Mithias attempted to make Erickson think about his ways, wrong right, all that good stuff. Even tried to tell him that war was beneath them. "
War is beneath us? Since when? Think back to the Greeks, or even the Egyptians! They are all known for their conflicts! And using mortals to do that. Only this time, the mortals don't seem to remember who's in charge. And with that, didn't you fight in the Nightwars too?" Deon started to make his way to the airlock, only to stop part way through Mithias's spiel. "
Fail? Well that's kinda funny, I don't see myself failing. It's pretty difficult to lose a war when you're not the one fighting it. Leading it on sure, but not fighting it. That is why there will still be someone to try you. And if for some reason that doesn't happen, I will kill you myself." He opens the airlock and begins to enter. "
We don't have the numbers anymore to fight a war, thanks to you." Erickson left leaving his prisoner with his thoughts.
Erickson went to the top floor of his building, passing floor after floor of nearly no staff. The tower itself was still new, and Deon kept it minimally staffed for now, until he was able to muster up enough forces to be the final push to win this new war. Though his biggest problem while planning this war was the new ratio. Before humans outnumbers vampires by a huge ratio difference. Now, that ratio was even more, and many of the remaining vampires were scared shitless now. But planning is planning. A good strategist is one who can hold the most amount of territory with the least amount of soldiers.
On the top floor of his tower was his office suite, made up of a reception area, a nice lounge with a fountain, his work office that was big enough to give a speech to a small crowd, and a war room that had a table with a digital screen built into the surface. Used primarily for strategic planning. But with the building still understaffed and not yet ready for full use, everything lays await for the time when it would be needed.
Behind all the office work was his personal suite, he had only been inside it a few times, spending much of his time in Europe trying to keep things in order, and function on the west coast of the United States. But he liked this place most of all. One thing of his did survive the war, and that was a huge amount of the savings he has gathered in his lifetime. After years of good investment and planning he was now seven different rich people who were all getting into some kind of field.
Deon went through the main room in the home suite to the washroom where he took close examination of his face. "
I have let myself go haven't I?" Referring to his facial hair. At first he just didn't shave because he was too focused on surviving after the mortal's last push to end him last offensive. Which wasn't much of an offensive, more of an "Oh shit everyone is dead, but maybe we can still shock and aw the humans into surrendering" attempt. Afterwards he just kept the facial hair because it made it harder for those that thought he was dead to recognize him. So now, he had no reason to keep it.
After shaving the hair off his face, and grooming up the hair on his head he entered the living suite's personal office. Much smaller then his work office, simply a place where he could think with out the rest of the world. Yes this tower was overkill, but it was intended to survive a war. Sitting down at his desk he made a call to one of his staff members. "
Get me a secure line, and send someone downstairs to make sure the guest doesn't starve. And get me a private line, after that you can go home."
After all was said and done he grabbed his office phone and made his call. "
It's me, I'll be in the top floor suite. I look forward to seeing you in person. We have a lot we need to take care of. Sadly things will have to be put on a little bit of a faster pace now."
Hank woke up in a hospital bed half in shock, half feeling "Holy shit I think something just tried to punch its way out of me". As soon as he tried to sit up pain burst through his entire torso, it didn't feel like anything was broken, but his chest felt strained, on a major scale. "
Wow wow wow." An older nurse came in trying to make Hank rest on the bed again. "
Look, I get that you may be confused, but trying to push yourself now will only make things worse for you. You need to rest up while the doctor finishes his paperwork." Hank was still confused, last he remembered he was... he was in a parking lot, he was shooting. Then he keeled over in pain, had something hit him? Or... "
You were lucky Mr. Miller, a nice young girl brought you in just in time to resuscitate you. A minute later and you may have just been in the morgue below us. I mean, in all my years here, I don't think I have seen someone have a heart attack as bad as you and survive." A heart attack? He knew it was coming, for months that's all he could hear, about how his heart was getting weak, getting sick. "
I need to go, where is this girl now?" Hank tried to sit up again only to get stopped by the nurse. "
Now hold on a moment there, you just woke up, you were out for days. Don't try and be a hero now."
Hank didn't have time for this. "
Where is the girl, she's.... She's my daughter." This changed the expression on the nurse's face to a look of concern. "
Oh... well she left about two days ago. I mean I half wondered if she was a blood sucker because only a few hours after she left a huge amount of our blood supply went missing. But the fact that shes your youngster can eliminate her from that list." Hank didn't feel like getting into details about Kathryn, so he just let the nurse ramble on. "
Now I get that you are in a hurry to leave, but I can't let you do that until the Doctor approves you to leave. Once that happens we can--" There was shouting going on down the hall a bit, Hank heard the mention of someone collapsing. "
Oh my, I'll be right back sweet heart." She ran off to assist the other nurses in helping in what ever situation was going on.
Hank took this as his chance to get out of here. Depending where he was at he should be able to get a cab or something and make his way back to his RV, and continue while he still had a beating heart. Standing up wasn't easy though, he fell twice before he was able to lean against a walker that was set aside in the room. God he hated walkers, said he would rather die then be forced to use one. But here he was, swallowing his pride so he could go finish his revenge scheme. None of the staff stopped him as he left his room, or as he wondered down the many halls, getting lost several times. The receptionist tried as he exited but nothing she did could stop him, even calling security they would get here too late to stop him. So he kept limping outside to the soon to be new world.
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Kathryn, take some A- down to the basement and drop it off for the new guy, then go home. My night is done, so that means yours is too." Kathryn just nodded after receiving her orders. After taking her father to the hospital she sat around for a couple hours before the heavy smell off blood started to overwhelm her, so she took as much of the blood as she could and ran off, soon meeting up with one of Erickson's lackeys who was looking for some low level staff. "Godlike" as he stated was the only real requirement. Everything else was personal preference.
She made due, and she knew this was just until she knew a way to try to convince her father she was on his side... more or less. Though one thing she did hate was the outfit, it was like one of the classic maid dresses. It was tight on her and had an annoying short skirt. The only real difference between this and the old maid dress were the colors. Blue primarily with light green highlights. She still hated it.
Reaching the express elevator she worked her way to sub-level 7-b, the prison level. She'd never been down here before, and at first it seemed nice. But as she got further down she started to feel less and less comfortable as it started to look more like a concrete prison. She made her way to the respective cell and opened the first door on the airlock. It opened with a Whoosh as the air pressure from the airlock changed. She entered and saw on the small screen who was in this cell, Mithias Voromere. This is the second time she had seem him recently. The fact that this is happening right by the time her dad finally caught up to her was strange. She was starting to wonder about a connection. But then she realized, what if Mithias was her ticket to freedom? If anyone could convince her father that she wasn't a monster it would for sure be the vampire who fought for humans right?!
She opened the second airlock door, dropping the blood bag as the first airlock door shut itself. "
Don't ask any questions, I don't have time to answer. We have a short window of opportunity to get out of here while the day shift is leaving. Once they leave and the night shift start entering it will be too late, we won't get another opportunity to do this." She looked at how the man was pinned to the chair, it looked as if it was designed to never be opened with out brute strength... or separation of the hands. "
Okay... So I have no idea how to get you out of that with out causing a lot of pain to you." She said with a concerned look as she inspected the wrist bindings. They day shift was leaving early today, from what she could tell this rarely happened. There may never be a window like this again to sneak someone out of here.
