Combat's Edge (DMis/Billy) (Cont.)

[DMis]

Once at the Hotel, Beth waved to the desk clerk before leading Cheif up to her room.
"Sorry it's a mess. Wasn't expecting company just yet," she offered gesturing to the slightly messed up room. "I had a friend over recently. And just haven't cleaned up."

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief nodded. “I’ve stayed in much worse, believe me.” He surveyed the room. “It’s big enough to be more than we need.” He went to one corner of the room, clearing off a few things off a cabinet and setting his Beam Rifle there instead. He sat down heavily. “Let’s get a night’s sleep so that we can be at prime potential tomorrow morning.”

[DMis]

"You're going to sleep in your armor?" she asked watching her guest. "You can sleep. I have a few things to do before I sleep though."

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief grunted. So there were still things to do. “Yes, I always sleep in my armor. You get used to it after this many years.” He stood again, once again magnetically clipping the Beam Rifle to his back. “If there are still things for me to do, I’ll do them now. I never leave anything unfinished.”

[DMis]

"Not that I know of. If you think there is something for you to do then by all means do it," Beth replied. "My things are more of personal business."
She held up a small book.

[billybobjoe47s]

“Ah.” Chief sat down again. “Have fun. I’ll be right here.”

[DMis]

Beth nodded before sitting at a desk. The pencil in her hand went across the page rather quickly. She sighed looking down at the page. It read 'Personal training interrupted by a man- at least I think it's a guy- that goes by Chief. Possible Weeping Angels taken out- 15; Cause- Paint slash. Zombies- 15; Cause- one cloud of a Snake Strike Paint bomb. Others taken out by his gun. Will try again tomorrow. Hopefully to better results.'. She shut the book and got up.

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief watched as she wrote in the book. Obviously a log, diary, journal, something along those lines. What was remarkable was the speed with which she wrote; her hand seemed to fly across the page. No one he knew of could write that quickly; maybe it was because no one wrote these days, except for signatures on formal documents.
She finished whatever she was writing quickly and shut the book, standing up again. As she did so, Chief powered down his HUD and armor, saving power for tomorrow and keeping the fusion reactor in the small of his back from straining itself. He closed his eyes and within seconds was in a trance, much like sleep. The difference was, he was much more aware than even the lightest sleeper.

[DMis]

"Night Chief," she whispered before going to another room and changing into her pajamas. After changing she went to her bed and curled up before falling asleep.

[billybobjoe47s]

As Chief woke, he was hit with the feeling of something missing. Then it came to him… he wasn’t in a war zone, or under clandestine operations. There was no immediate threat, no objective that needed to be met… it felt wrong. So very wrong.
He needed something to do. So he began his daily regimen, with two hundred one-handed pushups.

[DMis]

"Okay," Beth muttered as she looked to Chief and his morning regiment. She one the other hand headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

[billybobjoe47s]

Chief glanced up as Beth headed out the door. She didn’t seem to be going anywhere (judging by the pajamas she still wore) so he continued his regimen. Unfortunately, there was obviously nothing that would serve as a pullup bar for a SPARTAN. So he simply began to turn down the servos in his suit until he was holding a few hundred pounds of titanium, then began another two hundred push-ups.

[DMis]

She sighed looking to Chief from a window in the kitchen. "Morning routine?" she asked getting a box of cereal down, a bowl out of a cupboard, and a jug of milk out of the fridge. "You're also kinda noisy...."

[billybobjoe47s]

As Chief finished, she called, “Morning routine?” As the noises of clanking and shuffling cereal sounded, she continued, “You’re also kinda noisy…”
With some chagrin, Chief remembered he wasn’t in his home in the barracks of the SPARTANs. There, nobody cared because everyone had aural filters. But the sound of over a thousand pounds of flesh and metal doing pushups couldn’t have been very quiet… no matter how good at them he was.
“Sorry about that,” he said, before standing up with the creaking of partially-used servos. As he turned them up to full power, he continued, “What’s the plan after you finish breakfast?”
He was already choosing a nutrition pack from within his HUD’s internal menu. He felt like…. Hm. It would have to be Orange Juice and Eggs flavor. It was the best option of frankly meager and mediocre rations; good thing he didn’t really care. Any lesser soldier, (Chief’s first thought was of the Marines) would have been complaining about how bad the rations were within seconds of tasting their very first.

[DMis]

"Not at the moment. I tend to make up the plan as I go along," Beth replied looking to Chief. "I'll probably head into town to get some stuff."