Defc0n
His room was Spartan, to say the least. A bed and small dresser were pressed against the wall. A closet, containing his combat gear, was directly across from the door. There was no TV, no windows, and no mirror (after all, what would the point of one of those be). There was however a small radio placed on the dresser.
Cl¥de entered and opened the top left dresser drawer. Quickly searching through he found what he was looking for. A small injection needle, filled with Cl¥de's medication, his lifeline. Removing the cap he slammed the needle straight into his leg, slowly injecting the liquid Cl¥de bought himself another day. Cl¥de removed the needle, broke it in half and threw it away, the less people who knew about this the better. Now Cl¥de opened the closet.
Immediately a light flickered on, revealing the closet's contents. Along the right side was an entire arsenal, pistols lay in their racks, ammunition pre-loaded into clips. Three MP-5s, each one different, lined the wall and Cl¥de's pride and joy, a M40 Sniper Rifle hung from the sealing. He selected a weapon, his favorite. A custom made pistol, the barrel was extended, as was the clip. It had the capability to fire three shot bursts as well as single shots. A small laser pointer at the tip allowed him to "paint" targets for other units. Turning back to his weapons Cl¥de tossed the pistol onto his bead. He then selected an MP-5. This one had a light attachment, extended barrel and added stock. It could fire AP bullets as well as shredder rounds. He selected clips of both. Cl¥de also removed his combat uniform. Jet black it consisted of a wetsuit-like garment that went under the uniform. Very strong it could easily take a bullet and leave its wearer unharmed. Then came long pants, lined with strips of Kevlar over the knees, a simple t-shirt, and a plated vest that in addition to providing a place to keep his grenades gave Cl¥de a boost in his reflexes. And of course his eyescreen, giving him vital intel. on the battlefield. And to think his ancestors fought with swords, and teeth. Cl¥de loved technology.
Placing his eyescreen over his left ear Cl¥de activated it. Smoothly it came into place over his eye, instantly new information regarding the Hunts Klan came across the screen. Flashing through it Cl¥de ignored the figures, dates and deceptions displayed; he already knew everything that he needed. Being what he was, he had good reason. His last encounter had been less than pleasant. But he didn't have time for reminiscing on the past; he was going back to New York. Packing his remaining gear Cl¥de sat on his bed and slept.