Just like Dylan had said, 30 minutes after they had separated, John was waiting outside of her barracks room. After 5 minutes of waiting, he was saved and screwed as GySgt Felix walked up.
"She in there?" the GySgt demanded. Before John could nod, the older man was typing in a code and storming into the room. "Dylan!"
She popped her head out of the bathroom, dark hair dropping down around her shoulders.
"Get out here." He barked.
She stepped out of the bathroom, wearing a new pair of cargo pants and a sports bra. She walked over to one of the bunks and sat down, pulling on a pair of black boots.
"What the hell happened out there?" Felix snapped, going to a different bunk and fishing through the locker.
"I got carried away. Grimm was just trying to protect himself." She ponied up, looking at John while the sergeant looked through his locker.
"I really don't believe you, Dylan." He challenged, throwing a pair of sneakers onto his bunk. "You're a good instructor. I like you and you have never done this before. So I'm taking Grimm out of the main class and you can continue to coach him one on one."
The pair looked at him.
"You're stuck on the training team with all of the other Marines, but after that, you're free to train Grimm. No funny business, don't kill each other."
Felix had set out all of his civilian clothing on his bunk. He looked at the male Lance Corporal, "You're free to go, Grimm."
The man nodded.
Dylan got up and walked him to the door. "So, um. Training schedule ends around 1600 every day if you want to meet up after that."
He nodded. "Where?"
"There's a smaller gym on the ground level of the base. Building number 6580. I'll meet you there at 1630 tomorrow?"
He nodded. "See you then."
She ducked back into her room while he left. "What the hell Jason?"
He looked up at her. "You two fought really well together. I think Grimm would be a great addition to our team. He's also been selected for potential recruitment into the Rapid Response Tactical Squad."
"So you want me to train him up so that he can be in the Double-R.T.S.?"
"You're also up for the team." He informed, taking off his shirt and tossing it into his dirty clothes bag.
"So you want us to train together for try-outs?"
"No. I want you to get to know each other, Dylan. He's got potential, the same kind of potential that you did. Look where you are now. Get him to that place." He walked off to go take a shower. "But, Dev."
She looked back at him as grabbed a shirt out of the locker.
"Don't do something stupid and get the both of you in trouble again."
"I won't."