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It was well past early by the time Chris was awake, and he stared at the neon red colors of his bedside clock for a few moments before he sat up with a groan. Seeing as he was already well past late and into absent, he was in no particular rush as he plodded around his room. A quickly fired off message to some of the other Cleaners that had been around last night would hopefully get him a response by the time he was ready to leave the cafe as to where he was supposed to go. Cracking open the mini-fridge, he fished out a carton of milk and tossed a frozen meal into the microwave that sat on the fridge to cook. In the meantime, he wandered out of the room to pick up whatever was left in the daily basket of baked goods.

Returning to the microwave beeping, he popped what was left of the biscuit down the hatch before gingerly grabbing the steaming carton and taking a seat by his desk. Glancing at his phone, he hummed at the reply he’d received and quickly sent one back saying he’d be there in about 20 minutes? Maybe less depending on traffic. With that said he walked over to the gray locker next to his room’s door and tapped in an access code to the control panel on the side. “Base layers only,” he said as he lifted his arms and let the automated arms go about fitting the pieces in place. It took a few moments before he was able to step away and activate the locker’s hover function so he could bring it upstairs. 

It took a few more minutes before he’d finished up with everything and attached the locker to his bike. Slipping his helmet in place, there was a series of hiss and clicks as it locked in with the rest of the suit. Revving to life, he accelerated into the turn out of the cafe’s lot and towards the Wirefort manor. Hopefully the others hadn’t gotten into a firefight or something suitably undiplomatic by the time he arrived.