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The first couple of laps had been miserable. Her uniform was quickly soaked through, weighing her down, and the rain was so icy it hurt when it struck her face. But after her body had warmed up a bit to the exercise, and she found her stride, it wasn"t so bad. She kept up a steady rhythm, tuned out the weather as much as she could by focusing only on her feet slapping on the slick track. And she checked her implant for incoming messages. Not that her implant wouldn"t alert her the minute she got a message, but something was clearly wrong somewhere. Aside from not yet getting the command to stop running, it shouldn"t be taking so long for Colonel Hansen to send her the new work schedule, should it? The more she imagined him rubbing his hands together evilly as he thought up worse and wor