Who: Luther and open When: Early morning What: Going for a run Where: Halls Warnings: None?
John pounded down the halls of the ship, a steady, easy pace. He needed to keep himself in shape. He wouldn't be here forever, he hoped, and he'd need to be fit. He was a policeman, first and foremost. And he'd always be one. He was out of his suit, a rarity, having found some sweatpants and a t-shirt in the wardrobe. Better for running, at least.
He hummed to himself as he ran, an old David Bowie song.