Ava watched as the recruits huddled together, working out the details of their plan while a sparse few continued to work. She figured that there would be some who would be resistant to working with others, and that was perfectly fine. They would learn, at the expense of the others, the error of their ways. But, she was pleased to see that they were finally getting organized, she only hoped that they could work fast enough to make the time limit. She looked over to see the commander on his way over, hoping he wasn’t cross with her for hinting at the solution to their troubles. Peering at the timer on his arm, she smirked. “How do you know I said anything at all?” She asked, knowing that he likely had his ways, or he just knew her well enough by now to know that she hated to see people struggle. Still, she wouldn’t admit to helping if he was simply assuming that she had, but he knew. The satisfying swat against her ass, which was low enough to touch her sensitive womanhood, nearly caused her lust to ignite along with the threat of punishment. As she moved ahead of him, she threw a playful look over her shoulder at him.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the tent, it actually had come a long way since the huddle. The beds had been mostly assembled, the mattresses were on the frames—meaning that the hall had been cleaned and the barracks emptied—and the bedding was neatly done. Bradley mentioned that it stunk, but smelling it for herself she knew that the only way to get the musk of body odor and corn chips out of the tent was to air it out. There was no amount of air freshener or candles that would rid the tent of the foul stench. “Two minutes,” she reminded them, watching as they picked up the pace. Ava could already tell that they weren’t going to make the deadline, but certainly not for a lack of trying. She paid close attention to those that naturally rose to positions of leadership and those who seemed to be dragging their feet, doing just the bare minimum to get by or slip under the radar.<br/><br/>At ten seconds, Ava began to count down. “And . . . that’s time. Keep going until it’s done.” She told them, glad to see that most of them worked diligently till the very end. She pushed herself onto her toes to look at the commander’s timer. “Two minutes and thirty-four seconds over, unfortunately.” She let the commander take the reins, listening as he lined up the winded recruits and informed them what death sets entailed. She did not envy them, but she decided that she would join them and work alongside them to, at the very least, say she experienced it. Upon seeing the dark little corner all the equipment and apparatuses were, she almost had second thoughts. “I think you get too much satisfaction from this sort of thing.” She muttered to the commander before joining the others.<br/><br/>With as much training as she had, the exercises were quite advanced and she still had to take advantage of the alternative options offered—and most everyone did. If they were ambitious, they got through the first set without too much complication, but the second set was more challenging due to fatigue. While she was doing her set of tornado lunges, twisting to one side as she lowered herself down to one knee, she could see that some of the recruits were struggling to complete the first set, stuck on the more difficult exercises like the planche push-ups and salmon ladders. It was hard to ignore the nasty falls and the sound of retching as some of the recruits vomited from exertion, but she continued moving ahead with a few very determined individuals.