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Hanley re-emerged from the locker room with an olive colored form fitting sports bra worn under a dark olive colored tank top, and grey sleeveless shirt combination.

her auburn hair was pulled tight into a ponytail that came to the shoulders, hair pulled back tight as her hazel eyes took in her surroundings. She smoothed the creases down her gym shorts, which were an olive color to match the shirt, and the tank top combination. The two Aschen soldiers moved to the doorway, hands resting on sleek looking weapons holstered at their sides. Hanley moved first to the bench-press rack.

Two hundred pounds were fitted with a clink of iron, three hundred pounds, four hundred, four hundred and fifty pounds with a clink of irons at the bench.

One of the men moved to the top of the bench to spot her. She did a few stretches; faint scars could be made out along her arms, and upper back. There was a bar-code tattooed on the nape of her neck.

She continued to stretch, before she laid down on the bench, grabbed hold of the weights, and began to do a few repetitions. The slender woman that didn't look to be more than a hundred pounds soaking wet was bench pressing weights that professional bodybuilders seemed to have trouble with. She was breaking a sweat, and there was obvious signs of effort, but this woman seemed much stronger than the average human.