Daniel’s eyes slid open seamlessly at 4:15 a.m., his biological clock more effective than any alarm. He sat up, stretched his aching muscles, and checked his watch on the bedside table just to make sure he was correct in his wake-up time. Satisfied that the markets were just opening now, Daniel got up, his feet cold on the floor, and padded quietly to the living room to switch on his laptop.
While it booted up he headed to the bathroom and stuck his toothbrush in his mouth, brushing occasionally while he made breakfast. He left the pan sizzling with eggs and bacon while he went back to the bathroom, rinsed, and got dressed. He came back just in time to save breakfast from getting too crispy and turned off the burner, sliding the food onto a plate.
The laptop was done by then and Daniel took his food over to the table to begin his very short workday of day-trading in international markets. The ache was quite distracting, though, and after a moment Daniel stood up and stretched broadly, his body groaning with old pain as he encouraged blood flow.
The gash on his leg had “healed” at once the night before. The jeans had been ruined, of course, as blood escaped before his natural healing ability could kick in. He always referred to it as “healing” in his mind because it wasn’t really magically all better once the wound was closed. The pain and damage just spread out over a longer period of time and to more than one location in his body. Daniel figured the aches and pains should be gone by the time Nelly woke up, and he’d be ready for more tonight.
Done stretching, he sat back down and remained quiet, the only sounds the fork against his plate and the occasional click of his mouse and quiet rattle of fingers against the keyboard. The sun slowly rose through the blinds and slowly painted gold the small apartment he shared with his best friend.
While it booted up he headed to the bathroom and stuck his toothbrush in his mouth, brushing occasionally while he made breakfast. He left the pan sizzling with eggs and bacon while he went back to the bathroom, rinsed, and got dressed. He came back just in time to save breakfast from getting too crispy and turned off the burner, sliding the food onto a plate.
The laptop was done by then and Daniel took his food over to the table to begin his very short workday of day-trading in international markets. The ache was quite distracting, though, and after a moment Daniel stood up and stretched broadly, his body groaning with old pain as he encouraged blood flow.
The gash on his leg had “healed” at once the night before. The jeans had been ruined, of course, as blood escaped before his natural healing ability could kick in. He always referred to it as “healing” in his mind because it wasn’t really magically all better once the wound was closed. The pain and damage just spread out over a longer period of time and to more than one location in his body. Daniel figured the aches and pains should be gone by the time Nelly woke up, and he’d be ready for more tonight.
Done stretching, he sat back down and remained quiet, the only sounds the fork against his plate and the occasional click of his mouse and quiet rattle of fingers against the keyboard. The sun slowly rose through the blinds and slowly painted gold the small apartment he shared with his best friend.
Depends on if you wanted to add anything for them to do, or if you want to skip to the night of the mission.))
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