He had been dozing lightly, a holdover from his days as a soldier, and waking up in the bed was a nasty shock, his hand instinctively going for his handgun, before he recalled it was sitting in the glove box of his car back home. He cursed the impulse to leave it behind yet again, suspicious that it hadn't been entirely his own, but had no way of proving it, nor anything to gain by doing so. Unless they decided to send him on an assassination mission for the leader of an army in the middle of their army or something equally suicidal, at which point he would throw a fit.<br/><br/>He glanced at the note, eating the food without really tasting it, inhaling it would be a more accurate description, and then pulled out the items he had requested from the chest, hanging the weapons from points on his new pack that were easy to access, while slotting the rest of the items into the various pockets. That done, he took a deep breath, before heading out to meet his host and guide. He suspected he was going to get an actual assignment as well as the meeting, as the last 'briefing' really hadn't been a mission. More a generalization of a game's major plot. An overall objective, that was the phrase he was looking for. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus, before heading out.