Scott chuckled softly at Wade’s answer and bowed slightly, signaling her win. She was right of course, her job would be to break stuff. However, the owner of the aforementioned stuff was going to be important. She should be breaking the<span class="bbc_u">enemy’s</span>stuff, not her own or her teammate’s. Hopefully, the drill instructors would get her to understand that, before she destroyed some of their gear, which is to say, his gear. Of course, she could always pay him back for anything lost but he doubted that an “I’m sorry” blowjob and fuck, would make up for the shit he’d catch for letting anything he was responsible get blown up by Wade.<br/><br/>He was about to flip through to another section in the manual he was holding, when a very loud voice called the lot of them to attention. After a second’s hesitation, he pulled himself into stance the Gunny had taught them before they had entered the processing building, tucking the manual under his right arm. Mismatched eyes widened slightly, when a small women marched down the line of recruits. A look of shock passed over his face, as the tiny figure not only smacked him with a line about no hat inside but for mere fact that she had been able to reach up to the top of his six feet and four inch frame. Automatically, his left hand grabbed the falling beret, as he shot a few daggers at the woman’s back.<br/><br/>Like a majority of the others, he snapped back a “Sir Yes Sir”, as the plainly superior instructor of some kind demanded if they understand Parade Rest and if they would assume it when instructed. This unfortunately was the wrong thing to say, as it turned out, seeing as it set the small women off in a very loud scream about her bring a Ma’am and demanding that they do it right. They were then forced to repeat it and show they could stand in the new stance, before being dismissed, which apparently meant forming up outside.<br/><br/>Scott stuffed the manual into his bag, slung it over his shoulder and headed out the door, trying to keep from catching Sergeant Major Nguyen’s eye. Once outside, he glanced around a bit, keeping the beret under his arm, in case they were supposed to be wearing it now. No one had told them how to form up yet. He wasn’t sure if they should be doing it by height, sex or age. If any of the movies he had seen had been correct, it would be by height, or at least thats what he thought the answer to his own private question was. Not really wanting to be out in front, he grudgingly edged his way to the head of the line.