidearm and pointed it up the winding iron staircase. He looked up the staircase the best he could but couldn’t see all the way to the top. He remembered the men that had tried to kill them the last time they had come to the island. It was half the reason he had come to the island with a weapon. Cameron beckoned for Max to stay here and he began to move up the staircase. He was poised and ready for an attack, his pistol aiming upwards.
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