Wisdom

Wisdom yawns widely, scratching at his lower stomach. He spent a good 24 hours working on papers for MI13..plus recently getting back from a mission with his teammates. Life proved to hate Wisdom in various ways; you either win some or lose some.

He had to talk to Casey about something quickly before he passes away for a few hours. Sluggishly he moves to Casey's room, giving a few knocks on the door. "Hey, mate, we still need to check over stupid devices that Quinn wanted us to do." he said tiredly.