Matt ignored the question. Reggie knew full well that he didn't eat spicy food, and he wasn't in the mood to talk anyway. The lack of work was starting to wear away at his patience, making way for irritation and a shorter temper. He knew he needed to keep it under control, but doing nothing over and over was taking a toll on him. He needed to do SOMEthing. Clean the guns. Practice boxing. Take his bike apart and put it back together.

He opened the top left drawer in his desk and looked through it. He grinned briefly. It was his "Go Kit." Everything he needed on the job. A heavy flashlight, camera kit, lockpick set, choke cable, and a new weapon. He lifted it from the drawer and slid it out of the holster. It was a Boniwi EKA Camlock baton. 26" of retractable German steel, capable of breaking doorknobs, windows and bones. He needed practice though, which reminded him; he had purchased a book on fighting with sticks not long ago. Matt dove back through the desk, locating the book and flipping through the illustrations. He would need a sturdy object as practice. Something that could take serious hits and not break. He scowled, then glanced up.

Of course. His punching bag. It was no cheap store bought brand. The bag could take a serious beating without a single scratch. Matt stood up and flicked his wrist, sliding the baton open and resting it on his shoulder in a basic combat stance: feet spread, knees bent, hands in front of the face for protection. He lunged at the back, jumped back and struck it with the baton. The impact echoed briefly through the room, nearly shaking the floorboards. He groaned inside, knowing full well that we would be in for a berating from Reggie. He spun the baton in an arc, turning his head slightly and watching the door.