The following morning, Don woke up to the sound of his alarm, his body stiff from an awkward sleeping position.
He rubbed his eyes and let out a long yawn, his mind still a little groggy. "Guess I overslept," he muttered to himself, stretching before getting to his feet. With a sigh, he started his usual morning routine, including his daily run.
By the time he returned home, it was just after 6:30, but the house was still quiet. No one seemed to be awake yet. 'They must've stayed up late watching movies,' Don thought as he recalled the faint sounds of the TV even after he had finished reading all the intel from Gary last night.
Shrugging, he quickly made himself breakfast, eating alone at the kitchen counter before heading back up to his room.
Once inside, Don grabbed his phone and immediately started typing out a message to Gary. "I had time to think the information over, and I think I have a plan."
