Son of a Witch

Showering didn't take long; even so his trainee was already curled up in the bed when the Asset emerged. No matter; they had no further training this evening and the sleep would do him good as preparation for the morning. Surprising that he didn't finish the meal, but he ate enough that the Asset decided not to wake him to finish. He ate the rest himself; his metabolism could always use the extra calories. Then he turned out the lights and positioned himself on the floor with the sleeping bag, by far not the worst accommodation he'd had.

Sleep came and went; the Asset had learned not to dwell on anything in his dreams. Morning came after; the Asset rose and moved to wake his trainee with a hand to the shoulder.

"Wake up." A beat. "We will run this morning."