Grey let her eyes wander around the room as she took a hearty swig of her water. The parts of her hair that had come undone from her tiny ponytail sticking to her cheeks and neck, she felt her legs and lungs ache from the run, Grey frowned, it had been too long since she had been able to go on one.
Grey left the empty bottle on the table for the waitress to collect, even when doing something as simple as leaving the shop, her movements appeared precise. 

Back at her hotel room Grey was drying her hair after another cold shower, the sweaty work out gear was sprawled out in the room just like her ´work´ clothes had been the night before. Grey slowly started to apply the layers of body armor and black clothing pieces, she stopped for a moment, to her great dismay  her legs still ached as she sat down to lace up her boots. 
The last thing she did was strapping on her knife holster to her leg and the black leather contraption that held her batons to her hip.

She hit send on a sms she had started to type, letting her contractor know that she was on her way to the warehouse.