April 2/3 for Logan

He'd almost been late to training...again. The sun had come up and the sky gradually turned from gray to purple to pink before the light was high enough to shine through the window. He could remember a time when Logan barely woke up when Jack slipped out of bed and went to work. Now, it seemed, the younger man was awake enough to be a distraction in the mornings. He'd had to run, but he didn't regret staying in bed just a little longer than normal.

While they went through the PT and sparring, Jack was preoccupied with just how nice it might be to get away from everything. Take the night off from the club, skip training...or better yet, skip diving and go hunting, instead. By the time he had finished the morning's commitments, he'd formulated a plan. He'd dropped by long enough to tell Logan that they were going to camp in the jungle and hunt in the morning, then promised he'd return after he grabbed a bite and took a shower. Be ready, he'd said.

Jack had his leather pants on, along with the vest he'd arrived on the island in. The numerous pockets always came in handy and he'd tucked away necessities like matches, first aid supplies, and extra ammo. He had his rifle over his shoulder; his knife was on his belt. He also had a brightly striped sheet tucked into a mesh bag slung over his other shoulder. It would serve as bed, shelter, whatever was necessary. It would also be helpful to bring back whatever they happened to track down.

"Ready?" he asked cheerfully before he even got through the door.