Nick had to hold himself back from cackling as the recruits began to break in front of him. He was smiling like an idiot and chuckling every now and then as the recruits from some new mess to add to the list. By the time most of the group was over to the tent, there was two piles in front of it: one for what they were bringing over and one for what they were dragging out. Nick took this time to take one of the chairs from the pile and set it in between the two, just to have a view without being within the tent itself. They were all in there cleaning, tripping over each other and whatever mess was in there with them. They were going to get nothing done in time at this rate. It was kind of disappointing to be honest. He was hoping for an easier recruit class for the first class that Ava would be teaching, but it looks like those hopes were dashed.<br/><br/>By the ten minute mark, only about half of the tent was even resembling clean. Nick simply lounged in the chair, beginning to read reports as this recruit class failed orientation horrifically. It was then one recruit began to run back, a particular look of desperation that still had some glimmer of hope left. Nick took a moment to look at who it was before it began to click in his head that it was Bradley coming in with this look.<br/><br/>"Guys!" Bradley said. "Everyone stop for a second. This ain't working." The mass of recruits largely stopped to look at Bradley, though Nick noticed about a dozen still picking up at the trash. Either they didn't care, or they felt they could multitask. Bradley began spouting off an rather messy idea to delegate tasks to everyone: One group to clean the tent. Another to move the beds. A third to begin to assemble the beds. And a fourth to clean the hallway. After about two minutes of the more vocal personalities in the group trying to either dissuade the idea of this or to get finer details, the recruit class finally began to scatter, with a fifth group made to move the 'trash' pile elsewhere. The moment their little talks were done, Nick stood. "You got eight minutes. Every minute past the deadline I set will grant each and every one of you what the base lovingly calls death sets," He called into the tent, stepping back and out of the way for them to begin to scramble.<br/><br/>Nick simply strolled back towards the building as recruits began to race past him, either to clean up or to pick up more beds. He had no rush, only they did. When he finally got to Ava was, he watched alongside her for a little bit before finally saying something. "Good thing you gave Bradley some idea of what to do," Nick said, casually but quietly. "Guessing half of them would have dropped with how much time over they would have went." Nick looked at the timer going on his arm, seeing that they had about five minutes left. "But I'm not quite sure if it was too soon a hint or not. If it was..." Nick looked around for a moment, seeing if any of the recruits were close or looking in their direction. Seeing that there wasn't, Nick's arm shot behind Ava and an instant later, a swat was placed on her ass, just low enough that some of it went more towards her taint, and thus, her folds. "... it may be your turn to get punishment tonight." he finished playfully, whispering it to her before giving her a slight push towards the tent and following behind her.