Davon was just filing away the last of his new crew assessments. Everyone seemed to be up to scratch, which was nothing more than he expected.

He looked up at the analogue clock he had put up on the wall and it was showing the time at 2242 which meant he had only 18 minutes left on his shift before he would hand over to the night crew. He sighed and pour the last of his coffee out of his cafetera in to his “#1 Security officer mug.” Taking a decent sip he smacked his lips together he leaned back in his chair.

The brig cameras showed the brig was totally empty. The marines and fly boys had behaved themselves during the party at Mellgelan, so Davon had the current shift running checks on the Brigs and the security weapons lockers.

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