Who: Chase Riley
What: Memories Plot
Where: The gym at the MGM Grand
Things to avoid: Nothing!
Chase supposed the one good thing about working at the MGM was the use of the facilities they let him have as a perk. His apartment was modest, and certainly not so special as to have a gym. But the MGM was where he spent most of his time these days and the very fact that they offered to let him use the fitness facility was helpful. It was about the only time he stopped listening and looking at what was going on around him. Earbuds in his ears, eyes straight forward, his feet a steady rhythm on the treadmill running quickly beneath them, he knew this was a vulnerability for him. But he could never seem to break his way out of the trance it put him in. He liked to think if he needed to spring into action, he would know. He hadn't been tested yet, but he didn't mind carrying that extra bit of self confidence around with him.
He usually pushed himself hard while he worked out, he was no stranger to sweat, but the dizziness was something new. Like everything else he attempted to push his way through it, it was getting worse and before he could hit the STOP button he was on the ground. The last thought he remembered having was "shit I hope this doesn't end up on youtube."
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