<div dir="auto"><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 2</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2445.12.02</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(USS Exeter – Gym, weight room – SPC Armory Chief PO2 Sytuk–2120)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Sytuk entered the gym wearing weighted athletic attire. He would have preferred to exercise in his quarters but he was permitted to have the augmented density modifiers on his weights. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">  He noticed one of the benches was occupied by no other than the captain himself. Sytuk knew Trip through Ash, but he didnt know him on a personal level. Sure Ash had shared a few things here and there about the man behind the pips but it was not Sytuk's place to have an opinion on anything. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">He knew simply that Captain Williams was a good officer and an even better husband according to Ash. So in those regards Sytuk respected him. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Sytuk grabbed the par steel bar from the rack and loaded six 45 pound weights on each side. With the weight of the bar the total weight was 590 pounds. He laid down on the bench. His hands gripped the bar and he began his reps. Usually he warmed up at a lesser weight but from time to time he would jump right into it.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">He closed his eyes and counted the reps in his head. At first Sytuk could overhear the conversations of those around him, but he soon tuned them out. Trying to focus his mind on his reps. He couldn't get Commander Bracken's mind out of  his own. The emotional burdens she carried were unbelievable and rivalled even his own. She was so confident yet unsure. Strong yet broken. He reached 10 reps and kept going.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">( reply any )</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:arial;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">( posted by Rob- SPC Sytuk)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="font-size:12.8px;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><br></p></div>