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Tina had finished her disposal of the dead which she'd dropped during her target practice / efficiency study and rolled out her yoga mat. She began her flexibility stretches like she'd been taught by her great granny Rose.

The old women in her family had picked up the habit during the war when many worked at Lockheed buildin bombers. Granny Rose had sworn by it and was as active anyone in the family till her 96th birthday telling Tina how stretching kept arthritis away or at least taking too firm a hold.

Then once that obsession was addressed the tall blonde rolled up the mat and picked up her shower kit that included her pistol an three clips as well as six inch diver's knife strapped around her left bicep an answer to her own personal paranoid thoughts to ensure her safety.

Then before she climbed into a shower Tina set her early warning device under her shower floor towel. It was a partially inflated hot water bottle that held a cheap party horn in it's hose head which she hung in the stall with her. In tests stepping on the bottle forced air through the little plastic party favor causing a weak but audible squeak. 

Sure it was odd how many precautions she put herself through but Tina believed now more than ever that the Devil was in the details and she'd not fall victim to him.