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Aleksander lumbered his way out of the building, eyeing over his room number and key. He found their little moniker rather amusing. They knew his Greek background, but the name Ajax was almost insulting. A soldier who was never quite the best, but rather lived in the shadows of the other great Greek heroes before being committing suicide... a rather harrowing namesake. But Aleks, to some degree, appreciated the recognition of his Greek roots and having a name connected to legend. He'd have to improve upon the name, and make it something even greater.

The Greek-American easily made his way towards the apartment complex, reaching his room with ease. One of the large man's most "normal" skills was his ability to find his way through hotels and buildings. He had a keen sense of direction, especially as an adult. He made not of all exits, both doors and those he could improvise. It was a force of habit at this point.

Once inside his room, Aleks immediately went to work unpacking his things. He had packed surprisingly heavy. He kept a spare sets of kevlar vests and full combat fatigues with him when he travelled here, so that he could do his exercises in a more "challenging" outfit. He had also packed personal exercise equipment, mostly for weight training but he had also packed a punching bag. This was before he even mentioned his toolkit, which had what every mechanic and engineer could hope to have in a pinch situation.

The kitchen was where Aleks was most comfortable. It was fully stocked, and luckily his government managed to provide ingredients he could use to make a few dishes he would enjoy. Aleks was known in his family as the cook after the passing of his sister, having spent years studying her culinary skills. Aleks stripped out of his jumpsuit, instead choosing to wear the boxers and tank top he had underneath. He was living alone, so didn't have much concern over how he dressed when he was cooking. Aleks went to work, crafting some Kefethes and Basmati Rice. To him, this was as relaxing as watching television and or playing a game.

After his hearty meal, Aleks worked on setting up the punching bag, making sure it was well-secured before going into his usual workout routine. He spent a few hours doing everything from cardio to weights to some mild combat practice. He tested out the punching bag, giving it a few swift punches and kicks before finally retiring with a shower and a good night's rest at around 10 pm.

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His alarm went off at 4 am. It was just enough sleep to feel rested, and he had been following the same sleep routine for a long time. But... he felt off. [i]Jet lag... perfect[/i]. He got up groggily and immediately went to the kitchen, cooking up some eggs and sausage. He was too out of it to cook anything fancy, and he had a small bit of work he wanted to get done.

Aleks set up a small table in the living room, off in a corner, and started tinkering with a small metal plate. He wanted to install it on the front of his shield... make it his own. His shield of course would be waiting for him at the training facility. It felt weird not having it on his person, but he felt confident that the group he was working with could take care of a shield and not touch it.

After working on it for about thirty minutes, Aleks began a light morning workout. They would be training later in the day, so there was no point in tiring himself out before things got interesting. When the knock came on his door, Aleks was just getting out of the shower. He spent five minutes gearing up quickly into his fatigues and kevlar before making his way out of his apartment and towards the training facility to begin a tough day's work.