[quote]"Rise and shine agent."[/quote] 
Mike woke from the odd twilight of a dream with a jolt, panting, his knife in hand.
 "hah....hah.....huh?" a quick glance around his room showed his axe still jammed against the door, his gear in the corner. nothing out of the ordinary. as the voice continued hike groaned and let his head fall back against the wall. the past several days had tested his humanity. several people had faked injuries and accidents, only to jump him and try to relive him of his equipment, it hadn't worked as well as the hoped. taking a sip from the bottle of water next to him, he rose, stretching the sleep from his limbs and urging his body to wake, against its whims. 

mumbling to himself and cleaning as best he could with soap and a washcloth, he put on the clothes he left to dry overnight. layering against the cold outside before packing his gear, sliding the axe headfirst into the bag, and securing his pistol into its holster on his side. with his destination mapped out for him he opened the door and calmly made his way down the carpeted hall with confident, muted strides. he tried to make the slightly warm walk last, but inevitably he opened the heavy wood door, the frost along the door jamb giving little justice to the freezing gust of wind he was greeted by. 

the brief shock stopped mike for a second before he threw the scarf over his face and bent into the winds, trudging his way warily towards the shape of saint Michael's church the amber line demanding his compliance. watching other less prepared individuals slip, and fall into the snow drifts, made mike feel grateful that he bought new boots before the blackout, since then he had taken painstaking efforts to grind polish and water-proofing agents into the leather. with sure footing he made good time despite the elements. 

he found the church abnormally full, deciding to stand to the side of the back door, easily blending in with the uncomfortable last minuet repenters. the sermon lasted longer than mike would have liked due to the amount of people, but it wasn't outside, so he gave thanks with the rest of them. in the end he quietly picked up his bag and made his way to the altar. he wasn't given to much time to even begin to talk to the individuals before Alan cut in again. during the handlers short speech, he took the time to look at the people around him, overall the group was unassuming, as a group they'd look like any other group that had formed from necessity. he shrugged awkwardly to the group as they all listened to their first joint operation.