*Max slowly pushes the shopping cart up to the cash register. It's filled with a seemingly random assortment of items; from all over the home improvement store. He silently curses under his breath, he hated places like this; the huge, open designs reminding him of his Sire's huge warehouse. He'd slaved away for over a decade in that store house of stolen treasures; why couldn't they sell deck chairs and drills in a book store?

He would have much rather gone to a small hardware store, but there were precious few of those left in the world today, and none of them stayed open til the strange hours the Kindred kept. So, here he was, on video camera the whole time he hunted through the bare concrete floors of the store. Not that there would be much to see if anyone reviewed the tapes, just a moving smudge of black and pale white. The fact everything else was in perfect focus except the smudge might raise a few eyebrows though...

The cashier smiles as Max begins to pull items out of the cart; a middle aged Caucasian woman whose name tag dubbed Sally. She wasn't unattractive, having that motherly look about her; she could easily have been someone's forth or fifth choice at a bar on Friday night.

Max had to stifle a sigh as he put the drill motor and bit on the counter; she looked like a talker. And sure enough, just as he sets down the three carriage bolts down...* "Good evening sir, did you find everything alright?" Damn it Max, play nice. The last thing you need is to stick in her mind as the Bitchy Guy if anyone comes asking questions...

*Max looks over at the woman, trying for his best smile as he pulls out a few extension cords* Oh yes, I'm just glad you all are still open... *He looks back down, pulling out a few plastic tarps and a roll of duck tape. The stream of items seems to have to put the woman off from talking for the moment; the only sound the soft BEEP of the bar code scanner. Six huge metal washers, each easily the size of a cereal bowl are next; then two halogen work lights. That just leaves the fully assembled wooden deck chair inside the cart. That has a removable tag, which he hands over to the woman.

She rings everything up, hitting the total button and quoting Max the final price.* "Will there be anything else, sir?" *She asks softly. Max thinks for a moment, it seemed crazy to ask for one here. But then, they had a reproduction of a 16th century French bidet on prominent display in the Bath section... He looks into the woman's eyes as he hands over the cash for the purchase, his face suddenly very serious.* You don't happen to sell melon ballers, do you... ?