“Ha ha,” Cam replied sarcastically towards his brother’s remark about getting a blow job. He rolled his eyes then grunted when Travis stood in the middle of his back. “Marines ... bonehead. You bulk up ... for the Marines! How do you ... expect to fit through .... one of those tiny doors ... on an aircraft carrier? Or better yet ... fly a plane? It wouldn’t get off the ground with your weight,” he teased. He knew his brother would get on him for the Marine jab. The Navy and the Marines have a hilarious love/hate relationship that he thought was just funny.<br/><br/>He was about to keep going when he heard a loud squeak of metal and then more sunlight filtered through into the vent. “Well ... what do you see up there?” He asked, not bothering to turn his head as he knew he wouldn’t see anything from his vantage point. He waited until he couldn’t feel Travis’ weight on his back before standing up and looking at him. Grasping his arms, he pulled himself up until he could grab the edges of the grate saying, “What are you talking about?” With a grunt, he pulled himself out of the hole and sat on the edge. Looking around, he took in the tropical vista that lay before them. “Are you saying ... someone kidnapped us ... to give us a vacation?” He deadpanned.