After Monica follows the Major into his office he shuts the door.
"Would you care for a drink?"
Monica shrugs her shoulders.
"Judging by your speech downstairs I'd say my question was already answered." He says
He removes the glass cork from the bottle of whiskey and fills two glasses halfway. He gives Monica a glass and sits on the edge of his desk facing her. Monica smells it before taking a sip.
"It's good." he says.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I see you enjoy getting straight to the point."
"The answer to infection does anyone really know?"
Monica interrupts.
"So you're saying you don't have it? I figured that out already because if you did wouldn't everyone be cured? Then you wouldn't be hold up in this mansion. Am I right?"
The major takes a drink of his whiskey before responding.
"You're very smart Monica. I suppose I don't need to explain how much we need one another."
"Um…now I'm lost."
"I want us to be friends Monica." says the major
"I don't have a problem with that." says Monica.
"Good."
"That's all you brought me in here to say?"
"Not all. Monica you're a strong girl and can make it on your own but can your friend do the same?"
"I had to learn things for myself she can too."
"Don't you think it's unfair to her?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"Shouldn't she be given a chance a real chance at life?"
"Okay. I don't really get where this conversation is going."
"You and your friend can stay here where you have a chance. We can protect you from the infected out there." he says.
"That's really nice but I can take care of myself."
"Yes but can you keep your eyes on your friend at all times?"
Monica shakes her head in confusion.
"Excuse me but why do you care so much?"
Monica downs the glass of whiskey and the major pours her another.
"An intelligent girl such as yourself should know—well want better. How old are you Monica?"
"Really? How old are you? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Alot. I was only eighteen years old when I left home and joined the Army.
"Okay and I was twenty. I just don't get how this fits together."
"When we're young it's tough to process things."
Monica drinks her second glass of whiskey.
"I'm not a kid that's for sure. I can shoot decent enough so I can protect myself." she says
"You can but again what about your friend? Are you so easily willing to abandon her?"
"Who said anything about leaving her?"
Monica was starting to get a powerful buzz from all the drinking. The major removes the glass from her hand and this time fills the glass to the rim.
"Damn I think I've had enough."
"Nonsense I'd like to make a toast to you and your friend. Bottoms up."
The major swallows his glass like a champ and looks and Monica.
"We have plenty more where that came from if that's what you enjoy." he adds.
Monica laughs as she drinks half her whiskey.
"Are you trying to convince me to stay here or something?"
"Do you wish to leave?" he asks
"Not right now. I mean we just got here plus I have to find out what's going on with Steph?"
"She's fine. Jones will take care of her."
"Oh that's the guy that I helped cook earlier right?"
"Yes. His name is Private Jones."
"Maybe I should check on her and Private Jones."
"You surved in the Army?"
"Yeah."
"For how long?"
"Just three years."
"What did you learn?"
"A bunch of stuff."
"Military training, do you remember it?"
"Some of it."
"Can you fight?"
"You mean do combatives?"
"That is a form of fighting. Did you learn that?"
"Not really. We kinda went over it?"
Monica gets excited.
"Does that mean you could use me?"
"That depends on you."
"I can still shoot pretty good though."
"Do you have any skill with other weapons?"
"No nothing like knives or anything. I dated a Marine but he didn't show me a lot. I know where to stab a man to kill him though."
"Where?"
"Under the armpit in the neck or the side."
"Very good Monica."
"So now you'll use me?"
"I'll think it over. You could be the most dangerous female in the mansion. Do you mind if I interview your friend, Steph?"
"Stephanie no, but I don't think she has any fighting skills."
"It wouldn't do any harm to ask would it?"
"No it wouldn't."
"Are you single?"
"Yeah. Are you going to ask me to fill out an application or sign a contract?"
"Why did you leave the military Monica?"
"Because it wasn't for me I guess."
"Are you really dedicated and willing to start again fighting for your country?"
"Well I am in England now so it would kinda be different wouldn't it?"
"You would serve the same purpose."
Monica swallows the remaining whiskey from the glass and tries to stand. The liquor rushes to her head and she falls back into the chair to keep from hitting the floor.
"Wooh. I am drunker than I thought."
"May I see your weapon? Where did you get it?"
"Lets just say it's mine now but yeah you can see it."
Monica removes the clip from her weapon and makes sure the chamber is clear before she hands it over. Major West inspects the gun.
"Not bad." he says
"Well if we're done then I'll just go."
"May I see the clip as well? Are you low on ammunition?"
"Yeah I just have this one clip. If you have any extra I'd appreciate it."
Monica hands over her only clip.
"Technically since you are a civilian you shouldn't be caring a firearm. Especially since you've had so much to drink."
"What are you talking about?"
"Why don't you relax Monica I will keep it safe for you."
"I don't need you to keep anything safe!"