Snippet #1764500

[[If I don't hear from either CG or Barel by tomorrow, I will move my characters on]]

I looked at Brandon as I was about to enter the bathroom. I had yet to open the pack again, so how Erica would react, I had no idea. I opened the backpack and Buizel once again popped his head out of the backpack, annoyed but okay. It looked a little happy at the sight of the hot bath. I set the backpack down, and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back...just gonna go take control of the stereo before Brandon does...hope you like Metal, Rock, Folk, and Outlaw Country." The Buizel didn't seem to notice me speaking as I left the room. I went out there and plugged in my DSi music player and set it on Auto, and Oklahoma Hills by Arlo Guthrie came on. "So far....so good." I said to Brandon...

I went back inside the bathroom. The Buizel was just relaxing. Letting the hot water soak his cuts. I kinda just stood there, leaning against the door. I don't know why I had come across this guy, or where he came from, but I felt happy making him comfortable.....and then it came back into my mind. A name. What would he name him? Brandon had called him Layne. Travis gave a chuckle. Layne just for some reason, to him at least, fit as a decent name for Buizel, even if it was taken from a vocalist. "Hey, buddy, we may not spend too much time together, but mind if I give you the name, Layne?"

Buizel looked at me and pondered the question. Then he gave a small smile and what looked like a shrug. He had the look of "What harm could it do?" I gave a small smile myself and said, "Well, Layne...you are free to stay with Brandon and I as long as you want. You may just have to....keep a low profile. We're not used to creatures like yourself......" I said again. I then went to the kitchen to get a can of tuna. I saw Brandon, and said, "Well he's got a name for now..."

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Snake now was at an airport. He was unsuccessful at getting any information from the men he was after, as his cover was blown. Escaping that building undetected was not as easy as he would have hoped, but he did manage to escape unnoticed, and buy a plane ticket with some money he had...acquired. It wasn't right perhaps with how he got the said money, but he needed answers. Why was he in London. Why did the technology here seem so much more advanced? What the hell was going on, period?

"Flight 81, bound for Miami, Florida, now boarding."

Snake grunted andpicked up what little supplies he had. All of his weapons were checked in, and on the plane.. Acquiring a permit for them wasn't so easy either, as his identification was way out of date... He also did not like the no-smoking signs everywhere. Couldn't he have a smoke in peace?

He began to board the plane. A plane that again looked advanced. "He wanted to go to D.C. but it was beyond his price range, and busy. As long as he was in the states, he could care less. He'd get to D.C. perhaps somehow. For now.....he would relax and enjoy the flight.....maybe they at least had a smoking section.