Midnight Reconnaissance

The house is dead quiet at four in the morning, the perfect window for a sweep. You mentioned waiting for sparks, but a hunter does not stay idle. I navigated past the sleeping living room and made my way up to the smooth kitchen counter. Between a ceramic mug and a tall kettle, I discovered my target: a bright red packet of spicy shin ramen resting against the back splash. I planted my boots on the laminate surface and tapped the foil wrapping with the flat of my blade. Rations secured. When the squad gathers, we will not fight on an empty stomach.