~Wondering Around~

Volgana smiled when girl who was leaning on his door finally noticed him. She was indeed a rare beauty in these parts and Volgana was happy that for once someone was on his door step. These past couple of weeks had been dragging on with the mountain of paper work that always seemed to grow larger day by day. "Well they do get sent over there a good bit, but normally its to treat burn wounds that they receive. " Volgana said with a slight chuckle. He looked off for a minute but only to stop his eyes from wandering to places a tad bit unappropriated for people meeting for the first time. As the man staggered away, Volgana couldn't help but laugh. "Ohh don't be too hard on my men. They are strong and some dare to challenge me on a daily baises, but I tend to be a little firm when they don't follow orders though."

Volgana's eyes widened a bit at the girls reaction to his question. He was sure that this was the girl described to him by his messenger. For a second he almost thought he was mistaken when she begain to explain herself. He couldn't help laugh at the fact that the little lie she had used would backfire on her. "Its okay, but remember how wide a captains connections are for gathering information." Sure he was laughing on the outside but on the inside he was praising luck for allowing this girl to land on his door step. Before he had been depressed because of the mountains of work that were stacked in his office but now he felt slightly relieved that this fireball interrupted his day.

He bowed slightly as she apologized but when he looked up she was walking away. He quickly grabbed his zanpakuto and tied its sash around his waist. He slipped his chefs knife into its sheath and was out the door after the young beauty. His day had brightened a little, and a good walk would help ease a bit of his tension. He walked with a quickened pace until he caught up with the girl. "Now where are you off too so quickly without even introducing yourself to a higher ranking officer." He said with a slight smile. "Kind of rude after you lied to my men don't you think." Volgana gazed down upon the girl, his emerald eyes sparking in the intense sun.

Volgana laughed slightly as he heard her stomach growl loudly. "Looks like you can use a bit of food." Volgana said cheerfully. "We shall head back to my division's barracks to pack a small lunch then we shall head to this place I fond when looking for area's to train. Excitement was building up inside of him as he started to walk back to his compound. It wasn't often that he was able to cook for others because of his new captain duties but now he would be able to shake the dust off the equipment he had brought into his compound and finally put it to use. After arriving at the third division's compound, they entered the front door and started down the long hall. Finally a piar of double doors appeared on the right. Volgana pushed them open, the smell of bleach and lemon light in the air. Stainless steel shined in the bright halogen lights, sounds of gas turning on and off meant that he wouldn't have to worry about preheating the ovens. Even the pilot lights were lit. "Welcome" Volgana said with a wide smile. "This section of the compound was designed by me, a little piece of heaven that I can always rely on."

"Volgana rushed into the cooler and started to pull things from the shelves. Onions, peppers, potatoes, a thick slab of flank steak that had been soaking in red wine. He dropped the ingredients on a starch white cutting board and turned on his grill. With a loud sizzle and a flash of fire, Volgana placed the steak on the grill and turned to the rest of his ingredients. He pulled out his chefs knife and started to slice and chop the peppers and onions into thin slices. He coated a section of his grill in oil and dropped the peppers and onions on top. Sprinkling a bit of salt and pepper over the mass of red green and white before dousing the pile with a good portion of red wine.

Turning back to the table, he started to slice the potatoes thin, leaving the skin on. He dropped these into a fryer that was next to his grill.He set the basket of sliced potatoes in the boiling grease and walked back to the cooler. He removed four long pieces of bread and sliced them open. After placing them in the over he turned over the thick slab of meat and tossed the peppers a few times. Volgana looked over at the fryer and saw his potatoes browning nicely. He pulled them out and let the oil drip from the homemade chips. Pulling the hunk of meat from the grill, Volgana laid it out on the cutting board and proceeded to slice it into thin strips. After finishing that he would throw it back on the grill and toss it with the peppers and onions. He could then sprinkle pepper, salt, and dried beet powder over the chips and place them in a brown paper bag. The bread would come out next, and would be rolled in waxed paper and placed inside aluminum foil. The steak, pepper, onion mixture would be put inside a bowl with a lid.

Volgana grabbed a small back pack from a closet on the side and pack it full with the lunch he had just prepared. A few drinks, utensils and condiments would follow before he closed the zipped on his 20 minute meal. "Alright we are ready to go." He said with a smile, wiping off his chef's knife and placing it back into his sheath.