alec494 (alec494) wrote in mundus_district, @ 2009-02-16 11:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | alec mcdowell, max guevara |
WHO: 494, Max Guevara
WHERE: Waking up in Infra, second floor, Suite 201
WHEN: Noon.
OPEN: Max and anyone else in the apartment?
WHAT: 494 realizes he's a long, long way from home Manticore and investigates his room, arming himself. He realizes he's not alone and finds Max, who he believes escaped from Manticore. It's not helped along that Max is in heat and he's totally wanting to jump her bones.
RATING: R thanks to Max in heat and Alec being influenced by an X5 female in heat.
This wasn't like the cots back home. 494 knew that in the back of his head even before he woke up fully, eyes snapping open. In a smooth motion, the X5 had rolled out of the unfamiliar bed and stood, half-crouched and ready to fight even as his eyes quickly scanned the room. Instead of the bare walls of the barracks, he was faced with a room that was far too big for his own tastes - he felt exposed with all this unnecessary space - and a lot of furniture that looked nice (he guessed), but definitely not fitting in with Manticore regulations. Sensing no immediate danger, 494 roamed about the room, taking stock of any potential weapons or clues as to how he'd ended up here. Last he checked? He was due for another nightly breeding "attempt" with his breeding partner - attempt because he was pretty sure if he actually got anywhere, 452 (or Max or whatever she insisted on calling herself) really would kick him in the nuts this time. Somehow he doubted they'd all got upgraded to cushier quarters just to get them in the mood.
As if he needed to get in the mood. 494 was able to put out fine, he just needed Max to get with the picture and cooperate for a second.
Anyway, it wasn't like he needed nice furniture or a real bed to get in the mood. Maybe that was how Max needed it in the outside world, but as far as 494 was concerned, he could do it any time, anywhere - just having some privacy at all was a huge bonus as far as he was concerned and he didn't see why she threw such a fit about it in the first place. He supposed that some more time in Manticore and Max would see how picky she really was about stuff that didn't matter.
It was just orders, after all. What was even the big deal?
494's search came out with a closet full of clothes - some fatigues, the standard gray shirt and winter camo pants he was also wearing right now, and some clothes that definitely weren't his but were in his size. Probably for some deep cover assignment, although generally his bosses just handed them to him when the assignment actually rolled around. That and he was usually briefed. That tended to help. Right now he had no idea if this was one of Renfro's mind games or if he'd been pulled off breeding duty and thrown into some mission - without the briefing. He'd lied to Renfro's face about successfully copulating with Max, but if she'd noticed, she hadn't said anything. And anyway, you didn't get stuck on missions for lying to someone like Renfro; you ended up under the burning point of that laser or in solitary, if she was in a good mood.
Checking the drawers, 494 came up with a pistol. Glock 37. Not bad for a piece, he thought, cocking back the slide with the ease of someone who'd handled guns since he was a kid, and raised an eyebrow when he found there was actually some magazines in the same drawer. 494 took a second to adjust his fingers around the now-loaded Glock, eyes on the pistol but also listening for any signs he wasn't alone in the room - it looked like an apartment, but pretty nice for a post-Pulse one.