Harry waltzed right out of the armory with style, prepared to go back to his office and get out of uniform. He really, [i]really[/i] wanted to be asleep when they took off. Of course, the nagging Captain that he expected Captain Black to be would probably not allow it. He'd argue about how he had spent six hours in an office doing paperwork and signing req sheets, alone on the ship, while everyone else ate food and had general fun.

He wasn't quite looking forward to that, but he'd enjoy whatever sleep he could get. Perhaps he could get drunk? Maybe. The Cap wouldn't like that, even if technically, he wasn't on duty.

But only then, that thought process was interrupted by the sound of his PDA beeping. Taking the slightly small titanium cased PDA out of his back pants pocket, he realized that the sound was of his daily calendar. "Ship patrol, official duty". Immediately, he groaned. Just as he thought he was done.

At least it was physical work, unlike the six hours he'd spent on paperwork just before. Once again, he stretched himself, and reached for the holster on his thigh, making sure it was still there. It was holding a standard issue SG Zat, an incredibly new to use firearm by his standards, and also ridiculously alien for his tastes. He didn't quite like it, and one of the requisition papers he had filled was for a better sidearm. Like a Browning!

He went right into the elevator, accepting his life of constant work, and pressed the button to deck one. He'd start his patrol there.