For Mike, the next few days felt like a dream come true; He had long forgotten what it felt like to feel wanted by someone else, it was a wonderful feeling. For Mike, the bond between Miester and Weapon had always seemed like a sacred thing. Considering his parents were a Miester/Weapon pair who had been with each other since the beginning, it wasn't that much of a surprise. Although he doubted he would be as lucky as they had been. As such, when Amellia asked him out for target practice, he had felt more then a little excited. Mike hadn't felt that happy in a long time. Not only that, but having a fully stocked kitchen in his room was almost too much for him to handle. No longer did he have to practice his cooking on leftovers, for he now had fresh ingredients to work with. Because of this, Mike had gotten into the habit of pinching himself to make sure he wasn't just dreaming. He was drawn out of his thoughts by his Miester's voice "[i]Ah... my back hurts from all this sitting[/i]" in his eagerness to please, he almost offered to give her a back rub to help alleviate her pain, but he stopped when he realized it might come off as creepy. Before he could persue that train of thought any further, Amellia spoke again "[i]Hey Mike? Did the assignments get posted already?[/i]"

"Huh?" He looked over to the blackboard to see a crowd of students gathered around it "I guess so" he replied

She quickly made her way to the blackboard, pushing aside any student in her way, Mike was right behind her. "[i]Surveillance, group work... group work... group tasks...[/i]" he heard her say to herself as she looked over the remaining jobs "[i]A mission in Nevada? Hunting... Evil Souls.... And... Group tasks? This one looks far better than the ones left.[/i]" she said, her disappointment clear

Mike nodded "It's the only one left that involves any fighting, which is what we came here to learn how to do after all. Some of this stuff seems like a waste of our time considering what we're being trained for" he mused. "Oh!" he suddenly realized something "if we're going all the way to Nevada, that means that we'll need to pack some food. Now what to make? Clearly we'll need a cold dish...maybe some seafood......perhaps a shrimp dish" he began to think to himself out loud