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Post by Rhinn on Dec 12, 2011 18:26:13 GMT -5
Zoe smiled and headed off to the left. "Yep this is how the 1% lives. We are no longer in the 99%. I'll take this room; you can grab the other."
They were both the same except that hers had a larger tub.
"And I don't care we were the last people left on earth alive and I needed her body heat to keep me alive. I'm not going to give you the pleasure of thinking that there is a remote possibility of me hooking up with that lady."
Zoe dumped her stuff on the bed, emptying her pockets on the dresser and setting her gun down beside the pile of paper, change and a few spare bullets she had. Next she dumped her bag out on the bed, setting the money back in the back, after taking out the remains of her cereal, clothes and ammo.
"DEFINITELY, a shower and them some room service. Tomorrow we can go buy a new ride, hit the gun store and then gamble until we either own this town, or are dead broke."
She went to the bathroom and began to run the tub full of hot water. Then she went back to her bedroom door and looked over at Samuel.
"Give me 30 minutes and then we can order. I want a steak, rare and a bottle of wine. I'm tired of spam."
Then she shut the door and began to remove her clothes. Walking over to the tub she gradually lowered herself down into the hot water. Almost immediately, her aches and soreness in her back and arms and legs began to disappear. She took a breath and then sank down under the water, feeling the heat creep into her skin. When she couldn't hold her breath anymore, she came up for air. Then she just relaxed back, closing her eyes and feeling as if she was in heaven.
:: EDIT ::
Twenty minutes later, Zoe stepped out of the tub and dried off. She looked at her pile of dirty clothes on the floor and loathed the idea of putting them back on. So instead, she wrapped herself in one of the soft white robes and exited the bathroom. Now that she was clean, her stomach was demanding that she pay attention to it. Making sure she was modest enough to leave her room, she walked back into the living area.
Over by the desk was a concierge book and a menu. She picked up the menu and began to look through it. Damn, everything looked good, she thought. She passed the salads and went straight to the steaks. There halfway down the page was a 14 oz porterhouse steak. Its description said that it was herb crusted and seared, serviced on a bed of sauted' onions and mushrooms. A choice of vegetable came with it and then the menu went on to list wines that would be appropriate with it.
Zoe ignored the prices, she didn't care. She was going to eat like a queen tonight.
"Hey Samuel. You ready to order, cuz I'm about ready to eat the cushions off the couch."
While waiting for the reply, Zoe turned on the TV. She kinda knew what to expect. With the world the way it was, most of what you saw was either old outbreak news, new outbreak news, a bunch of political stuffed shirts saying it was the other polictial parties fault, or pay per view skin flicks. She was able to flip through some of the channels and was pleasantly surprised with an old rerun of NCIS.
Going back to the desk, she began to look through the concierge book and the services offered to the client. While many of the options were probably not available any more, she would definitely check into a few of them
But first that steak.
She picked up the phone and dialed room service. When they answered, she began to order the food... a porterhouse, cooked rare, a baked potato, a side of shrimp, the soup of the day, an appetizer of southwest eggrolls, a bottle of merlot, some beer, water, a coke, the chocolate cake and a slice of lemon raspberry cheesecake.
She looked up as Samuel appeared and she tossed him the phone. "Time to eat."
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Post by Mikey on Dec 17, 2011 7:06:04 GMT -5
“Well excuse me for trying to play matchmaker.” He said with a smirk. Ya, the lady had been a bit of a… Well, a few things, but ‘b*tch’ seemed to be the most catch all statement. He silently agreed with Zoe, walking to the room and tossing his duffle bag onto the dresser. He opened it up and pulled out his last set of clean clothes. He felt sorry for Zoe, who had lost all of her gear with her bike. But they would fix that soon enough. He made his way to the bathroom, turned the hot water to full, and stripped his filthy clothes off.
Samuel would admit that he spent much more time in the shower than normal. Being able to take one without having to worry about saving hot water, or not having the soap to get clean, or any other kind of worry. Here, it didn’t matter. There was plenty of everything.
He stuck to a shower, knowing that if he tried to soak in the tub he would have his knees down sticking out. He started by letting himself soak in the water for a little while. He let the hot water work the kinks out of his muscles, and he felt the scalding water wash away weeks worth of filth.
He got out and toweled off, putting his clean clothes on and for once walking out into the main room without bringing his boots with him. He walked out to see Zoe on the couch in a robe, and barely caught the phone when she threw it at him.
After realizing that it was the room service people, he put it to his ear and placed his order. He was sure they thought he was joking when he ordered two cheeseburgers, a rib eye steak, each with fries, some vanilla ice cream, a piece of the same cake Zoe got, a few glasses of Dr. Pepper, and a bottle of whatever whiskey they had on tap. He thanked them and tossed the phone back to Zoe before stepping over the back of the couch and taking a seat next to her.
“Half an hour.” He told her, relaying what they had told him on the phone. “Three hundred and forty six bucks will be billed to the room.” He said with a smirk. Twenty bucks a piece for main meals, ten for each side, ten for each desert, anywhere from five to fifty for the drinks. A little on top for the service fee of having it delivered to them. He supposed it wasn’t so bad, especially with all of the money they had.
“I dunno about you, but sleeping on a real bed without having to have a gun in your hand sounds like the perfect end to the day.” He said.
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Post by Rhinn on Dec 26, 2011 21:38:08 GMT -5
"Yeah, and then we can go car shopping tomorrow, clothes for me and then gamble ourselves into debt and be chased out of town."
Zoe was partially serious. They needed new supplies and clothes and a new ride and there was only so much that they could buy. With a cool million burning a hole in their pockets and only a few places to spend it, they'd probably have to take a load of it with them.
Then there was always that guy you hired them. No telling where he was... he could even be here.
But first was food and a good night sleep. At the knock on the door, Zoe jumped up and grabbed a stack of hundreds from her dresser, opening the door and showing a bit of leg from her robe. She leaned against the doorway.
"Hello, mister. I hope you are delivering a hunk of meat for me." Zoe slide up and down the door frame. The man's face turned red.
She grinned at him and waved him in. "Just set it up in front of the TV." She followed him and watched him set up the huge meal. It was the most food she had seen that wasn't an MRE. After he took the covers off the plates and opened the wine and whiskey, he stood by waiting.
Zoe stepped to within 4 inches of his face and shoved a handful of hundreds in his pocket.
"There is a little bit extra in there for ya." The man nodded and left the room. Zoe closed the door behind him and locked it. The she jumped the couch and sat down, grabbing a roll and ripping it in half.
"Damn this is good bread."
She grabbed a beer and raised it up. "To Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Life, and to being a real b*tch to the man on the phone. Here Here!"
Then she began to dig into her feast.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 2, 2012 4:18:57 GMT -5
“Ya, ya that sounds like a good idea.” Samuel said to Zoe, when she listed off things they should do with their money. A million dollars would probably cover everything. Which left another million to be spent on just about nothing. So why not get as much entertainment as they could out of it? They didn’t want to haul it out with them. It was dead weight that didn’t do a whole lot for them out in the zombie wastelands. Of course, he was going to keep a bit. A few grand. Just enough to get some food and ammo if they ever stumbled into another checkpoint that still used cash. It never hurt to have a bit on hand.
“Don’t spend it all. Keep about five for yourself, for the next time you come into a settlement like this.” He told her. It was always a good idea. Here in Vegas, Hawaii, up in Washington. All of them were good places that were secured. He was sure there were more, both in the country and world wide, but he didn’t know of any off the top of his head.
He sat back quietly and couldn’t help but laugh at Zoe messing with the delivery guy. When the food was in place and he was gone, he grabbed one of his burgers and smirked at her.
“You know…” He said, thinking of how to best word it. “…Naw. Too easy.” He said to disguise the fact that he couldn’t word it in a witty and clever way. He had plenty of evidence to call her any number of names, but none of them quite had the right ring to them.
He raised a can of beer to meet her with the cheer, smiling and clinking his drink to hers.
“Here here.” He repeated. “But who the hell is Leroy Jethro Gibbs?” He asked as he took a drink from his can.
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 3, 2012 18:00:21 GMT -5
Zoe nearly choked on the bite of steak in her mouth. "What, are you frackin' kidding me? You DON'T know who Leroy Jethro Gibbs is?" Zoe looked incredilous over at Samuel and then flung her hand at the screen. On it, NCIS was playing and Mark Harmon was in a basement, sanding on a boat. "He's only the best NCIS agent this show has ever seen." She paused for a moment, eyeing him thoughtfully. "You are kidding... you better be kidding.... I mean come on, you were in the military or something. Don't ruin what we have going now." She shook her head, not really sure if he was kidding or not. She reminded herself to not play cards with him. Then she took another swig of her beer and another bite of the steak. "Just watch", she said, leaning over and skewering a few of the mushrooms with her fork and popping them in her mouth. ================================== At the edge of Vegas, two SUV's, covered in mud, and pretty banged up pulled up to the city limits and stopped. The men inside were armed heavy and the trucks themselves were armored just as heavy. The man in the passenger seat spoke on the phone. "I understand that Mr. Jefferson, but with that much money, there are only a couple of places that they could go. I have teams searching for them in Washington and one team is headed toward Hawaii as we speak. I believe that they are here. What else is someone going to do with that amount of money? Anyway, if we will keep our eyes out for your Challenger and for any new high rollers that just arrived. We'll cover the gun stores and call you when we find them. Thank you sir. Goodbye." The agent shook his head as he put the phone down. "I don't know what these two people did, but he is more ****ed than I've ever seen. He said that we can keep the money they have left, just bring him their heads." The SUV's started up again and entered Vegas. "Let's start with the gun shop and then hit the casinos. We'll find them and there better be enough money to make this worthwhile, or else there won't be much for Jefferson when we are done with them."
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Post by Mikey on Jan 5, 2012 5:55:18 GMT -5
“Uh… No.” He said, speaking lightly as if he had just inadvertently called her mother a sleeper or something equally as offensive. Given her reaction, it may just have ranked up there somewhere.
“I was recruited during the outbreak. I didn’t go through basic training or any of that crap, I just got put on a team.” He said. His military experience was not as big as he made it out to be. Sure, he had been trained and he had worked with a lot of soldiers, Marines, and sailors. Sure, he had gotten to play with the big toys a lot of the time. But, it was far from normal.
“Wait, what does that even have to do with anything?” He asked, confused. She told him to hush up and watch, and he just shrugged.
“Ok…” He said, taking a bite of his burger. They continued to watch, the pile of food in front of each of them slowly shrunk. Samuel polished off the last few bites of dessert on his plate and sat back with a beer in hand. He had only been paying half attention to the TV, more interested in his food through the episode.
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 9, 2012 12:21:44 GMT -5
((OOC - I'm going to speed through the night because we probably wouldn't find posts of snoring too interesting.))
Zoe continued to enjoy her food. She wouldn't have been able to finish it all without being sick, but she knew that when she ordered the food. After living off SPAM and MRE's for so long, she was wanted to savor as many different foods as possible.
When she was done, she boxed up all the left over food and shoved it into the fridge. She didn't know if she would even eat it, but after living in the apocalypse for so long, she could not bring herself to just throw away good food.
By now the sun was already gone and the weariness that Zoe felt was overwhelming.
"Well I'm going to bed. Tomorrow we can set about living it up."
Nodding goodnight to Samuel, Zoe went to her room and closed the door. It felt weird now, sleeping here. Zoe knew that they weren't going to be attacked here, but she knew that she wouldn't have a restful night sleep. She hadn't had one of those in nearly 8 months.
Looking around the room, she began to unpack her few belongings. The few cans of food were stacked on the far nightstand where they wouldn't be in the way. She unpacked her rifle and spent a few minutes putting it back together and then cleaning it. Then she loaded it and place it against the wall, where she could get to it quickly. Finally, she pulled her revolver out of its holster and made sure it was loaded before placing it next to her bed.
Then she stripped out of her robe and climbed into bed. The sheet was cool and soft and it wasn't too long before Zoe was fast asleep.
=== The Next Morning ===
Daylight shown through the curtains in Zoe's room, waking her up. She rolled over and looked at the clock. Seeing that it was already 8:00 am, she bet that Samuel was probably awake. She sat up in bed and stretched, feeling weird that the undead weren't trying to eat her. She reached down and grabbed her robe and pulled it on as she headed to the bathroom.
Inside, she found a small toiletry kit that she had missed the night before. Inside was a toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, deordorant, razor, shaving cream, and fingernail clippers.
Damn, how long has it been since I've shaved my legs, she thought. Hopping into the shower, she relished the hot water and the feeling of cleanliness that it gave her. After the shower, she fixed her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and then brushed her teeth. Out in her room, she called Room Service and scheduled to have them send up breakfast in 90 minutes... coffee, bacon, pancakes, cereal and fresh fruit.
:: EDIT 01/17/2012 ::
That would give her just enough time to get some supplies that she needed. Picking up the phone again, she called the Concierge Desk. As soon as the person picked up, she told him what she needed. He promised to have it there to her in less than 30 minutes.
True to form, there was a knock at the door.
"I got it!" She yelled as she ran to the door. She opened it to see the Concierge Clerk standing there with a bag of clothing. Zoe smiled and gave him a hefty tip. He had gone to nearest clothing store and gotten her a pair of black cargo pants, socks, tank top, t-shirt and a black hoodie. She took everything to her room and dropped her robe to the floor. Then she quickly dressed, pulling on the clothes, loving the feel of clean clothes. She pulled her hair up into a pony tail and pulled on her boots. Then she spent some time, re-arranging her bags, pulling on her holster and putting her revolver in it. Then she packed money in her backpack and the rest of her ammo, which wasn't much. She left all the food in the room, knowing that she wouldn't need it here in Vegas. Then she took her clothes and dumped them out in the chute in the hallway for trash, ridding herself of the stained, bloody clothes. The rest of the money, she left in the big bag and hid it under the sofa.
By then there was another knock at the door. Zoe opened it to see that it was breakfast.
"Yo, Sammy. Come and get it. We got a big day."
Zoe paid and then picked up two pieces of bacon and began to munch on them. Walking to the window, she flung open the curtains and looked outside. The sun was out, but it looked cold outside... not surprising as it was January.
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Post by Mikey on Jan 23, 2012 4:02:04 GMT -5
“Ya, ya, I’m up.” Samuel said from behind his door. He has been up for a while. Showered, shaved, and in his last set of fresh clothes. Unlike Zoe, he was planning on getting his clothes cleaned. He had everything all worn in just right. Loose in the right places, tight in the right places. No way he was getting rid of any of his pants or shirts. All he needed to do was get a new coat…
“Think they have a big and tall shop around here?” He asked as he walked out, assaulted by the smell of breakfast. He immediately forgot the thoughts that didn’t have anything to do with food. He walked out and sat down at the table without another word, pouring a cup of coffee and taking a sip before reaching over and piling several pancakes onto his plate.
“You know… I was thinking.” He said, pausing to take a bite of one of the flapjacks.
“What are we doing? You know, in life? We were surviving day to day because we had to, sure. But this money could buy a life around here. A few houses, enough supplies to last until we could get jobs.” He said. With their training and experience, they could easily find a position with the local mercenary groups. “So why are we thinking of going back out into the wastelands?” He asked. He really wanted to know. It didn’t seem like such a bad deal, staying here. Their original plan was to **** through a million bucks each, but the thoughts of something more secure seemed better to him. F**k the guy on the phone. They could take anything he threw at them, easily. Especially because a place like this ran on one rule.
Don’t rock the boat.
“What do you want to do with your life?” He asked her.
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 23, 2012 13:48:51 GMT -5
Zoe finished off a bite of pancake and sat back, chewing on the food as well as her thoughts. Granted, it would be wasteful to just junk the money on gambling and head back out into hell, but she had already lived longer than what she had thought possible. Just trying to survive had meant that she couldn’t plan the future… she was struggling to plan the present. Now though…
She looked up at Samuel, who was looking at her and eating. What he was proposing would mean she would have to change her mindset completely. They would need to conserve their funds rather than squander them. The equipment… well most of it they were going to buy anyway, but now they would need more.
The idea of the mercenary life really didn’t appeal to her too much, but then again, what was a merc? A person who did a job for money. In that aspect, hadn’t she already done that? Of course the idea of staying here in Vegas was growing on her. Not having to worry about where to sleep or if you would wake up with the undead ripping your flesh apart.
Of course there were other dangers here, but nothing she hadn’t already faced before. She picked up a piece of bacon and began to chew through it, savoring its flavor and texture. “Well, if we decide to do this, we need to stop living like this… conserve our resources. We will need to get supplies, vehicles, the works.”
As she spoke, ideas came to her about what they could do, where they could stay. The idea of actually buying a house didn’t appeal to her. She had never liked the “suburban lifestyle”, especially after seeing the houses on the outskirts of Vegas. Most were compounds unto themselves, but the police didn’t frequent the area. Those that could stand did, and those that couldn’t… well more than one of them had been looted and burned down by raiders, or left open to the occasional zombie. Nope, if they were going to purchase a place to stay, it would need to be toward the center of town… and she had a perfect idea.
“What if we bought an old warehouse just off the strip? We could put it under a company name, keeping our identities hidden. Convert the upstairs to living quarters, the downstairs to house our vehicles and weapons. It wouldn’t have to be large… heck even an old firehouse would do.”
Now she was really getting behind the idea. She didn’t know if it was because they would once again outsmart the man on the phone, who no doubt thought they would squander it, or it if was just the fact that she had something to look forward to… a future.
“So where do we start?”
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Post by Mikey on Jan 27, 2012 23:29:13 GMT -5
“Well, I say we stick to the original plan for now. We need to get a vehicle, some more supplies, weapons and ammo. Then we can look around for the place to live. We got what, six days paid up here? So we’ll use it. The money I kept from my military pay will cover that and any food we need, so we’re still up to two million or so.” He said. “Not to mention the extra fifty or so grand we can get for the jewels and those swords.” He pointed out. That alone was still quite a bit of money.
“We’ll finish breakfast, see about renting a car for the day. We should avoid using the Charger. Even if the guy on the phone’s goons aren’t in town, it will still draw attention.” He added. He took another drink of coffee and reached for his pack of cigarettes.
“Maybe we can get a bit of money off of it for scrap.” He said with a smirk. It was pretty messed up. On it’s last leg.
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Post by Rhinn on Jan 30, 2012 16:48:50 GMT -5
Zoe reached for one last piece of bacon, chewing it down. “Sell it for scrap would be quick and easy. Find a chop shop or something and sell it for cash. If we trade it in, there would be a record of it and I’d rather not have it tied to us.” She finished her breakfast by washing down the meal with the rest of her coffee. “We can rent a car downstairs, something white and boring and inconspicious. Get what we need and then tonight we move the car.” Zoe stood up from the table, stretching and then patting her stomach. “Ugh, I feel like I ate a horse. I need to tone down the amount of food or else I’m going to be sick.” She went to the desk and picked up the concierge book, flipping it open to a page and then picked up the phone and dialed the number. “Yes, this is the penthouse suite. We would like a rental car to be arranged for us. Something large, like an SUV. White or black if you have it… nothing garishly loud. Great… I’ll sign for it when we come downstairs. Thank you so much. Bye-bye.” She hung up the phone and looked over at Samuel. “Thirty minutes and it will be here. Finish up. I’m going to get my gear and brush my teeth.” == 25 minutes later == The elevator door opened onto the ground floor and Zoe and Samuel exited. The sound of slot machines and gambling assaulted their ears and Zoe did feel the temptation to try their luck… just once. But a little voice inside her head reminded her that she had tried their luck numerous times on this trip. Don’t push it. Shrugging inwardly, Zoe turned left and headed toward the concierge desk. A white Chevy Tahoe was pulling out upfront. She smiled at the clerk and showed her key, signing for the car. “Just add it to the tab, please.” Then she was on through the front door and out to the car. Outside, in the parking lot, she could just make out the Charger. She didn’t dare approach it in case it was being observed. They would wait until they were packing more heat to deal with it. She held the keys up to Samuel. “You want to drive?” :: EDIT 02/08/2012 ::When Samuel hesitated just for a second, Zoe got a wicked grin on her face and snatched the keys back. "I'm it then. You can call shotgun if you want... or hide in the back and pray for mercy." Jogging around to the driver's side, she hopped up in the seat, pulling the seat all the way forward so that her legs would reach the pedals. Shooting a glance over at Samuel, she answered his unspoken question. "No I don't need a phone book to sit on, I can manage just fine", she said with an air of mock indignation. As they pulled out of the Valet lot, she turned left, remembering that there was a car dealer on the other side of town that had a great stock of vehicles. While Vegas hadn't been overrun with the undead, the collapse of most of the world had affected its economy. 75% of the businesses were struggling and it had only been a year since the outbreak had started. More were sure to disappear. That meant that the selection might not be the greatest... but it also meant that with cash, they were dealing from a strong hand. "So we get the vehicles first... another SUV maybe. I say we keep both of these for now, being able to get more of our supplies. Plus if we are followed... well I do have insurance on this one. We can bash them with the rental and get away in the new truck." After breakfast, she had found that the internet had still worked at the hotel. She used it to locate things they were looking for... and the concierge clerk was most helpful with the other items. From him she had found a place to buy clothes and food... from the internet, she had found a listing of gun stores in the area and vacant buildings in Vegas that were for sale. Their tentative plan was to get a new ride... or two, grab some more gear, go buy a place to live and work out of and then set it up. All before they ran out of money... or that douche bag Jefferson found them. "So are you a Ford man or a Chevy man?" :: EDIT 02/13/2012 ::Well it turned out that they really didn’t have a choice. As they pulled up to one of the last remaining dealerships, they saw that it was a hodge podge of vehicles. Brand new cars stood next to crappy old clunkers. There were a few salesmen lounging around smoking and playing cards. It was obvious that they weren’t really expecting to have any customers today. As Zoe pulled to a stop under the awning, she turned off the truck and looked over at Samuel. “This should be fun. Let me get out first”, she said taking off her jacket. She stepped out and stretched from side to side, letting them get a good view of her tight jeans and tank top. They walked over as a group and she smiled at them. “I’m looking for an SUV… one that is better than this one. Can any of you help me?” Well they were certainly crawling all over themselves to offer her their help, telling her that she won’t get a better deal anywhere else. She grinned and the motioned for Samuel to exit the truck. That was when their smiles shrank. “Good, I was expecting a good deal. We are interested in a few vehicles, starting with that one right there.” Zoe didn’t even look to where she pointed. She had seen it as they had driven up. It was a 2010 Ford Raptor that had been worked over by an Armored Car Agency. It was known as the Velociraptor… fully armored. “And if I can’t make a deal… well then you will be dealing with my friend here.” Her smile turned cold and wicked. “Now, let’s look at what else you have in inventory.”
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Post by Mikey on Feb 18, 2012 9:06:07 GMT -5
“Mmm, good idea.” Samuel said, talking as he took a sip of coffee. Scrapping it would be the best way to go. Some quick cash for the parts or the metal, no records to fill out.
She made a comment about getting a car, and then about how she had ate too much, and he smirked as he downed another bite of pancakes.
“You don’t have that problem in the military. You carb load whenever you get the chance to eat.” He said. If it could be days until you might eat next, eating two or more MRE’s at once wasn’t such a bad deal.
He didn’t pay attention to what she was saying on the phone, more concerned with finishing off the heaping stack of pancakes on his plate. When she came over and told him that the car would be there in thirty minutes, he nodded and shot her a thumbs up as he continued eating. She went off toward her room, and Samuel finished up quickly and made his way to his own room. He picked up his gun belt and put it around his waist, placing his .44 in the holster and the speed loaders in his pocket. He left everything else except a wad of cash that he stuffed in his pocket. A hundred grand. With the car and the gear, he may just end up spending that much, but he wanted to make sure they would be able to get everything they need. He didn’t know how Zoe wanted to split the cost, but he had enough to cover it all if she wanted to pool all the money together.
When the car got there the half hour later, they were outside waiting. As Zoe got the key, Samuel pulled a fifty from his pocket and stuffed it into the concierge’s jacket pocket. He was certainly helping them out a lot more than he needed to, so it was good to keep him happy with them. When Zoe asked who wanted to drive, he hesitated for a moment to think about it. Apparently that made her make the decision for him, and he smirked at her as he made a cross over his chest.
“God help me…” He said as he got into the drivers seat. He watched her get in and opened his mouth to make a joke, but she cut him off there too. Damn that woman’s intuition…
She laid out her idea about using the rental for as long as they had it, as well as using it as a battering ram against any problems they might encounter, and he concurred. Why mess up the one that they were going to keep?
They made it to the car lot, and Zoe asked Samuel’s preference in cars.
“Definitely Ford.” He said as she got out to meet the men who were killing time at the lot. They tripped over each other in their hurry to help her find anything she wanted, like doing their jobs would get them a little ‘bonus’. He wondered if that had ever actually happened to anyone in the history of ever…
When she gave the signal, Samuel got out of the truck and played the part of the big angry guy. Sure, he was big, and he was pretty angry a lot of the time, but… Ok, it wasn’t anything he didn’t do on a daily basis. He walked around to the other side, not looking toward the vehicle Zoe pointed out. He stared intently at each car salesman, some of them deciding that a pretty face wasn’t quite worth the beating that Samuel could no doubt give them before tucking tail and leaving. One stayed, and Samuel looked at him intently.
Deciding to do his job and stay very, very polite, he started with the one Zoe had pointed out.
“That is the Ford F-150 SVT Raptor. This one has a five liter V8 engine. Your looking at fifteen miles city, twenty highway.” He said. Eek… That would certainly put a damper on things, keeping it fed with gas…
“As is, you can tow over eleven thousand points. You can haul over three. Three hundred and sixty horsepower, three hundred and eighty pounds of torque. Lot’s of head and leg room, important to a man like… uh… you.” He said, looking Samuel up and down once. Samuel gave him a look that told him to get on with it.
“Uh, yes. This particular truck was worked over by a company. Armor plated, run flat tires, bullet resistant glass, and the interior is further protected by extra armor plating. At the push of a button it can be locked from the inside, and no one short of planting a bomb will ever get inside.” He said. Samuel looked it over and then looked to the man.
“Go find another to show us.” He said, waving the man away. He actually liked this one a lot, but he wanted Zoe’s opinion. When the salesman walked away to find another car, he looked at Zoe with a smirk.
“Well. Leg room. I’m sold.” He said with a grin.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 20, 2012 0:04:08 GMT -5
Zoe watched the salesman run off to find another truck. She looked over at Samuel.
"He's either going to find a car... or to change his shorts. Hopefully they have another truck like this one, but if they don'te, I still want to buy two of those Crown Vics out there. They have the police interceptor package on them. They'd be throwaway cars for us. I also want to get another motorcycle and..."
Zoe got a gleam in her eyes. "And I think I know where we can get something else.."
She didn't finish as the salesman came back with a set of keys. Mentally, she was already planning their next trip... Gun store... survival store...
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Post by Mikey on Feb 21, 2012 19:47:20 GMT -5
Samuel nodded to what Zoe was saying, watching the salesman come back with a set of keys. Samuel had his hand out for the key, and then jerked his thumb toward the Ford.
“Mind if we take it for a test drive?” He asked, not waiting for an answer before he started walking toward the vehicle. Samuel got into the drivers seat and waited for Zoe and the salesmen to get inside, at which time he started u the engine and shot out the low. He started going down the road, topping out at seventy, and looked in the rearview mirror at the salesman.
“So, now that we’re almost at a hundred miles per hour, I think we should talk about price.” He said evenly.
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Post by Rhinn on Feb 22, 2012 18:57:48 GMT -5
The salesman, who’s name badge read CARL across it visibly paled at Samuel’s driving. Zoe, used to it after riding with him from Raccoon City area to Vegas, just turned around in her seat and smiled. “Isn’t this fun, I like this. We should do this more. Samuel, we should see how it handles at these speeds.”
Then she looked back at Carl. “I say we start the negotiations at 60% of the price. That sounds reasonable to me. Gas is a premium so there is no way you are going to sell it. Of course, we could head outside of Vegas and see how the armor holds up against the raiders out there and then we should really test it against the undead as well… ya know, IF we have to pay a premium.”
At that thought, Carl turned visibly sick. Zoe had never witnessed someone turning green before, but she could have sworn Carl was about to load up the back of his pants again. So she continued on…
“But if we get a good deal, we might just take your word for the condition of the truck, plus, there are a few other vehicles that we need. Another SUV, and two of those Crown Vics out front… the black one and the charcoal gray one. And a motorcycle. That could make your sales quota for the month and I’m sure that who ever you go home to at night would be most appreciative at that. So… Carl… what do you say?”
Carl’s bottom lip trembled a bit. “Okay”, he said meekly. “Just take me back please.”
Zoe smiled and patted him on the head. “Any other paces you want to put the truck through?” she asked Samuel. Soon they would have their cars… then it would be on to weapons.
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