At 4:15 precisely Odin's head shot up. He breathed raggedly, but remained quiet. He slipped out of the bed quietly. Noting the gun on the table he shook his head and tossed it into Chase's bedside footlocker before heading out the room. He'd not bothered to put on a shirt as he headed for the gym. It was after hours, but Odin had clearance to be there, the base personnel had found it to be...safer if Odin let out his stress on the equipment rather then actual people.

In the gym he headed straight for the mats and after a brief warm-up he set to doing a very rigorous training schedule. He started with sit up and push ups and worked his way toward the punching back and hand to hand combat forms. As he got to work on the punching bag his moves became more and more focused. His kicks and punches methodical and accurate to a fault; the strength behind each blow increasing as thoughts rushed through his mind and he worked off the stress his most recent set of nightmares had brought.

"Unacceptable..."
"...accident!"
"...the tank!"

Endlessly the words echoed through his mind and fueled his punches and kicks.

"...Doubtful he'll make it..."
"Fix him..."
"AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! !"

His eyes glazed over as he slipped into his memories more. He continued to kick and punch the bag which was slowly beginning to strain under the endless rain of attacks.

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"If I wanted it back I would've taken the surgery years ago. I look to remember why; why I lost it, why I'm here, why I'm hiding, what I'm doing this for." Max said calmly as he picked up another piece of broken equipment.
"Do these idiots even know how to properly use these things? I swear half this shit woulda never broke if they just read the effin user manuals friggin macho pigs..." Max muttered shaking his head as he got to fixing it.
"Why keep cooped up in this place? You're a free man after all. No one but me n number 1 know the truth. Nothing's forcing you to never leave the base. I figured the car would both be a good reason for you to indulge for once and a nice way to say thanks." he said not looking up from the very delicate work. The device in his hand sparked up and he cursed softly dropping it and rubbing his hand.
"Well that saves me locating the problem at least...friggin assholes...brainless twits twirling around sensitive equipment like bats n they have the gal to wonder why everything breaks." Max hissed he looked put out which on him looked very comical.