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The night watch of the Naraal house and haunts were very quite. Quiet enough to get some sleep once the lights went out on the Naraal home. The next morning saw some activity- Tyrus was a relatively early riser as career military types are. At 0600 he was outside by the front door stretching for a morning run. Ryan watched the Bajoran as he stepped out of his house. Ryan himself was already up and dressed, having done so when he saw the first sign of activity within the Naraal house. Naraal Tyrus took a good run at an aggressive pace. Today was looking to be a shorter, but more intense run. The streets were empty at this hour, which allows Tyrus to push his pace running in the street. The path that he took was similar to the path that Ryan had taken the evening before, except it took him to the lake. Here is stopped and seemed to admire the view and the solitude. His face seemed pained. Something was bothering him, or at least weighing heavy on his thoughts. On the way back to his parents home, something happened. Tyrus ran through the market, just as he did on the way out. Only this time, the market was starting to stir with activity. One of the grocers was talking to a pair of muscled men who did not look happy. Ryan frowned. This did not look good. He slid his Sig inside his waistband and then used the tactical insertion to beam into the neighborhood. Less than a minute later he was walking toward the market, looking like any other tourist, his head on a swivel, taking everything in. (Boss?) -- ***** Randy, AKA Admiral Matthew Brennan Ryan Thompson Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE Spacedock
