Shaking his head he put thoughts of the previous day to the side and stretched. Getting out of his bunk, Brent turned and made the bed. He suddenly realized he was the only one up and about. The other troopers were still lazing in bed. As he watched the others contently cuddle with their sheets, an unpleasant odor wafted past his nose. It stuck him he had been quite active the previous day, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had showered. Fetching his pad from the locker where he had stored it the night before, he started searching for any information on the facilities of the academy. After a few minutes of random searching, Brent couldn’t find anything useful. Whoever had organized data on the pad had done a poor job of it. It almost felt as if the system had been designed to be intentionally counterintuitive. Glancing around him he found the other recruits still lazing. Brent sighed quietly to himself. All he wanted was a shower. Why was it when he needed assistance there was never anyone handy? As he put the pad down he noticed the display had changed; it wasn’t on the last page he had pulled up. Studying the new image he quickly realized it was a map. At his fingertips was a detailed map of the entire academy. In no time he had located the nearest facility. It was a massive complex apparently serving the needs of at least ten divisions.
