Johnny Arkington

The latest thunder strike is enough to awaken Johnny. Several bullets fall of the table, clinking against the floor, otherwise the table seems to have been spared from the rattling. He gathers his gear, everything finding it's location in the suitcase, or the mysterious confines of his coat. The rifle itself is covered with papers and a false cover, making sure that it'll pass quick inspection. Anyone looking closer will still notice the false cover.