First things first

Vegas walked around his new apartment with an appraising eye. The walls where freshly painted, the carpet was new as well. The kitchen had all the basics and... Vegas had to suppress the urge to give out a high pitched girlie squeal at the sight of the dish washer, it was the bathroom that really exited him though. Indoor pluming was a luxury that had been sorely lacking during his two year stay at Grannies Camp Hell.

After doing a complete once over of his new home he began unpacking his few possessions. As he was unpacking his clothes, he decided that it was in his budget to pick up some new clothes tomorrow. Having holes worn into all your clothes is fine when the closest bastion of civilization is a little podunk town of over an hour away, but now that he was back in a city he no longer had an excuse. Plus he would be meeting his new boss soon and first impressions where important.

Next he went on to go over Gramms research paper one more time to make sure all the data was properly organized. Snickering for the millionth time at the ridiculously long title. Seriously Gramms?

Satisfied that everything was is order he went to put it back in his book bag when he noticed the gun sitting at the bottom. Dam it Gramms. I told you I didn't want the bloody thing. He could already hear her going on about how dangerous the world was. Then going into some parable about the mage that not even a full day into his Awakened life was eviscerated by zombies. Sighing, he took the gun out of his bag and set it on the back shelf of his closet.

Only one thing left to do. Pulling out a card from his back pocket he read Dr. Tyria Primoria phone number and began dialing it on his cell.