“Always bet on Wade huh” mused Scott under his breath, laughing softly, “I’ll remember that.”<br/><br/>Smiling to himself, the former fisherman found a spot against the wall and leaned back, getting comfortable. He even dozed for a handful of minutes, until the last of the large group had their neck jabbed and the whole crew was moved on to the next room, where packages were handed out. He looked over the uniform, arching an eyebrow at the overly complicated jockstrap (how much engineering does one have to put into something like that, honesty?) and looking more than surprised at the sweats. While he could understand it could be a hassle to issuing clothing for each climate, when they got to that climate but sweats in the middle of Africa? Good God, if they had to wear those, they’d all die!<br/><br/>After getting dressed, he pulled on the shoes they had been issued and tugged the beret over his freshly shaven head. He stuffed the sweats, flashlight and raincoat into the satchel and pulled out one of the manuals, starting to flip through it. While he liked to read (he did, just look at the worn pages of his favorite book, The Hobbit), manuals were not his favorite things. Oh he was used to reading them, his old skipper made every deckhand read the manuals for the equipment aboard his ship, so they didn’t break anything while working or standing watch. His ears perked up however, wearing Wade complain about book learning and there was a wicked smile on his lips, as he stepped over.<br/><br/>“Well there should be more shooting” said Scott, “But you never know, this isn’t the Stone Age Love, we have fancy new weapons of war, things that might break if you try to hit someone with them.”<br/><br/>He chuckled and changed his smile to something much more friendly, to just that he was just teasing. No need to make a sexy thing like her angry with him, might take away the only fun this training camp had to offer. Well, okay, not the only fun thing, there were a few more girls in the group he was hoping to stay with, like Amy and Nerys but he’d rather be welcome in every bunk, then just one or two.<br/><br/>“And does this mean” he added, “That we can’t always bet on Wade?”