9
THE MEETING
Overwhelmed, I must have slept four hours the entire night. The rest of the night I laid staring at the ceiling, excited about the following day’s events. My adrenaline was already rising. I couldn’t wait to get started. The beginning of simulations always got my blood pumping, this was no different. All I could dream about was racing into a building after my target. The anticipation had turned into something far more, a drug I had to keep pumping into my veins to function.
The darkness of the room gradually changed, and light came through the pale curtains of the window, spreading across the wooden floor of my bedroom until it touched my bed and made me blink away from its bright and warm embrace.
I rose, showered, and came to stand in front of the mirror clearing the gl
