When the familiar crackle came on from overhead, Claire had paused, then continued about his business, sorting through the few possessions he had in his box and setting them into seemingly random positions on his desk, looking as listlessly bored as he'd been just prior to the announcement. But he was quiet, quite aware of what this Aguilar man was
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Oddly enough, many people here had asked him not to call them by that term of respect, showing his subordination. At the Academy and at the precinct, he'd been reprimanded many times for forgetting to call his peers and superiors "Sir." But it seemed to be different here! It was disorienting... but kind of nice for a change.
At any rate, he needed to get ready for the big mission tonight! And this time, he had to remember to bring his journal with the map he copied, and the radio, too. Oh, and the flashlight. He couldn't forget that, of all things! Meekins took a moment to catalogue everything he should bring along in his journal, so that it would help him remember for future nights.
Now he was ready. He turned to look at his roommate to wish him a good evening, but it looked like Mr. Williams was still asleep. Uh oh... did this mean that his friend was sick? The young man had been asleep all day, which worried Meekins somewhat. Hopefully, Mr. Williams would be feeling better by tomorrow. After all, Meekins did want to share some of the good-tasting food that the Police Chief had allowed him to gather from last night.
As quietly as possible, Meekins entered the hallway and shut the door behind him.
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