[center][b][u]Paranatural Conglomerate Countermeasures Headquarters — Onsite Gym[/u][/b][/center]
Hiding away in one of the offices tucked away at the base, Jamie was up to her favourite task- on site liberty. With all the danger the agents had to go through, and on a frequent basis, any spare time was much appreciated. A lazy cook, Jamie started at the meal in front of her, a heinous looking microwaveable "Roast chicken and mayo" roll. Jamie was a connoiseur of heat and eat food, as both her and her girlfriend were terrible in the kitchen. The paper bagged atrocity sitting in front of her was something she hadn't had the guts to try before, as mayonnaise was something she thought shouldn't be served warm, in her opinion. Still, it was the quickest thing she picked up at the gas station on the way in that morning, as she was running horrendously late. She had meant to pick up a frozen hot dog, probably equally as vile, but in her lack of coffee induced daze, she wasn't on the ball that time of morning.Taking the roll out of its packet, she wrinkled her nose. "Looks like it's just you and me".

Taking a bite, she cringed. The bread was horrendously dry and tough, a state that could only frozen bread heated in the microwave could be. The chicken tasted really bland, nothing like roast chicken at all. The texture was most unlike chicken at all. As she took every bite, weird juices oozed out. The "mayo" did nothing but provide a semi moist element to it, and it tasted quite strange when served piping hot. She was struggling to make a connection between the atrocity in her mouth, and roast chicken. Snapchatting a picture to her girlfriend, she captioned it "I'm gonna regret this later", and sent it, shaking her head. Finishing up, she discarded the wrapper, reminding herself not to ever eat that again. At least she had dinner that night to look forward to. It was funny thinking back, a year ago, that shy girl she met singing in the coffee shop was now her girlfriend, and they lived together. Jamie had always struggled to keep relationships, due to the secrecy of her job, but this one was different.. She didn't question the strange hours. She didn't question the last-minute call outs. In face, she barely asked any questions about Jamie's line of work. Not that she knew her real name was Jamie, either. She had become so used to going under her assigned name, it was now second nature to introduce herself as such. Sometimes, she contemplated telling Lily everything, but she knew it wasn't worth losing her job. While they'd been together exactly a year now, there was still a lot she kept hidden. In saying that, Lily was just as bad. Not revealing where she was from, Jamie knew almost nothing about her life before they met. All she did know, was that she was deathly afraid of water, and refused to go out in the rain. It was even at the point that Lily showered only after Jamie had left for work. Well, that's what Jamie assumed, she kept herself very well groomed, so shehad to shower sometime, right?

Already changed into her exercise gear before lunch, Jamie made her way to the staff gym. The gym was a blessing in disguise, and Jamie could think of nothing worse than the neighbourhood gym, full of sterioid chomping, selfie-taking meatheads. The idiots at the gym nearby her apartment did more time posing than actual working out, from what she'd seen in the very short time she'd been a member. Putting down her towel and water bottle, she waved in greeting to Sybil, or as the name he was assigned, Sean.
"How's it going?" she asked casually, before jumping on a treadmill, starting her warm up with a fast walk.