As per usual I was up at 4am sweating bullets and panting from the nightmares that are my life. Even a beer hadn’t calmed them – I don’t know why I thought today might be any different. My second night away from the Academy hasn’t proven much different than every other night.
I had breakfast which consisted of the last protein bars I’d squirreled away until I learned where things were around here. Thankfully Michael had promised to do just that today. I went for a run and hit the area they called a gym that no one was using at that hour of the day. It felt good to be alone for once. Things in NYC were always so busy – everyone was always on the go, and there was always someone awake at any hour of the day.
That is the main difference to NYC HQ and Boulder HQ, shit closes around here. At 8 am I was standing outside the main building of the HQ compound and no one was there yet. The woman who opened the door smiled at me and let me inside. I sat down and waited another 30 minutes for Michaela to show up. I was not impressed, but when she came in with a happy smile on her face I said nothing. I bit my tongue. Literally bit my tongue from saying something to offend my new handler on day one. Go me!
However it didn’t last long as Michaela took me from area to area inside the main building. It housed the offices, the small holding cells and the small stores that held gear, limited supplies for heading out and a few vending machines. I was highly disappointed.
Michaela gave me a tour of the residences which had all our living quarters, pretty much a gloried hotel. Single rooms with a restroom and a few common areas which as per the main building had vending machine and a small commissary story full of junk food and of course the dinky gym and a laundry room. All of which were still empty at this time of day.
Our last stop was of course the gym. Michaela decided she wanted to check out my style and my strength. She remembered my display last night and told me I couldn’t do that. I was straight with her, no deal. I’m not going to limit myself because she thought it was unfair. Unless she fought like a human too I wasn’t going to fight her. She attacked me anyway and I won the match. She thought it was a good match, I didn’t tell her I was holding back. I let her hit me. I didn’t end it before it started. I was no longer bound by the niceties of the competition but I held to them anyway. I wouldn’t do that in the field.
We ate lunch and chatted about what to expect until my list was completed. I worked for her. Yay, another bossy woman in my life. I would be given a file with given information to start off with and I’d have to figure out where and how to proceed, with her advice of course. And we couldn’t do anything unless she signed off on it. In her words, “no cowboy stuff.”
Michaela asked if I had any questions and I did but not what she expected. I asked about grocery stores and what other things there were to do around town if I was expected to have a life here I needed details. So Michaela did one better and showed me around Boulder itself. Showed me a few clubs and bars she liked and informed me of the local hangouts of weres and vamps. She sounded a little more than disgusted by them. She must never have been around either for any period of time. Supernatural creatures weren’t inherently evil, even vampires.Tonight is my last free night as Michaela put it. Tomorrow I start my first hunt.The Mind of Nox