Appartment of Jennifer Maxwell

From:  Supply

   Jenni dropped her duffle bags on her bed.  She hung her uniforms in the closet and placed the rest of her clothing in the chest of drawers.  She placed her duty belt and her filled ankle holster in the Arms Cabinet in the corner opposite the closet.  Jen left the large flat screen monitor in the wall off for now.  There would be plenty of time of time for watching movies later.

   Lt. Maxwell took the sleeping bag from her military equipment duffle and placed it on her bed.  She left the rest of her field gear in the bag, placing it on the floor in the closet.  She unrolled the sleeping bag on her bed.  Jen made a mental note to pick up bedding from supply sometime tomorrow.  Jen removed her boots and peeled off her boot socks.  She placed one of the socks over the camera in the monitor.  She also made a mental note to pick up some pajamas before tomorrow night.  She removed everything but her briefs and crawled into her sleeping bag.

   "Marco, I need a five AM shiptime wake up call."

Affirmative Jennifer. Sleep well.

M4RC0 P010 lets the alarm go off at 05.30, orders of the captain. The entire crew is to report to the gym at 06.00.

New Day

   Jen woke when Marco gave the wake up call.  She was a little miffed at being awakened late.  "Marco, as I understand it, the Captain wants me to get up at five thirty and I want to get up at five.  If you wake me when I want at five, I will already be awake at five thirty for whatever the Captain needs."

   She dressed in gray gym shorts, a black tee shirt, and black cross trainers.  She pulled her hair back into a pony tail to keep it out of her eyes as she worked out.  She drank a glass of water to stay hydrated, then headed out to the gym.


To:  Gym

From:  Gym

   Jenni got back to her quarters, still chuckling over the exchange between the Major and her consultant.  She took a quick Navy shower, then dressed in a fresh black jumpsuit and boots.  She unlocked her arms cabinet and put on her duty belt.  Jen also strapped the ankle holster with her hideout .22 around her left ankle.

   She looked wistfully toward her empty pantry as she headed for the door and to breakfast.


To:  Mess Hall