Connor Safehouse, Saturday
"I hate this place," John muttered, scrambling out of bed and grabbing the neatly folded clothes on the dresser that most certainly were not there last night, dressing in layers. He'd been losing clothes, and the last straw was when had to go commando under his BDUs at the office on Wednesday and ... yeah. Good thing he worked from home most days of the week. Kilts and robes did not fall under appropriate business casual.
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