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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 20, 2007 16:15:09 GMT -5
Cameron didn’t want to do anything else except eat the dessert that he was eating. It was perfect. It didn’t take long for the entire cake to have been eaten by the two and Cameron sat back against the booth and let out a content sigh. “Well that was good.” He remarked as he looked at Max, some chocolate still on his cheek. He looked back at the chefs and then smirked as he looked back at Max. “I think we drew some attention to ourselves.” Cameron said with a sarcastic tone, “But like I said, this is here twenty four hours a day and the food is free.” Cameron said, “You don’t need a card and there is no limit so enjoy yourself. You probably won’t need a guard to come here, but I would take one just for the sake of it. I wouldn’t want you wandering around here along in the middle of the night if you get some midnight cravings.”
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Post by Max on Nov 20, 2007 16:20:46 GMT -5
Licking her fingers satisfactorily, Max sat back as well, content at last. "That was good," she said, half closing her eyes. Finally she felt full; a monumentous feat. But Max didn't like attention. "I dunno," she said, managing a surrepitous look at the two chefs, "a guard would draw more attention than if I were by myself." So she resolved that the guard could maybe follow at a distance or something. A newcomer flanked by a guard only meant something was odd. And Max really didn't want anyone being more suspicious than they already were. "So, now that we've eaten, is there anything else? Anyone I should meet, be aware of, maybe introduce me to the guards or something?"
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 20, 2007 16:25:27 GMT -5
Cameron wasn’t really sure what else he could do. The day was winding down now and he knew, probably better than anyone that he was going to need rest and so was Max. Tomorrow was going to be a really big day. He knew that they would not attack during the day, and so he would use that time to make any final adjustments to the defenses if need be. Cameron looked at Max for a moment and the stood up, beckoning for Max to follow him as he began to walk to the double doors that led back out into the hall, “Well, meeting anyone now would be pointless. Everyone is busy getting ready for the battle. I think you should be as well.” Cameron said and waited for her to follow him before he went any further.
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Post by Max on Nov 20, 2007 17:12:30 GMT -5
Keeping her wings close, Max stood, cheerily smiling at the observing chefs, who mumbled something amongst themselves then retreated to their kitchen. Following the large Marine, Max kept storing information about the base. They had preparations; the attack was not a surprise, but it had not come to light a long time ago. If they had a long period to prepare, it would be a waiting game. As it was, Max guessed they had figured it out a month or two ago. She supposed she would know who was on the side of the resistance by just attacking the bat-like bloodsuckers. Sounded simple enough. But it was probably not so, Max reflected. "I just need to get accustomed to whatever weapon I will have," Max said airily, "that's the only preparation I'll need."
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 20, 2007 17:26:24 GMT -5
Cameron nodded his head when she told him her only requirement for being prepared to fight. Well, she was already trained and she already had a good sense of things. That was good because he wouldn’t have to worry about saving her that much in combat. He hated the ones that he got attached to and couldn’t fight. He was always getting them out of dangerous situations. “Well, we still don’t know what you are going to be using, so let’s see if you can pick something out.” He said, turning and walking down the hall and stopped at the forth door on the left and opened it. He reached in and turned on the light. There in front of Max was every gun used by the modern military, everything from a combat knife to a rocket launcher.
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Post by Max on Nov 20, 2007 18:17:54 GMT -5
Wow, they had a lot of weapons. Max absentimindedly wondered if they had enough men to use every single one of these. Unless there were a ton of Marines hiding in the woodwork, she doubted it. Instantly she dismissed the guns, or anything with ammo. She needed something that would last a whole fight - taking time to reload would be a pain. No swords; they were too long and unweildy in flight. And Max had a feeling she would definitely be flying during the fight. It was part of her style. In the end, she settled on a long knife. It was straight, sharp, and clean cut. No embellishments, just a simple leather hilt and the blade. Perfect. Max took a few practice swishes, cutting through the air keenly. The blade was an extension of your arm; move like fluid, not hacking and chopping. Yes, this would do just fine.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 20, 2007 18:23:57 GMT -5
Cameron wouldn’t deny that he was a bit surprised by her chose of weapons. She chose a knife out of all the guns and fun “toys” that Cameron had in this room. The knife was silver like the rest of them and about a foot long. It would be able to kill people, but how effectively and quickly she could kill people with only a knife, Cameron could only estimate. He didn’t want to belittle her skill with a blade, yet he still wondered if this was a wise idea. He spoke his mind on that thought, “At least take a pistol or some other weapon. I have a feeling that the vampires aren’t just going to use their hands and feet. They may use weapons as well, weapons like this.” Cameron said, picking up a rifle, “That reach farther than a knife.” Cameron concluded.
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Post by Max on Nov 20, 2007 18:38:45 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes, Max picked up a nearby pistol. Standard issue, relatively light, unobtrusive. "There, happy?" she asked sarcastically. She would only use it if it were last resort. In reality Max was an amazing marksman....woman...bird...whatever. But she felt that guns should be used as last resort. After being shot at by tranquilizer guns numerous times, she decided not to inflict that on others. Especially if they were not armed. But for protections' sake, and to make Cameron stop bothering her, she took it.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 20, 2007 18:51:03 GMT -5
Cameron smiled as she took his suggestion and picked up a standard 9 mill compact styles. It didn’t have the range of a rifle but it had more range than a knife that was for sure. Cameron nodded his head in approval, “Well I will let you keep both of those tonight. As for what else I have to show you, this is it. Oh, and if you decide to change your mind, have someone contact me. Don’t come here by yourself, it is likely that you will be shot. My men don’t take lightly to people just walking in here that don’t have clearance.” Cameron said calmly and then walked over to the corner and took out a pair of military boots and clothes. “And wear these so you don’t stick out like a sore thumb.” Cameron said calmly. “If you are fighting for us, best fit the part the best you can so we don’t shoot at you too.”
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Post by Max on Nov 20, 2007 21:00:26 GMT -5
Change her mind? After getting involved? Hardly. Max was too deep into this now; she wouldn't stand by while the base was overrun with vampires. Taking the clothes, she eyed the boots disdainfully. "Do you have cleats? Or anything with spikes in the soles? That would be much better utilized in my fighting technique," she stated, "and like I would come here for more weapons. A knife and a gun are plenty, possibly overkill." Even if the vampires did have guns she was better in a fight. You couldn't shoot what you couldn't see. And Max was an expert at stealth tactics. It was how she fought. "So now we wait," she stated, motioning the knife towards him, "wait for this army of certain death and possible doom for us all to descend on a blue moon, a rare event to be sure, and wage war against all humans. Sounds like fun."
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 20, 2007 21:56:48 GMT -5
Cleats huh? He didn’t have any cleats with him currently, but he could get a hold of them if he needed to. “Alright, we will have some by morning.” Cameron said with a smile and he then nodded his head. “So yes, we have to wait. You will have to wait unless you want to accompany me around when I am checking defenses and getting everything ready for this battle. It won’t be interesting for you unless you enjoy military procedures. Personally, I would suggest you going to sleep; you are going to need it for tomorrow.” Cameron said calmly as he began to walk down the hall towards her room.
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Post by Max on Nov 20, 2007 22:43:42 GMT -5
Sleep actually sounded good to Max right now. Though her body was fueled calorie wise, her energy boosts would come with sleep. An interesting thing about her body was that it seemed to store energy as camels stored water. Sleep wise, she could go for a few days without resting, relying soley on her stores of energy. But those stores needed to be replenished, and it didn't hurt that she was full, warm, and in relative safety for now. Dutifully Max followed the Marine, but by this time she could have found the way herself. For now the order of business was sleep. Tomorrow would bring a new day, with hopefully new things to learn. Max never stopped learning. She couldn't help it.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 21, 2007 12:28:09 GMT -5
Cameron led her to her room and opened the door for her. Cameron still had a little bit of a gentleman in him. Even though he was a military man he was courteous. Once she was inside he walked in with her. He was going to leave the door open for the moment; he wouldn’t be staying very long. He walked over to the video camera and opened the keypad and typed in a few numbers. The little red light turned off and the camera stopped moving back and forth. Cameron then turned and walked back to Max, “I turned off the cameras, you can stretch out now and sleep however you are used to.” He said with a smile.
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Post by Max on Nov 21, 2007 12:59:50 GMT -5
Gazing at the supposedly dead camera, Max was still reluctant to let her wings out. You never knew with these military things. But still, it was best that he think she trusted him. "Thanks," she said, flashing a grin in his direction, "that will be a lot more comfortable, I'm sure." Max wasn't quite sure what she was used to in terms of a bed. At the lab she had just curled up in the corner of her cage. On the run she slept wherever she dropped. A bed was somewhat of a new experience for her. "What should I do tomorrow?" Max asked curiously. She had a feeling the preparations were high-tech military type things and Cameron would view her as a hindrance. How wrong he was.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Nov 23, 2007 13:40:48 GMT -5
Cameron knew what he had to get done tomorrow. He knew all the preparations that needed to be made for the fight that night. It was almost so surreal. How could everything be known like it was? How could they be so ready and yet having the possibility of failure? Cameron never went into anything expecting to win or feeling that he couldn’t lose. You could always loose. Stanford beat USC for crying out loud. Either way, Cameron would be prepared. He didn’t know what he was going to want Max to do. He didn’t want to have her sit in the room all day. She was much too independent and had too much free reign for that sort of thing. You probably wouldn’t be able to coop her up. She wouldn’t be able to get to the surface without clearance, which she didn’t have so she would have to roam the underground base where she currently was. “I don’t know yet, I will think of it when the time comes. As for now, get some sleep.” Cameron said kindly. She was going to need rest, whether she said she needed it or not.
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