Steam

Inventory Check

I unlock the hotel room door with my room key. I just paid for a one night stay. I need to sleep. I was trained to live 48 hour days but I haven't slept in three. I've mainly been traveling on foot through the desert from Nevada. But I should do an inventory check so I can make a battle plan for the rest of my life. 

I slide off my leather jacket and rolled up my green checkered sleeves. I place my bag onto my bed and start to unstrap my knife set from my thigh. I'm basically stacked like a walking one-woman army. Well, I am suppose to be anyways. I sit down next to my bag and unlace my mud-caked boots. I unstrapped my ankle gun and unhooked my chest holster. I pull out a flask from my bag and take a large swig of my vodka. 

That sure hits the spot.

I feel the liquor warm my stomach and my body. I smirk and finish unpacking my bag. I count out my magazines, bullets, survival tin, throwing knives, and whatever I could scrape up before my escape. I managed to grab a notepad. I looked at the nightstand and grabbed the pen. I placed the pen through the rings of the notepad. I looked into my medical kit and made sure I had enough string, dental floss, bandages, and needles. I sighed deeply and fall back on the bed. I rub the sides of my head and get ready for bed. I grab my wallet that was beside my notepad and pen and looked at my finances. I see my l.D. in the card holder. All that was listed is my special ops tag, code number, my initiation date, blood type, and to not tamper with my body.

I sit up from the bed and walk into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and hang out my clothes to air out. I look at the clock. It reads 11:00 pm. I text Jessica telling her that it's Seven from the Starbucks earlier that day. I placed my phone on the nightstand and crawl under the covers. I fall into a deep sleep instantly.