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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 17:28:28 GMT -5
Cameron turned to Max and shrugged his shoulders. For the time being he had been content to know what he already knew about Max. He didn't want to press her for information because he still wasn't sure about the emotional trauma that it would cause her. He still had no way of knowing what the doctors had done to her and he wasn't going to ask for fear of bringing up terrible memories. One thing that was so abundant in Cameron was his concern for people. Even if he had just met them, like Max for instance, he still had an overwhelming urge to help them in some way. This got him into trouble on occasions, but on others it had worked out quite nicely, in the instance of Christina.
Cameron was trying to think of something to ask Max or tell her how to proceed from here. It was taking longer that he wished. He didn't want her to think that he was unprepared. So, he reverted back to the original question that he asked her and that he was simply dying to know. "Where is the base, the facility that you were kept in. You must have noted something, heard something, saw something. I can see how observant you are, there is no way you didn't catch some sort of landmark." Cameron said, beckoned for her to sit down if she wished.
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 18:04:01 GMT -5
Max was a bit frustrated with Cameron at this point. After eating some food, now her stomach grumbled for more. It had been a while since she ate all she could. She wished he would stop asking the same question. Hadn't she already answered? "I don't know!" she insisted a bit snippily. Yes, she was observent. But it was a long story. "Listen," Max explained with maddeningly slowness, "it was night. I had planned it so that there was a new moon; complete darkness. But that day they did surgery on me. I wasn't expecting it; they had just done that two weeks earlier. In recovery I knew I had to get out, even with the stitches and pain. I couldn't wait for another perfect time. And this was the perfect time. I knew the surgeries meant they were going to try again; try to replicate me, but better. I just....flew. I don't remember it; I just remember waking up in the woods and the sun shining down. I was free, and that's all I cared about." That was the condensed version; hopefully it would be enough for him. Max could ask any questions about her, about biology, what she could do. However, he seemed to have one thing on his mind.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 18:08:34 GMT -5
Cameron did have one thing on his mind. He wanted to make sure the people that did this to her paid for their crimes. He sighed and looked down, shaking his head at her answer. He didn’t know whether or not to believe her or not. She had some bird DNA in her correct? Didn’t most birds have some sort of built in homing beacon? They knew how to find their home when they migrated didn’t them? They had to have put some of those genes in her. Either way, Cameron wasn’t too worried. When the scientists came, he would interrogate them. Cameron went over and sat down on a chair and thought of something else to ask, “Well I already know you can fly. Do you have any other attributes? Sight, I already know you can hear. You heard the chopper coming before I did.” Cameron said calmly, looking at Max.
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 19:48:12 GMT -5
"Yes, the wings are definitely the most dramatic feature," Max admitted, "but other than that the 'attributes' would be sharp hearing, eagle eyes - literally, um.....speed - I can run a few miles faster and a lot longer than the fastest track runner. I'm a lot stronger than I look. I have a porous bone structure, like a bird, which makes me stronger both physically and survival wise. I can survive hostile conditions a lot better than any human. Part is genetics, part is just conditioning by the scientists. There are lots of other things, though many I would not classify as benefits. Basically, anything you can do I can do better." Crossing her arms, Max looked at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, and I have the capacity to be the most intelligent human in the world." Capacity to be was a lot different than being. Yes, Max knew more than pretty much everyone her age, but she still needed to learn more. Her brain was wholly open for any information, and she retained all she knew. Useful skill, it was.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 20:18:35 GMT -5
Cameron listened to the many gifts that she had. He liked how she summed it up in the end. That was what he could understand the best. “Well that is indeed impressive my dear.” Cameron said calmly and then he knew that he was going to have to tell her about the battle that was about to take place. He didn’t know what her reaction would be and for the last fifteen minutes he had been trying to figure that out. He had come to no conclusion. So, he knew that the only way to see her reaction would be to tell her. His facial expression had changed a bit and she probably knew that bad news was on the way. “I am glad you have these abilities, “Cameron said grimly, “Because…you are going to need them.” He said, pausing.
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 20:22:37 GMT -5
Impressive, yes. She was engineered to be impressive. Among other things. Max had never heard the full reasons she was created; it was more than just a fascination with gene mixing, that she knew. But she had left before they told her. Though she surmised that they probably wouldn't have, just thrust her into it. If they hadn't terminated her by then. Max recognized the look on his face. It meant something bad, or at least something that could be bad. His expression became a bit more grim, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "Why?" Max asked simply. She sensed a bombshell about to drop, possibly literally.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 20:25:41 GMT -5
Cameron continued, “I am afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you on my intentions for bringing you here.” Cameron said, stopping, pausing. He studied her face for a moment before he continued, “The truth is, and you probably won’t be safer here than anywhere else when tomorrow comes. Tomorrow is Halloween and we are expecting the single largest army of vampires, yes I said vampires, to attack this base. That is why there is so much security around here. I just wanted another body here, someone that would give us a greater edge. We need all the help we can find. I don’t want to have to nuke this place. Its just…” He paused, “We have to stop them here, and I don’t see how.” He said.
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 20:32:47 GMT -5
Other than a slight widening of her blue-gray eyes, there was no indication that Max was surprised. Being living proof of what was deemed impossible, she had given up on complete shock at the unusual. She should have surmised that vampires were real as well. Her first encounter with the night underworld had been with lycans, fortunately. "Safe is a relative term, Cameron," Max finally said, "I would rather fight vampires that be locked in a lab again. Dying would almost be a boon granted to me; living is hard for someone with mixed genetics." She doubted that while she lived she would find peace. It just wasn't forthcoming in today's age. "Vampires, huh? Lessee......don't like sunlight, killed by beheading or with stakes....how are they going to get here?" Max queried, "Aren't vampires not allowed to cross bodies of water?" Part of her extensive education had included history, which coincidentally followed mythology.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 20:42:18 GMT -5
Max might not have been shocked by what he had told her, but Cameron was a bit shocked at what Max had told him and what her reaction was. He had expected her to be at least a little bit surprised or angry. Her reaction had been better than he had simulated in his mind. Cameron nodded his head, “Well I am glad you think that fighting vampires is better than sitting in a prison cell.” Cameron mused, “As for the crossing large bodies of water, well not everything you read or hear is true. Silver won’t kill them and garlic is pretty much useless. Stakes are almost ineffective against the masters and those are the ones I am going to have to fight.” Cameron said and took a deep breath, “Sunlight still works…if we last that long.”
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 20:52:56 GMT -5
"Very rarely are things as you think they are," Max said with a knowing nod, "and it wasn't a cell, it was a cage. Two different things. But either way, who wouldn't rather be free and fighting than languishing in captivity? So it seemed that sunlight, and she assumed beheading since he hadn't said it wouldn't kill them, were the only really effective things. Which made it hard. "Here's the thing," Max stated, "I specialize in hand-to-hand combat, not really weapons. I can use a gun with fair accuracy, but I am far and by the best and any martical art. If I was certified, I would be around the highest levels in tae-kwan-do, karate, ninjitsu, jujitsu, kung fu, tai chi, and aikido, among others." It was best to just get everything out on the table before the fight. At least the things that she thought were relevant.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 23:12:00 GMT -5
Cameron raised an eyebrow when she started mentioning all of the different types of martial arts she knew. He was only trained in about half of those. He made a mental note not to try and pick a fight with her. He didn’t want to have to go up against someone that was familiar with all of those styles. “Well I am glad that you will fight with us. And if you want, I am sure we can find you a sword to use. Those martial arts styles use swords very frequently a believe so you would be very good yes?” Cameron asked and then asked another question, “Why would you be taught that? Were you going to be an assassin or something?”
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 23:16:43 GMT -5
Snorting in a rather unladylike fashion, Max laughed at him. "No, no sword! Just hand-to-hand," she said, her blue-gray eyes looking at him with mirth, "I also know pressure points and stuff." Actually, she knew even more than that, but that was all he needed to know for now. What she knew was a bit unbelievable to the average person. "An assassin? I don't think so," Max said, a bit confused as to why he would think so, "they just had me in intense lessons for hours every day. They never told me why they did surgeries, or why they trained me in things. Knowing them, it was for more than just to find out how dexterous she was. Who knew what they were planning? Well, whatever it was Max would not have a part in it now.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 23:27:36 GMT -5
Cameron raised an eyebrow when she said that she wasn’t going to use a sword. That was an interesting concept. “Well you can’t cut off someone’s head without a sharp blade of some sorts. Unless you want to break their bodies in half or pick them up and drop them, you are going to need a weapon of some kind.” Cameron said and unholstered his firearm and took out the clip, giving it to Max. “Inside is a equal amount of silver and wooden bullets. The silver are for werewolves, the wooden ones work like stakes on vampires. They have proven to be quite affective and if you need a firearm, we can provide them. They really gave me too long to prepare.” Cameron said with a smile as he handed her the gun as well, so she could get a feel for it.
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Post by Max on Nov 19, 2007 23:31:27 GMT -5
Max raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said stakes didn't work," was her only comment on the matter. Inspecting the gun, she weighed it in her hand. A good weapon, yes. But last resort for her. Actually, picking up and dropping wasn't a bad strategy. However, they were vampires, and as such she assumed they could fly and disappear and stuff. "Fine, I shall take a short sword," she decided, "Not too fancy, well balanced. Preferably I would like to pick it myself." Max was rather picky about her weapons when she had to use them. "Wait, werewolves?" she queried, "I will fight vampires, yes, but not werewolves. Not lycans." And Max meant it. She was the embodiment of stubborn.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 19, 2007 23:41:44 GMT -5
Cameron shook hi s head when she said that she wouldn’t fight the werewolves. He agreed with her on that aspect. They already had a mutual friendship with the werewolves and they didn’t bicker unless something broke that relationship. “I know, we don’t shoot them unless they attack us. Halloween will be a full moon so there is the possibility that there will be lycans there. However, lycans are enemies with the vampire’s moreso that with us and so we hope they will fight the vampires and help us defeat them.” Cameron said calmly, “And you can choose your weapon if you like, we have many.” That was very true. Cameron had made sure to have weapons that ranged from the pistol he showed her, to missiles. He would be prepared for anything.
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