The news was showing the end of the year nonsense, while not directly admitting to it holidays made even the most stern of solider feel a little merry. This being made obvious by Mike's chosen activity. Rapid reps till the new year, 380lbs on the bench press is impressive to the standard but this is more or less just to keep him in shape. He has to do these things at night so his abilities didn't augment him. He tried to do a rep every 10 seconds. 

[b]11:59[/b]

Mike couldn't help smirking as he pushes it higher almost in sync with the count down, [i]50 reps ending just in time for the new year![/i] "HuraaH!" Right as he reached the top of his rep [b]"Who's ready to die"[/b] Loosing focus for a moment mike ended up throwing the bar up having it miss the rack and end up lodged in the floor behind it....[i]Shit, that's probably gunna be expensive.[/i] He turns to face the monitor that hangs mounted on the wall. Well it seems the reason that he had been stationed here wasn't just the mutations, its a city full of [i]fun[/i]

Thanks to his recent actions he was given rather vague instructions....[i]Stabilize the area[/i] Hardly one too fail but he couldn't help feel overwhelmed by the rather vagueness and scale of the task. Already he was missing the days where it was target A in zone c you have X amount of resources, instead its Zone A is hell get to cleansing crusader style....[b]"They do know Seraphim is only a tag right, I am not actually a divine being....Because they sure seem to expect a miracle."[/b]

Mike stands from the bench, wiping some sweat from his brow and taking a swig of water from a nearby glass. [b]"Well guess my resolution is too be more proactive."[/b] He walked over to his desk and began going through folders of known Supers both friend and foe in the city. He stopped on Titan, a rather showy veteran, who had a love of the blade as well. [b]"Seems like a good starting point as any." [/b]