Mikael woke up, well, he stood up. He hadn't slept much through the night before. Since his family died, he didn't really sleep. He was walking around shortly before the sun rose, knowing today would be the day for a mission. He slid into a pair of black jeans and a cutoff, which he normally would have covered in a floor length trench coat, but since the barracks air conditioning, or at least the unit in his room, was on the fritz, Mikael left the coat hanging on a hook on the wall. The night before, he had somewhat unpacked the little clothing he had. The small dresser in the corner of the room now contained three pairs of black jeans, two pairs of slacks, three black cutoff shirts, a silver dress shirt and a dark, blood-colored dress shirt along with the necessary socks and undergarments. Mikael also had a black sports coat. While he normally chose not to wear the dressier clothes, they were the main things he wore when trying to get laid or, depending on the job, job interviews. 

Mikael waltzed out of his room and the the bathroom, brushing his teeth while he showered to save some time. After grooming, Mikael went down the stairs and to the mess hall, filling a bowl with hot cereal, raisins, and some toast on the side. Shortly after finishing his food, Mikael went and grabbed a cup of black tea, adding sugar for taste, along with two cans of Monster energy drink to keep him going through the day. He then rolled out of the complex, lit one of the cigarettes he had found buried in his pack the night before, and took in the sunrise. He was the first to arrive at the meeting and finished his tea just as Carson began to speak.
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Mikael looked at David with a grin, almost chuckling at the thought of David dressed up. He then nodded and said, [b]"Yeah, I have a set of dress clothes you could borrow, just bring your weapons and meet me in my room."[/b] He then stood up, nodded to Carson, and left the room. While he was waiting for David, Mikael put on one set of dress pants, the silver shirt, and the sports coat, sliding his .44 Anaconda into one of the inner pockets on the coat, using the bulk bear the buttons to conceal the handle. He then placed his combat knife in the special made sheath located in his boot.