Guns, Fun, and Steamed Buns ch1: Busted
Allie slowly opened her eyes as she smelled something from the small kitchenette from her place on the couch. She didn't
recognize her suroundings and tried to remember what had happened.
::Okay a man was fighting, I jumped out of the window and then what?::
A man with grey eyes and long black hair walked into the room carrying a tray of what Allie assumed to be food. It had two
brownish circles on it and yellow lumps on the side. It also had long wavy red brown strips next to the yellow things.
"Hungry? I made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. A post-pulse dream!" He said smiling.
"Who are you?" She asked as he put the tray down on the coffie table in front of her.
"The name's Vince. Vincent Valentine. And you are?" He asked extending his hand out to shake it. Allie, unknowing of the
gesture, blinked at it questionally and answered,
"Allie. Nice to meet you Vincent Valentine. Why did you help me?"
"What kind of person would leave a nine year old in the streets of Seattle bleeding to death? And call me Vince." The young girl
sulked.
"I'm eleven! I'm just small for my age..."
"Oh, sorry. Why don't you eat first and then we'll talk."
"...What are those two brown and yellow things?"
"Pancakes. And these are eggs and bacon," He said pointing them out, "Bacon and pancakes I understand, but eggs? Have you been
living under a rock girl?"
"...No. It would be impossible to live under a rock, unless one were an insect," she replied as she took a bite out ofthe pancakes,
"these are good."
"Kid you are a strange one."
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A few hours later, Allie was sitting on the couch with scattered pieces of metal around her. she was building a small, mini camera
car that she'd been secretly working on since she was at Manticore, and would have been finished months ago but another X7, Mace
had accedently stepped on it. It was almost complete and she needed one more spring for the mini remote when Vince walked in.
"Tell me that's not the remote."
"It's not the remote," he glared. "Seriously it's not."
"It better not be kid. Hey by the way, don't you have any parents?"
"No. Parents are liabilities. The only things that matter are the mission, one's unit, and the objective," Allie responded before
wincing at what she said.
(Busted.Damn Psy-Ops!) The X7 thought.
Allie slowly opened her eyes as she smelled something from the small kitchenette from her place on the couch. She didn't
recognize her suroundings and tried to remember what had happened.
::Okay a man was fighting, I jumped out of the window and then what?::
A man with grey eyes and long black hair walked into the room carrying a tray of what Allie assumed to be food. It had two
brownish circles on it and yellow lumps on the side. It also had long wavy red brown strips next to the yellow things.
"Hungry? I made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. A post-pulse dream!" He said smiling.
"Who are you?" She asked as he put the tray down on the coffie table in front of her.
"The name's Vince. Vincent Valentine. And you are?" He asked extending his hand out to shake it. Allie, unknowing of the
gesture, blinked at it questionally and answered,
"Allie. Nice to meet you Vincent Valentine. Why did you help me?"
"What kind of person would leave a nine year old in the streets of Seattle bleeding to death? And call me Vince." The young girl
sulked.
"I'm eleven! I'm just small for my age..."
"Oh, sorry. Why don't you eat first and then we'll talk."
"...What are those two brown and yellow things?"
"Pancakes. And these are eggs and bacon," He said pointing them out, "Bacon and pancakes I understand, but eggs? Have you been
living under a rock girl?"
"...No. It would be impossible to live under a rock, unless one were an insect," she replied as she took a bite out ofthe pancakes,
"these are good."
"Kid you are a strange one."
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A few hours later, Allie was sitting on the couch with scattered pieces of metal around her. she was building a small, mini camera
car that she'd been secretly working on since she was at Manticore, and would have been finished months ago but another X7, Mace
had accedently stepped on it. It was almost complete and she needed one more spring for the mini remote when Vince walked in.
"Tell me that's not the remote."
"It's not the remote," he glared. "Seriously it's not."
"It better not be kid. Hey by the way, don't you have any parents?"
"No. Parents are liabilities. The only things that matter are the mission, one's unit, and the objective," Allie responded before
wincing at what she said.
(Busted.Damn Psy-Ops!) The X7 thought.