Maxwell couldn't help but smile as he looked out the plane window, even after all these years he still found the machines to be a thing of wonder. The fact that the multi-ton metal contraption was able to not only fly, but stay in the air was nothing short of magic to the Tzimisce Ancilla. Sure he could research or have an expert explain the science behind it, but that would ruin much of the awe it filled him with. The only downside was, as he was Kindred he could not see the landscape below unless it was lit up. Another reason to learn the Disciple of Auspex perhaps, though Maxwell did not know if he would get another opportunity to fly if all went as planed.<br/><br/>He must have been lost in though as his ghoul Rudolph who was sitting next to him, had to nudge his master to let him know it was time to depart.  Maxwell turned to the man giving a nod as he arose. Though it may not have been necessary, Maxwell had used his crafts in Vicissitude to give himself a skin tone that was more filled with the blush of lie as apposed to his normal deathly pale complexion. He had also shaped his eyes to be less bestial. While he did prefer his natural unnatural visaed it was importance not give rattle up the kine. After all frightening the sheep when not necessary was just in poor taste, and a pain to have to deal with.<br/><br/>The first order of business would be to retrieve the piece of cargo containing his war ghoul Zaber. The dog had originally been a chiwawa, a dog breed that was the product of Victorian selective breeding that Maxwell found disgusting. To have a predator with a fierce demeanor yet such a pathetic body so he thought he should give the dog a body that matched his spirit. And what  body it was, lean yet muscular and the size of a wolf with chitin plate of bone placed over muscle where it would not interfere with movement and an armored V shaped crest on it's head.  The overall design for Zaber's appearance came from an advertisement Maxwell had seen for a game called Metal Gear Rising which show cased an artificial machine wolf to which he took a liking to it's frame was completely complementary between power and slender elegance. If there was one good thing Maxwell could say about humans it was their sense of imagination seemed endless. Then again where they not all originally human? And once seeing the fact of how the world truly was who could say what works of fiction did not have some groundings in macabre reality?