Travis whirrled around and started up the ramp. The bleak grey sky cast a meek light onto the dirty cityscape. The war had reduced a lot of the less secure areas of the city to a ruined heap of concrete. Many buildings were missing their corners, rubble and overturned cars covered the streets. Still, civilians found a way to cope with all of the madness. They still shopped, drove, and lived in the worst the city had to offer. Travis found it odd that an HQ could possibly be safe in such a wartorn and occupied area, but then again, sometimes the most obvious of locations are the least obvious of hiding places.
Shaking his thoughts out of his head, he went out onto the street and headed for the Thorn HQ.
Posted on 2009-01-12 at 05:41:56.
Edited on 2009-01-12 at 05:43:52 by Babaloo
Max watched them. She sighed alittle, wondering how such good people got in such a mess.
How many times had she wished the war had never existed? Max looked down. If it had never started, that Lycan wouldn't have had to kill her mother. But if her mother had lived, she would never have met Rose or Travis.
"I try not to. But then again, I think it's those memories that make me what I am now. I always told myself never to be afraid, but now I fear my own past. I try to put it off as much as I can, but it always comes back. I suppose I'll never live that down, but I owe my life to you, and so I'll follow you until the end. No matter what the cost, if at any turn in this crazy road called life do I have the chance to help you, you can be sure I'll do it."
He put his hand on her shoulder and looked down at her. There was a spark in her eyes, it seemed so childish. She was over 300 years old, and yet she acted just like a kid. Travis was always mezmerized by her youthful step, but then again, vampires were like that.
Posted on 2009-01-12 at 05:49:33.
Edited on 2009-01-12 at 05:51:36 by Babaloo
He laughed heartily and looked back at Max. She was brooding over something, he could tell. He stopped and waited for her to join them. For now, it was simply three best friends enjoying the quiet of the world, and Travis figured he might as well soak up as much of it as he could, because it wouldnt last long.
Hq came into sight justa few minutes later. The sun was setting on this perfect day, and Travis was tired. Change of plans, Im gonna turn in, I need rest if were gonna have another mission. Night guys.
Seth was somewhat new to this group. They hired him on for his military combat experience and his connections to firearms and ammunition. In his office, guns lined the walls everywhere. Anything from AK-47 Kalishnakov's to the AR-15. He even had one M1 Garand.
in the back corner was his desk. Inside the drawers is where the ammunition was kept. He had a dresser with ammo seperated by size on the other side. He was loading up .45 caliber handgun magazines when the party returned. He stood up from his chair, shut the laptop that served as his filing system, and put his prized MK .23 into his leg holster, and strode out to meet everyone.
Max woke up about the same time Rose did and walked out of the room, rubbing her eyes.
"WAKE UP TRAVIS!" She yelled and opened her eyes. Seth was infront of her and Max snorted. "You don't like how I look, deal." Max said and walked off, grumbling about how she needed her own bathrrom instead of sharing one with all of them.
Max took a shower and came out in new clothes. She went to find Travis.