"Sometimes, I just can't think of a good quote."
-- Joe Flanagan

Bill thinks for a minute.

"Well, You both have your .45s, which is as good as anything else, unless you want to seriously sacrifice clip size for caliber. I think I can russle up some small nine millimeters for you though."

Thomas nods. "I was also thinking of using a small, diluted amount of that blood lure I came up with. You know, the vamp-attractor. Enough so that the vamps would be drawn to me instead of the poor gothies at the club."

"Well it hasn't been tested, but this should be as good a time to try it out as any."

Bill heads back into the gun cages and comes out with some rather small 9mm pistols, amd ankle-holsters.

"These are as good a hold out weapon as any. Can we go over this in the morning, guys? I'm not as young as you two."

Thomas nods. "Thanks man. Sleep well."

Thomas leaves, heading heading for a deserted corner of the base, someplace he can be alone. There he spends an hour or so in prayer and meditation, thinking of the mission ahead.

Afterwards, Thomas heads back to his room, where he quickly falls asleep.

Everyone goes to sleep. Player times sync up, and the morning comes.

Aimee wakes and dresses for PT, being sure to wake Judith as well. Conventional means won't do, of course. Aimee lands her rear on the foot of Judith's bed with a great bounce.

"What's the story, morning glory? Rise and shine, Deadeye!" she crows, waking in a most excellent mood. She got DIGITS!

Hmm?

Judith opens her eyes sleepily and yawn.


Had a good time last night, Aimee?

Thomas gets out of bed with a yawn, dressing in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and heading for the gym to work out. He does his usual routine of weights and cardio, then hits the range, using his own revolver, the pistol Bill reccomended, as well as the Nine.

Once he has finished with that, he is famished, but hits the shower first, then off to breakfast.

"The best," Aimee beams. "C'mon, I'll tell you about it while we watch everybody ELSE do PT...."

She plans to at least go for the run, but using her arms and

Aimee waits for Judith to ready herself and sticks with her through PT, telling her all about James.

Judith grins bemusedly and goes about her work as Aimee chatters on.

It's remarkable how much Aimee can go on about James, having talked very little with him and only knowing him for less than 12 hours....

Chatting continues through the entirety of PT and runs through most of breakfast, when Aimee stops and blinks, with a good bit of bagel lodged in her mouth.

"Schm**!"

"I wahsh shoposhtto meet Schtingtun ihn hihsh offish," she says, making a pained face, then swallowing. "I forgot all about it -- sorry Jude. I should go NOW!"

Aimee flies from her seat, unfinished bagel in hand, and races up to Stington's office. She is still dressed for PT ((I wonder what the PT outfit looks like...)) and makes it there doublequick, squeaking sliding sneakers outside of his door as she barges in ((unless the door's locked --in which case she knocks)), panting lightly.

"Did I make it on time?" she asks, looking up at where Stington's desk is.