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Date: March 8, 2003(?)
Status: Private (War) - Complete
Setting: War's room
Summary: War is decorating her room

War stepped back from the bed and grinned to herself. Her room was now painted red, with a red carpet, red satin sheets, and with green camo netting as drapes over the window and bed. Just how she liked it.

Earlier that day, she’d taken the tank back down to the military base. The soldiers hadn’t seemed that surprised to see her, and also oddly unconcerned about the disappearance and reappearance of their tank. What General Waugh wanted, General Waugh got. War’s grin widened. That was the way it had always worked, after all.

The tank hadn’t been there for long, though. She had emptied out the hangar where she’d stored her collection, and filled the tank with them – the ones that would fit, anyway. The ones that wouldn’t, she’d persuaded an obliging young soldier to load in a truck. Her motorbike definitely wouldn’t fit, but she wasn’t trusting that to a soldier in a truck. That had been strapped to the gun turret of the tank, and they travelled back to the Manor in style.

Once at the bottom of the lawns she unloaded the truck. The soldier was dismissed, and returned to the base convinced that he had been chosen for a top secret mission and was now in line for promotion.

War had moved everything into her room, and stored all the weapons she could in the cupboards, wardrobe, and under the bed. Some of the bigger toys wouldn’t fit, but Loki had mentioned rooms in the basement, so she left them in a pile by the foot of the bed until she found somewhere else safe for them. These were her personal collection, spanning wars and centuries, and she didn’t like people meddling with them. She stroked them, and the steel sang under her fingertips. She shivered, and somewhere on the other side of the world, a volley of machine gun fire ripped through a militia camp.

The machine guns in question had been supplied by her. Indirectly, of course, but that was how she made her money. She had an interest in just about every weapons manufacturing company in the world. Work and play, hand in hand, just like always.

The motorbike was still outside, still strapped to the gun turret.