Chez pulled off the white suit on as soon as he closed the door to the house, he slipped back into the jumpsuit and felt more human, the suit felt dead clinical to him, he checked the bag just to check if he hadn't been giving anything more than the pistol. He grunted when he found nothing but the file, no use to him now, he knew it all from when he was in the cell,but he couldn't just fling it away.
He found the kitchen and opened the fridge. All that was left was a few yoghurt's, he checked and they were still in date, he scoffed the three of them and felt a bit more satisfied. There was a "wish list" on the side of the fridge, he laughed and writ on it, "a better fucking gun" and went to find a bed so he could rest up tonight, he left the bag and the suit at the backdoor, he didn't need either of them now. He took the file with him, he could read it till he fell asleep at least, he might work something else out about this mess...
He found the kitchen and opened the fridge. All that was left was a few yoghurt's, he checked and they were still in date, he scoffed the three of them and felt a bit more satisfied. There was a "wish list" on the side of the fridge, he laughed and writ on it, "a better fucking gun" and went to find a bed so he could rest up tonight, he left the bag and the suit at the backdoor, he didn't need either of them now. He took the file with him, he could read it till he fell asleep at least, he might work something else out about this mess...