Ryan woke up feeling like he'd been hit by a truck.
His whole body ached, the kind of deep muscle soreness that came from physical exertion he couldn't remember, his head throbbed dully, and when he tried to move, every joint protested with sharp little sparks of pain.
He lay there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling of his small apartment, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.
They'd gone on another operation, he knew that much, Matt had briefed him beforehand and they'd finally burst one of Jasper's warehouses, though the details were fuzzy now.
That was normal, it was always like this after operations, waking up with gaps in his memory, with his body telling him he'd done things he couldn't consciously recall, Matt always assured him everything had gone according to plan, that the operations were successful, and Ryan had learned to trust that.
But something felt different this time.
