6am in Sara Lance's Personal Quarters
Push dagger- check, Seal knives- check and check… Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knives- check, check, and check… Bowie, check. Bundeswehr… check. No what am I forgetting…
Sara turned and surveyed her barren room with a soldier's eye.
"One good thing about dying, I guess; you lose a lot of junk you've been hanging onto," she muttered to herself.
Now, what am I forgetting? Something on my desk? No…. Bed? No- haven't been near it since that last nightmare the other...
Laurel's voice rang through her head saying "Don't think about it Sara!"
Hmm…
Sara walked to the wall opposite her bed and opened a wall panel, revealing a full-length mirror.
"What am I forgetting…" she muttered, snapping her fingers to make herself remember. "Oh! My jacket!"
Sara got halfway to her wardrobe before stopping, her face breaking into a smug grin, and walked backwards towards the mirror until she stood in front of it once more.
"Eh, I don't really need a jacket."
Sara turned to the side to check out her other equipment.
"And even if you do…" she said to herself in the mirror, " You can always steal Len's coat."
With that thought in mind and a smile on her face, the White Canary proceeded out her door to get her morning coffee.