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With no way to channel his anger into tracking down law-breaking bail-jumpers, Whittaker had marked the location of the facility's gym the first time he had seen it. He'd known immediately that it would be where he spent most of his time and was at least pretty thankful that he was going to be able to keep up with that small part of his daily routine. Since it wasn't truly his choice to stop working for the time being he was doing his best not to let the disruption concern him overly much - this was an unpredictable hiccup in the life of a bounty hunter, for all that it was already erratic despite his attempts at giving it structure.

While he was here, he would just commit more of his time to fitness. Before this unexpected turn of events he'd only needed to be in better shape than a street rat running from him - but now something suggested he would have to best many other things. What, exactly, he wasn't sure but he would get the best head start he could manage.

He arrived earlier than most people were willing to show up and had already built a heavy sweat from the punching bag he had been blowing all of his silent frustrations on when he felt another presence arrive. There were no headphones to keep him distracted, no noise other than the sound of his own heavy breathing and the soft suction of air as he popped the top of his water bottle. The sandy blonde brought it to his lips and turned with a heaving chest, watching the woman as she made her way through the various mats and equipment in this part of the gym.

Who was she, he wondered? Not Mars, certainly, he'd have known if she were by now but the look on her face could have passed her off as much.