“Nobody told me I had to get up at 4am,” I grumble to myself. Cold water
drips from my hair, down my face, off my nose, making me shiver. Marvin just
stands on the other side of the bars; an empty bucket under his arm now that it’s
water has been dumped.
“Quit whining and just get dressed, we’re going to be late,” he growls,
looking distractedly down the hall.
At the foot of the bed lies a pile of clothes. A uniform containing a black
long-sleeve shirt with a blood red R on the chest, a pair of black pants, a pair of
white boots, white gloves, and a black cap. The pants aren’t dressy, and the boots
and gloves are dirty, but as I put everything on, it all seems to fit well enough.
“What, am I standard size?” I ask sarcastically.
“Well, we got the sizes off the extra clothes you so fortunately had on you
when you were recruited.”
Wonderful. “Speaking of, will I ever get those back?”
“Yeah, probably not. Sorry dude, them’s the rules.”
“So, where to boss?” I yawn out.
“Off to the midterm. Don’t forget your mask, dipshit.”
“Hm?” I look back into the room, and see a small fold of black cloth lying
on the floor, nearly invisible in the shadow of the bed. I pick it up and examine it.
It looks similar to an old-time bank robber’s mask, something like the Hamburglar