<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In the gym</strong></div><br/>Kris after trying to look over case files in the security department finally gave in.  All the side long looks, winking, snickering, and overall pain in the ass attitudes had her striding to her room.  The worst part was that no one would tell her what the hell was so funny.  So finally having enough she decided that maybe a few hours beating the shit out of a punching bag would help her sour mood.  It was such a waste, only one great thing happened to her today and the rest of the day was shit.  As she finally made it to her room, she strips and than pulls out a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass, and a tight T-shirt with the Navy emblem stamped across her chest. Tying her hair up in a pony tail, she slips on her tennis shoes and makes her way to the on board gym, a towel slung over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Ignoring the long looks and the lingering glances, Kris enters the Gym, not paying attention to anyone, but concentrating only on her main objective, beating the shit out of a bag filled with hard foam.  Unfortunately for the guy already on the equipment she was not in a good mood, so when she stood there tapping a foot he all but ran to offer her his place.  Throwing the towel at a nearby bench she starts to roll boxing tape around her hands.  After she was sure her hands where wrapped correctly, and slipping on small light weight boxing gloves, she gets into position, left foot forward, heel aligned with her right toes, front shoulder forward, body angled, and hands up in a guard position.  And than she went to home on her poor victim.  Circling it, pounding into it until sweat dotted her brow and her breathing had picked up.  After a good twenty minute of beating out her frustration she lays her head against the still slightly moving bag.  Breathing hard she looks up, only to see the man who had grated on her nerves before.<br/><br/>The insolent piece of trash had made her look bad in front of her inferiors, making her sound like a villain, assuming he knew how she felt when she had remained perfectly silent.  He had goaded her into saying more than she should but in the long run she knew she should have remained quiet.  The damn old man was not as impressive as everyone made him out to be.  Sure his record was spotted with achievements but that didn't make you a good person and from what she could tell he wasn't.  He was an ass the way he had goaded her and she wished to god that he would just be replaced already, or better yet that she be transferred away from him.<br/><br/>There was an insidious voice in the back of her head that pointed out that her dislike of him could stem from someplace else but she refused to acknowledge it.  Punching the bag one more time she moved towards the large Admiral, a less than pleasant smirk on her face.<br/><br/>"I feel like sparring, who wants a go?"  She looks around the men looking away, no one spoke up.<br/><br/>"Well it seems like I have no volunteers, how about you Admiral sir?"