[b]Washington DC[/b]
[b]Morning[/b]
[b]20 October 2077[/b]
A thumping sound awakened Max this morning, and when he lifted his head from the pillow yawning in the process he realised that it was someone knocking on the door. 

"One minute" Max shouted groggily.

He swiftly jumped out of his king sized bed and quickly shot on a dressing gown that was slung over a chair in the far side of the bedroom, and walked towards the door.
Max was staying in one of the most prestigious hotels in D.C, which was thanks to his standing as a person, the President himself made sure that this suite was provided for him upon his arrival into the nations capital, it was in a prime location as the White house was very close and the capitol building wasn't far away either.
The suite itself looked as though it was made with great care and incredibly precision, the decor was a traditional Victorian style and the furniture was made from solid Mahogany with gold leaf carved into tables and other furniture and it had been sown into the rugs and the curtains, it truly was a room fit for a king. But none of this made Max's mood any better than the sour one he had.
Just yesterday Congress turned down, by a majority vote, to start peace talks with China.

Max reached the large, snow white, double doors that lead to the hallway and opened them to find his '2nd in command' Mia, there, she was a rather straight up sort of woman, the sort who'd tell you what she thought of you straight to your face with out any regard of the consequences.
Max sort of liked this about her as sometimes she could be rather humorous.

"Good morning sir, it's time to get breakfast before we depart for Portland."

"Yes. It is." Max gave a stifling yawn before finishing his sentence.
"Go down and order me something hearty, I'll be there shortly"

"Of course sir" with that she turned away of to the lifts.

Max closed the door lightly and made sure he heard the click which signified it being locked and turned away towards the master bedroom to get dressed for the day ahead of him.
Max flicked the television on to see what was happening in the world as he was getting dressed into his standard clothes.
The world appeared to be going to the dogs from what he seen in a short 5 minutes, plague, famine, war, threats of nuclear intervention, public shootings. He quickly got sick of it and turned it off before he threw up, Max's face turned into a sneer and shook his head as he put his boots on and said aloud
"I've picked a right good time to become someone to rely on; fixing this mess is going to take a bloody miracle."
He checked and patted himself down to ensure he had everything he needed before he picked up his Black Cromby and rested it over his forearm and walked towards the doors, but first he stopped and corrected his posture. Max was obsessed with correct posture, he felt it defined the man, he's stood as if there was a string pulling his spine straight and had his shoulders low and chest out, the real difficulty with this was not to look as if you were a peacock, something Max has mastered many years ago.

Max opened the door and shut them before swiftly walking down the immaculate hallway towards the lifts, the master suite was on the top floor so the lift journey took about 2 minutes, he spent this time humming to himself in order to try and cheer himself up, but it was futile. Unless he heard congress ask for another talk over this matter Max was doomed to a very difficult time in America.

Max entered the dining hall to hear the sound of clinking cutlery and soft talking mixed with the smell of breakfast wafting through the air. 
He knew fine well where Mia would be sitting, which was just on his right away from the main seating area. Max preferred some privacy whilst he ate so that's why they sat in the corner. 
He sat down at the table to, disappointingly, find that his 'hearty' breakfast consisted of boiled Quails eggs with some toast. he raised his eyebrow towards Mia and she could only give a stifled snigger with the words "We have to keep your physique in check you know" 
Max sighed long and deep and pushed his plate away, began sipping his tea and reading today's paper.

I was an hour before it was time to leave the hotel and set off to the airport. Max and Mia were both stood in the foyer ensuring that everything was all packed away in the cars provided and that nothing was left behind.
"Right that's everything sorted, time to set off"

Max put on his cromby and buttoned it up before stepping outside onto the street, all at once a wall of cold, crisp, autumn air hit Max and the sounds of a city waking up resonated through out the air.
The weather itself was very good, the sky was a Azure blue and perfectly clear, not a cloud in sight.

Both Max and Mia got in the back of the car; which was a black Corvega and began relaxing as the driver began whisking them off towards the airport.

"Right, you know what we're doing and where we are going?" Mia said whilst looking at Max.

"Yes yes, stop doubting me, we are off to Portland and we are going to a conference in order to increase international awareness of Vault-tec.

Mia smiled slightly "Good, it appears you do listen to me every now and then" 

Max started observing the city and the numerous people going about their everyday business outside the car, it's almost hard to think that a war is taking place looking at these people, but Max had to admit...
'Ignorance is bliss'.