The mission was long. Successful, but long enough to make Jason incredibly tired. He needs to shower, get his new wounds patched up and sleep for at least a week.

So when he opens the door to the motel room you've two gotten and sees only one bed, all the curses he has learned come spilling out of his mouth.

"I can't believe this bullshit." He says after a couple of impossible to understand swear words.

Jason lets his duffel bag fall to the floor as he indignantly gestures towards the single bed in the room. He had booked a double.

"Just my fucking luck, goddammit."