Nick simply smiled as Ava's hand met Hathem's face at about the same time as he was patting Bradley's. Turning back to face the entire group, Nick spoke up again. "This ain't the fucking government's army, boys and girls. This is the Kingdom Paramilitary Organization. We are the animals that the Hunters' Alliance sends out when they need exterminations. And until I say otherwise, all you are to this battalion is bait and expendable assets," Nick said, a vicious tone mixing with his commander air of authority. "So you will ensure that every single order even spoken in your general direction is followed to the letter."<br/><br/>Nick finally took a breath and looked around the room, inspecting everything. It was about time that he pull out one of the tricks of Orientation. "I don't like this room. Too well kept. Too formal. Even has heat and A/C," Nick said. "Disassemble it and move it. You'll find an empty tent out there with a nice open bit of grass. That'll be your new home for the next month or two. You got thirty minutes, and so help me, if you somehow make that fucking tent look like it's covering some college fucks' campground, you'll realize why the ground out back is getting a nice red tint to it."<br/><br/>The recruits just stood there for a moment, dumbfounded by what Nick just told them. Their current room was in one of the side buildings near the front of the compound. To move the entire barracks into a tent at the back of the compound would be hellish. Nick smirked, before he bellowed out to them. "Did I fucking stutter?" The recruits jumped into action immediately, beginning to work on stripping the beds of simply sectioning them off. During all of the chaos, Nick leaned down to Ava's level. "Welcome to Orientation, Ava," Nick said with a hint of glee. "I'm heading out to check on that tent. Why don't you have some fun messing with them in here?" With that, Nick strolled down the quickly deteriorating aisle and out of the room entirely.