After a moment, Roger closes his eyes briefly to try and 'see' if his guide is around. Not finding anything, he gets out of bed as silently as he can, and heads for his pack, pulling out something that him and Blake worked on before.<br/><br/>An old, battered (but still functional) Glock 17.<br/><br/>He had found the pistol on one of their previous missions, having belonged to one of the locals. Due to the threat they faced then, the pistol rusted much faster than normal. With Blake's help, he managed to clean it up and get it working again. He didn't like using it, but he knew that it was better than not being armed. Blake had said so.<br/><br/>He takes the pistol, quickly loads a clip, and puts it in his pajama pocket.<em>I've always wondered why they put those there...</em>He also grabs a few more 'sharps,' putting some in his arm socks, and wielding a short scalpel.<br/><br/>With that, he cautiously opens his door.