Bryce quietly shifted his harness, pulled and pressed back against the wall to repeat his massaging exercise with his left shoulder pressed into the harness' lump.
And there was no way he was going to catch a dropship from the citadel, to the other side of the planet, so he as a Guardsman Captain could put boots onto the ground with a bunch of Privates in basic training on their range days. That would send their Drill Sergeants into conniption fits. Not only would he be lousing up their training rotations by knocking their Privates off of lanes, but he would be an officer and a Guardsman dropped into their carefully regimented piece of the world far from the city and all other forms of civilization distractions.
Bad idea.
His eyes fluttered shut as he enjoyed working out a particularl
