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John Reese woke up feeling strange.
Something was different. He wasn't sure what. Reaching under his pillow, he took out his pistol and disengaged the safety.
Was there a threat nearby?
He scanned his surroundings, alert and ready. Nothing seemed to be out of place but that didn't mean much in his line of work.
He swept his perimeter and searched his rooms before finally concluding that there was no imminent danger. So he went about his routine although the strange feeling persisted.
It was when he saw himself in the mirror that he managed to place it.
There was a smile on his face.
John Reese was happy.
'It's going to be a good day.'