Laying there for several minutes,   Coyote would finally rise up off the cot.   Hair a mess, strands of it falling in her face.   She head over to the coffee maker in the shop.  She pick up her cup and dump out the old coffee in it.  Then grab the pot of two day old cold coffee and pour some in the just emptied coffee cup.<br/><br/>Letting out a loud yawn and stretching at the same time.   A glance give over to one of the vehicles sitting.    Coyote sipping on that cold stale two day old coffee would head over to her van.   Spending the good part of the morning,  going over the van and making sure everything is working order.   In the afternoon  she go over her other vehicle.  Making sure it is all good and no surprises or troubles.<br/><br/>After going over the vehicles,  Coyote would hop into the shower around five in the evening.   Afterwards she would fix herself something to eat.   Nothing fancy just a frozen dinner in the microwave.<br/><br/>It is about eight in the evening.   When finally she could not hold off any longer.   Her craving for the drug long haul takes over.  Coyote would take her fix and of course as a result, she be up for the next 4 days.<br/><br/><sup>Roll Result: Coyote rolled: 2d6<br/>Comment: Resist addiction body+will minus 4 dice<br/>Result: 1, 2, <br/></sup><br/>The rush of adrenalin of the drug  courses through  her, stimulating her brain.<br/><br/>Wired, ready  Coyote would take out her car and head to the meeting place.   Arriving a few minutes before the schedule time of midnight.    She park the car and walk down to the address.  Dressed in jeans and a  long coat.  Which is open, revealing the tight  tank top shirt she wore.    Her platforms  clicking against the pavement as she walked up to the warehouse.   A sudden thought flashed if any of the others had needed a ride.   No one had called her.   She assumed they all make it on their own.   Pushing such a thought from her mind as she reaches the double doors.   Coyote would push open the doors and head on in for the  meeting.