Re: Roger Jacklin and Akira Hitoshi's room
Roger, after going an alternate direction Chris did, arrived in the room him and that Akira were supposed to share. He looked around, and noticed how Akira's things were gone. "Huh, guess I really freaked him out." he thought, and then chuckled a little, "Oh well, can't be helped now." he concluded, and went into the bathroom, quickly changing out of his baggy, hot clothing, and got into the silk shirt and baggy shorts. They were about the size of what Roger normally wears, so he felt comfortable in the outfit. That is, before he put all the combat webbing on, then he felt slightly restricted in his upper body's movements.
"Eh, so what? At least all my shit will be right on hand when I need it." he reminded himself, before looking into the mirror, and sighing at how he looked. He took off his cap, and decided to toss it on the nearby bed, considering taking up residence in the room once again. "I look fuckin' ridiculous." he said to himself, "But, it works, and that's all I need, I guess..."
With that, he put the Beretta 92F in the holster on his right, making sure the safety was on, and then he put the Tesla in the left holster, making sure to clip them both into the holster, so that should he run, or end up upside down somehow, they won't get loose. He attached the knife to the webbing around his right thigh, and put the thermos container in the pack on his back.
Looking back into the mirror, he said, "Now, I need water, and some ammo... Maybe I can get Leena to lend me some kind of edible canned food, or beef jerky or something to take as well. I don't know how long I'll be staying over in Africa, after all..."
With that, Roger walked out of the room, and shut the door...