“Thank you, Callie.” Landon moved his arm gingerly, testing it without straining it too far. This wasn’t his first round of stitches, and God knew it wouldn’t be the last. And, of course, he’d probably get a wound much more serious than this. After all, the gash on his arm was caused by something that was more than a little squabble. What he was planning to propose today was a straight-out war. He knew it would be dangerous, but he also knew that it was time to stop fighting small. They had been working for months, and now it was time to take the first of many stands. “This meeting is very important. I would hate to pass out from blood loss half-way through it.” He stood with a small grin. Being in a fight like this gave you an odd sense of humor, if you let it.
“It’s no problem at all, Landon. Just try not to get into too much trouble or your stitches will come out.” She said in a warning tone as she closes up her medical bag. When it came down to the rebellion, she always knew she would fight against the robots. She may not know a thing or two about fighting but she does know how to take a stand. Unlike everyone else at the hospital who are two afraid to go up against the robots. But she always believe if nobody does, things will get much worst. She looks over at him as she raise a eyebrow. “Call me crazy...but did I just hear a joking tone from you?” She ask before shaking her head. “Judging from that grin, I’m guessing you got something big plan. In that case, That I’m going to have to bring more supplies here then.














