It had been a rough couple of weeks for Brian. It seemed like he always had to be on guard, he was always on edge, even with the door to his room firmly locked. He only left to get food, and occasionally check on how the weapon was coming. Who knows how many keys that bloody Doctor had? Plus all the Call of Duty playing probably wasn't helping much either. It was playing havoc on his mind, and on his social life. He had been texting Kayla at a fairly solid pace now that he finally got confirmation from her that he had received an actual number and wasn't adverse to going out with him, but he kept putting off the first date, for fear that while he was out trying to enjoy himself, that quack would get in, and plant some nerve toxin or weird DNA shit in his room, and that would be the end of him. He could tell Kayla was getting a little put off so he finally set a date for it. Today. It seemed so long ago when he told her, but he it was. He had woken up early, showered and shaved, decided what to wear, made himself look good, but he was still lying in bed, wondering if it was worth the risk.
The weapon helped matters. Taryn and Levi had finally gotten it to him yesterday. Apparently there were some logistical problems trying to get the necessary amount of electricity generated in a small space to be usable as a weapon. Or something like that, it all went over Brian's head. The point was it was a hockey stick capable of either smashing someone's head open, slicing some Doctor's head off, or shocking that idiotic walking malpractice case into the next world and beyond. It wouldn't do to have it out on a date though. It also wouldn't do to be taking her out via a bus into the city. Maybe he could score someone else's wheels for the day. Just as a loaner.
He got off the bed and opened the door a crack, peering outside. The coast appeared to be clear. He grabbed his stick (it was much more than a stick now but it was just easier this way) and slowly made his way to the kitchen. Surely some of the other members of the Society had to be sleeping in late. With the construction entering it's final phases, things were getting a bit quieter again, easier to sleep in, start passing breakfast and thinking about brunch. He went to the fridge and grabbed some OJ to start the day off with. No fried potatoes this morning, wouldn't do to have garlic powder on the breath. Instead, he opted for some waffles. Tasty, tasty waffles.