• 01 •
[The journal records a soft groan, the kind you get after a good night's sleep. Eight hours. He was lucky this time. Too lucky, even. His phone hadn't gone off to wake him up, so his body had. The new silk sheets were definitely treating him-- wait. He had flannel sheets, last time he checked. He was going to change them because the weather was gradually getting warmer, but...
... Shit. This isn't his room. At all. The journal picks up the sound of someone rolling off a bed and right onto the floor with a yelp, then groping around for something.]
F-Federal agent! Come out with your hands up!
[Silence. He clears the bathroom and realizes he's alone. But why would someone kidnap him and leave his gun? That's ridiculous. Some more silence, stalking sounds, and he manages to open his door without any problems.
He slowly lowers his weapon and looks down. His only company is a beeping, fuzzy thing bumping into his shoe.]
... If this is me falling asleep at my desk, I'm going to start drinking coffee and never stop.
... Shit. This isn't his room. At all. The journal picks up the sound of someone rolling off a bed and right onto the floor with a yelp, then groping around for something.]
F-Federal agent! Come out with your hands up!
[Silence. He clears the bathroom and realizes he's alone. But why would someone kidnap him and leave his gun? That's ridiculous. Some more silence, stalking sounds, and he manages to open his door without any problems.
He slowly lowers his weapon and looks down. His only company is a beeping, fuzzy thing bumping into his shoe.]
... If this is me falling asleep at my desk, I'm going to start drinking coffee and never stop.