Jack sat at his computer, typing up a mission report. He was about half way
through and already the report was 15 pages long. It had been a hard
mission. He'd been sent to Borneo to recover a new prototype weapon.
His mind had been elsewhere. Knowing that Syd had been in trouble and not
being able to help her had been, well, torture. He'd nearly gotten himself
killed through sheer carelessness.
He took a sip of the herbal tea he'd so recently started drinking, and pulled a slight face at the bland taste. It wasn't bad, but he'd prefer coffee any day. Only the bad news that he'd received from his doctor the week before had made him cut down his caffeine intake. He'd been felling under the weather for a few weeks, but had put it down to stress. He'd found out otherwise at his annual check-up.
He took another sip of the lemon and ginger drink and finished the section of the report that he was working on, then save the large file to be printed out the next morning. He glanced at the blue digital desk clock that Syd had bought him for his birthday and was surprised to see that it was already 23:46. He shut the computer down and tidied the desk up before slowly making his way to the bathroom, where he showered and brushed his teeth. He rinsed the cup that he'd been drinking out of and left it to drain. He checked that both the front and back doors were locked, knowing all the time that if someone wanted to be in, they would, regardless of if the doors were locked.
After watching a little of the news, most of which he already knew from earlier in the day, he started to feel tired. He made his way up to his bedroom, where he set his alarm clock for 6:30 the next morning. He laid out his clothes for the next day, a dark grey suit, mid blue tie covered in tiny dark blue dots and a plain white shirt. His shoes were placed neatly under the wicker chair that stood in the corner of the large, airy room.
He took of his silk robe and slippers and got into bed, where he lay for a minute without moving, seeing which part of his body hurt the most. Over the years he'd been an agent, he'd been hurt many times. He'd developed the routine of checking his body each night when he'd been captured once for a month and hadn't been able to drop it since.
He had no unusual aches and pains that night, only the ones that he usually had at the end of a busy day. He was starting to wonder if he was getting too old to be a field agent, but didn't like to admit the fact to any one. He reached out and switched the cream lamp off with a satisfying click. Within minutes of switching the lamp off, he was asleep.
He took a sip of the herbal tea he'd so recently started drinking, and pulled a slight face at the bland taste. It wasn't bad, but he'd prefer coffee any day. Only the bad news that he'd received from his doctor the week before had made him cut down his caffeine intake. He'd been felling under the weather for a few weeks, but had put it down to stress. He'd found out otherwise at his annual check-up.
He took another sip of the lemon and ginger drink and finished the section of the report that he was working on, then save the large file to be printed out the next morning. He glanced at the blue digital desk clock that Syd had bought him for his birthday and was surprised to see that it was already 23:46. He shut the computer down and tidied the desk up before slowly making his way to the bathroom, where he showered and brushed his teeth. He rinsed the cup that he'd been drinking out of and left it to drain. He checked that both the front and back doors were locked, knowing all the time that if someone wanted to be in, they would, regardless of if the doors were locked.
After watching a little of the news, most of which he already knew from earlier in the day, he started to feel tired. He made his way up to his bedroom, where he set his alarm clock for 6:30 the next morning. He laid out his clothes for the next day, a dark grey suit, mid blue tie covered in tiny dark blue dots and a plain white shirt. His shoes were placed neatly under the wicker chair that stood in the corner of the large, airy room.
He took of his silk robe and slippers and got into bed, where he lay for a minute without moving, seeing which part of his body hurt the most. Over the years he'd been an agent, he'd been hurt many times. He'd developed the routine of checking his body each night when he'd been captured once for a month and hadn't been able to drop it since.
He had no unusual aches and pains that night, only the ones that he usually had at the end of a busy day. He was starting to wonder if he was getting too old to be a field agent, but didn't like to admit the fact to any one. He reached out and switched the cream lamp off with a satisfying click. Within minutes of switching the lamp off, he was asleep.