Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

The Troopers today were involved in some sort of game that, as far as Watts could tell, involved building towers out of ‘fun size’ chocolate bars.

Watts himself? Perched on his desk, working away at the latest page in his Chinese language book. While occasionally checking his mobile telephone for messages as much like yesterday, he’d told Steven to feel free to text or call if he wanted anything.