[b]Bridget Winston[/b]

[u]Location: Nightguard Division Headquarters[/u]

Bridget was in the training room of the facility. Ever since the burning of the sister location, things had been quiet. While the others may have been taking it easy, Bridget certainly didn't relax. The peaceful time to her wasn't a time for her to slack off. She often trained during the down time when she wasn't visiting and checking on her mother through phone calls. She also found that she didn't socialize with a majority of other night guards, the only exceptions being Jeremy and Fritz. She often played pranks on some of the other guards if they ever presented the opportunity, and despite the punishments, their reactions made those pranks worth it. 

Now, while some of the other night guards had gone out, Bridget was in the training room. She was going through her usual training, recalling the techniques that Mike had taught her when she went through training. All the while, she recalled the moment she and Sam were attacked, and how Sam died. That damned red haired animatronic was going to pay dearly! She swore on it. The very thought of that particular animatronic made her blood boil, and she knocked over the heavy dummy with a finishing blow and a loud angry shout. She panted heavily as she looked at the dummy for a moment. She took a moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead and get a drink from her water bottle she had placed to the side.