I look over the desk in front of me, for the first time actually looking at it in detail. There was a small monitor on it, presumably hooked up to the computer below the desk. Several pencils, and a whole bloody lot of paper. I glanced around the room, which was mainly the uniform concrete grey of the rest of the vault. There was a bed in one corner, a closet on the opposite wall, and on the wall between, was the desk I was seated at. To my left was the door. Next to the bed was a small drawer, which I settled my glasses on. I climbed into the bed, above the blankets. I removed the Beretta from my pants and place it inside the drawer, followed by my necklace, and ring. I lean the MP5 against the drawer, turn off the lights after making sure my door was locked, and settled into the bed.
