Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

It was a rather dull day at the Trooper Station. There hadn't been a single phone call since Watts had arrived, all the busywork had actually been completed, and there wasn't much left to do. Yes, he could have had the Troopers do some PT, but that was McGarrett's area of expertise, and who was he to infringe on that? So instead they were mostly just napping at their desks. Watts himself was sat on the corner of his, flipping his hat up in the air and attempting to catch it on his head.

[ooc: open.]