*Amber*
I wake up late the following day. There is no one in the apartment, so I take my time showering and then I go into Kattie's wardrobe. Kattie has a fancy for really tight clothes and often in materials that don't allow for much movement. So it takes me some time to find a pair of pants that I find comfortable to wear. On the other hand I don't mind wearing one of her very snug tops.
With my training over and done, I have no real idea of what to do. And I already feel kind of at a loss knowing that I probably won't see Tom very often from now on. I am standing in front of the mirror, trying to put on the weapon belt I have been handed. It can hold four guns and four knives. It looks really good on the boys, but I feel wrong with it. Even with weapons in it, it just looks all wrong.
