The next morning, the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I awoke with a start, the events of the previous day flooding back to me with a rush of urgency. There was no time to waste; the mission awaited, and every second counted.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cool floor a jolt to my senses. As I stood and stretched, the fatigue of the previous night's training session tugged at my muscles, but I pushed it aside. Today was too important.
I moved swiftly, my steps purposeful as I crossed the room to the wardrobe. Inside, a carefully chosen array of gear awaited: my combat suit, tailored to provide both protection and flexibility; my weapons, meticulously maintained and ready for use; and a small bag with essential supplies.
