Nick simply crossed his arms as they went over time. With how much they had left, it was more the minute details that needed to be done, such as stray bits of the 'trash' pile needing to be moved, bits of foam that was tracked about, and making sure the beds were properly made. But still, Nick was sure to count this against the recruits. Once Ava officially called the time, Nick smirked. "Well, congratulations. A good two minutes faster than the last recruit class that had the pleasure of death sets," Nick said, gesturing for them all to follow as he walked towards a nearby grouping of workout equipment. "Three death sets for each and every one of you recruits, because that seems about right, considering it took you the better part of that last minute to finish up. If you look at the marks on the wall, you can see just what a death set is made of. As a bit of info, the inside of the walls is exactly a square mile." Nick chuckled a bit at the look of dread on some of the recruits' faces, before he gestured towards what was beginning to look more and more like torture equipment. "Well, get to work!"<br/><br/>Nick stood to the side, only stepping in when someone either didn't seem to know what an exercise was or was doing an exercise wrong. It wasn't until the more athletic were starting out on their laps that Nick noticed that Ava was participating in the sets. He did not envy her, but he knew her nanites would save her come the morning. He didn't stop her however, he let her do as she wished. Unfortunately for the recruits, too many of them were taking it a bit too slow for Nick's tastes. By the time about half of them were well on their way into the second set, a chunk of them were just beginning to start their laps. With a whistle, Nick brought everyone to a stop. "That last set is voided, everyone's starting fresh!" Nick said. "If two dozen of you can't keep up, then none of you keep up. Let's go."<br/><br/>That was probably the most help they would get now, essentially a reminder to not leave their comrades behind, even if the possibility was hard to avoid without outright stopping. Nick continued to watch as they went back through the death sets again, much slower this time around. However, his enjoyment in this breaking of men and women was soon forced to stop. The arm embedded computer began to produce an alarming sound, bypassing the fact he had put it on silent. Whatever it was, it was important. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some of the recruits slowed, nearing a stop due to the sound. "Did I say stop?" Nick bellowed, before looking towards Ava. "Worthington, over here." As Ava freed herself from whichever exercise she was on, Nick tapped on the alert, bringing up an email for him to read. It was an ATCON alert, the replacement of DEFCON once the Hunters' Alliance took over. When Ava was close, he shifted a bit to allow her to see the information that he was reading.<br/><br/>The email did not say much, except that the level had been lowered from four to two, denoting a serious shift within the world, and that the Kingdom would soon be going to a quasi-war against this world changing scenario. Nick sighed, knowing without even reading that a meeting would be happening in the next few minutes, giving commanders just enough time to make themselves presentable before showing up for a conference call. "I'll let you take over here," Nick said, tapping the screen off. "Even though this is important enough for you to at least listen in, we're going to need these recruits soon. Keep on them just like I was. Don't let up for anything.... and no more cutting them slack."<br/><br/>With that, Nick called out. "Even though I know it won't be the same, I have business to take care of. So Worthington is taking over," Nick shouted to the recruits. "If I find out you all try to cut corners because I ain't here, the morning runs are going to look like paradise compared to what I will put you through for the next month." Making sure Ava's superiority was cemented, Nick turned on his heels and took off at a jog towards the entrance to the main building. Within a few minutes, Nick had dried off and popped the dent out of his arm. Uniform be damned, Nick strolled into his psuedo-office on the Communications floor. The projection of the headquarter's conference room was already active, with a few of the commanders already present and talking about whatever had happened. "Catch me up to speed," Nick said, sitting down in his chair as his form was scanned for the conference table. "Would have been here sooner, but I just got my new batch of recruits."<br/><br/>Nick knew he would be here for hours, but this time, he wasn't bored. This incident was serious and demanded his full attention, which was made even more apparent when he found the cause of the alert status: A parasitic country had been formed.