Bzzt! Bzzt!
My right arm flails around as I try to reach for the source of the noise. After some fumbling, I get a grip on my phone and bring it overhead, prying my eyes open just in time to check the notification. A text from Simon... Oh, stuff. When was the last time I got to kick back with anyone?
I shoot back a text ("sounds like a plan. i'll tag along, gonna get some stuff ready") and rise out of bed, taking a moment to yawn and stretch. The duffel bag zips open, and I throw in some toiletries and a few days' worth of extra clothes. Finally, I throw on my uniform, pocket some essentials, and holster my service pistol before walking out the door.