Rose was headed back, having caught one of the poor mutts who roamed the street. Strangely, she had seemed full after a mouthful.
Rose walked with ehr head down, unsure of what was going on. Strange facts echoed through her head, screaming at her: 1.She was in love with a human. 2.She had killed for the first time in around 300 years. 3.She ahd been starving, and suddenly full. 4.Her brother was actually on her mind.
She shook her head and hurried back to HQ, opening Travis' room.
"Back!" Rose said, smiling widely and back to her happy mood. On teh way back, she had brushed out her hair and had a fresh rose pinned above her right ear.
"Good luck trying to keep me down too long. We need more cash flow coming in here, and I found a good way to do it. I'll clue everyone in later on." He picked up his shotgun cane and hobbled back to his office, where he sat down and opened up the laptop.
Posted on 2009-01-13 at 01:06:07.
Edited on 2009-01-13 at 01:09:30 by Bezmir
Travis was itching to move, but he knew the doctors and nurses would beat him with a frying pan if he got up. The large gash in his left side from the hunk of rocket shrapnel had only just been removed, and it still hurt to jerk his arm to far.
"Ugh, I hate this bloody bed. Freakin tubes and wires sticking out of me!"
"Hey, I've got perfectly good reason to be crazy!" Seth grinned, walking with a clank as the shotgun barrel hit the ground. "Hey Travis. I brought you a present. Here's your old gun. I polished it up a little bit, replaced the chain with a pure tempered silver chain, and I'm hoping I can try to fit a collapsible stock on. That's all if you don't mind. Oh, one more thing, the butt now has a recoil control pad to help improve accuracy, and the firing pin is new to prevent jams. Hope you like it. Free of charge." He then turned to Rose. "Just let me know if you guys ever need anything. You saved my life. You'll get free stuff for a while."
Travis caught the new gun in his hand and smiled. His old friend had a new face. He revved the chainsaw and the burses came screming into the room. Once they found out it was only Travis playing with a firearm in a hosipital bed, they slapped him on the head and left.
"Hahaha. I made his gun amazing. And for you, if you ever want a second pistol, I can attempt to procure you an almost identical pistol to the one you have." Seth took a seat in a nearby chair. "So Travis, how long do you think you'll be out of commission?"