(Collab Between a Misogynistic Sandwich, Sapphire McButt(erfly) and God Savato)

After taking in the repulsive Sebastian back to the new Underground Movement base, Camille kept a subtle grin on her angelic face as she anticipated the horrors that Patel would inflict on the redhead if he were to pull off one of his stunts. Things were going... Smoothly for the passing week as nothing occurred other than henchmen renovating the new base to make it as operational as possible and Isabella plotting her next move. Camille herself felt a bit passive, after all she did have the duty of caretaker of the base during the attack which left her quite exhausted in the end. 

Now the wait was over and new objectives were fixed. Isabella gave the young warrior the duty of supervising what she and many others were anticipating the past few days. A few minutes before the grand opening of a new facet of this war, Camille was sitting all so casually on a sofa which so happened to be placed on the roof of a building about a block away from the Reformist HQ. Camille was wearing a red plaid shirt with a pair of pale blue jeans and converse shoes, her usually beret being replaced with a dark blue fedora she so happened to have stolen from one of the obese mutants under her mother's command. She was holding binoculars and was staring directly at the HQ's entrance. 

"[b]HEY VINCE! WHERE IS THE FOOD?! THE SHOW WILL START SOON![/b]" 

She shouted in random anger, her belly had began to growl simultaneously to her fit of rage. She turned her head in order to find her colleague who was supposed to be with her. 

Vince held in a groan, "You're the French person why am I the one handling food?" Despite his act he was pretty happy to be in charge of the food because he loved to cook and the past months in the city had given him the chance to learn where the authentic Italian food was and where the American shit versions were. "Hope you like Italian food because I still do." It was a little bit ridiculous that he cared so much since he hadn't been in Italy in a long time. 

"[b]Italian? Mussolini you're always welcome chez moi~[/b]" 

Camille also appeared to be quite happy, her little fit aside, as her nerves were quenched by the soothing aroma released from the basket her colleague had brought for this very special occasion. Her eyes glittered in excitement as she impatiently waited for the grand reveal.

"[b]]I hope you have some goo-.. erm... [i]Gucci[/i] spaghetti for me![/b]" she added with a pinch of an overdone italian accent on the Gucci. She even added the stereotypical gesture with her gloved hand to imitate an italian man. 

"No Spaghetti because I got pizza. Spaghetti i what the Italians stole from the Chinese. Gucci is a designer by the way, you uncultured swine. Don't worry there's also Bruschetta which I'm sure you know of as little pieces of toast with tomatoes on them, not to mention muscles which I assure you are a type of shellfish." He smiled and pulled out the containers of various Italian foods, other than the food her had mentioned there were breadsticks and tomato soup that Vince would likely use as a sauce, a small dish of olives and the pizza of course. "I don't know if you drink but I brought a nice bottle of red wine I thought would go nicely with this. Though on second thought a white wine might have been a better choice. I convinced the building owner to supply us with a table and chairs. He should be here in a moment." As if on cue a rather portly man came on to the roof breathing rather hard, he had carried up the table by himself.

 "I'm sorry for the wait Sir, I dropped it a couple times and had to go get it. I'll have the chairs in just a moment." The man was huffing to Vince's amusement. He waved the man away to go get the chairs. Taking the fold out table he set it up and when the chairs arrived he did the same. "Nothing fancy but I'd rather watch a building explode in style."

"[b]Huh? Wait... SWINE?! Pffff, says the Fascho proposing alcohol and sharp objects for cooking to a little girl. Go... Ugh... Drop dead.[/b]" She replied to her colleague as their newfound servant was doing his thing, but she didn't give a single care about style. All she needed was something to sit on and binoculars. She stuffed her hand, which would be enveloped in a black combat glove, in one of the baskets in order to extract a slice of pizza. "[b]Chorizo Pizza?[/b]" she asked curiously as she examined the piece of food, but before her partner could answer, she'd bite off half of it, consuming it whole after only three sets of chews. 

"[b]Oh ze shzow iz aboooot to starht![/b]" she'd say with her mouth full, one hand holding the small remains of the pizza she had taken another bite out of and the other holding the binoculars that enabled a specific view over a specific thing that triggered her alertness. 

 "You're not 3, just because you're stuck in a child's body doesn't mean you have to act like it. If you continue to act like this you'll miss out on a lot." Vince scowled but declined to comment on her other antics, it was likely the more annoyed he seemed the more she was encouraged to act childish. "I hope we can salvage a database, that would be fun but Patel isn't a very careful thing is he?" He felt a twinge of guilt as he remembered that Cer was likely to be there, at least her powers would allow her a chance to escape. He helped himself to a slice of pizza and sat back to wait for the fire works. 

 "[b]I dunno, he's always so absent~ You should've asked him before the mission had started![/b]" she made herself comfortable on the sofa while helping herself with some more italian delights. She'd peek from time to time through the set of binoculars to keep track on Patel. It was going to happen, any minute now that monster would be at the base's doorstep. Camille was a bit excited, not by the idea of lots of people dying, but the possibilities of salvaging fallen Metas who could potentially be future allies. She wanted a young, female meta to join the troupe, so she could at least have someone to share similar interests with. After all the team was male dominated and Isabella was way too serious to be considered as a potential gal pal. "[b]Soooo, when he's in, you take the West and I take the back? Or do we just go freestyle?[/b]" she referred to the areas they would cover once the inevitable evacuation protocol would occur. 

 "You think I want to talk to him? That guy gives me the creeps and I control people on a regular basis." He sighed and shook his head. "Yeah I'll take the west part but be careful, if you find any metas it would be best to bring them to me and let me do the talking. You know why, Isabella would proabaly agree." Vince hadn't eaten much, he wasn't feeling particularly hungry anymore. The idea of all the work he was going to do to convince these metas was putting him off.

 Camille nodded, but she didn't have the intention of letting one of her prey become tainted by his powers. This was beyond just gaining new tools, her naive and difficult needs would inevitably gain priority over pretty much anything. All they could do now is wait for the monster's entrance into the scene and commence this modern day Kristallnacht.