Cam handed the pin over to Travis and waited for him to work his own cuffs free. It didn't take him long before they were off and fell to the floor with a clatter. Glad to learn that the pin had worked perfectly, he turned around so that his brother could get to his cuffs. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched him remove the over sized shirt and tuck into the back of his pants. "You know, you were wondering why they let me keep my gun but took it out of the holster. I'm wondering why they changed our clothes. Putting you in a shirt too big for both of us and me in a shirt that is honestly too small ... what's the point in that? What were these people, whomever they are, hoping to achieve with this?" he asked.<br/><br/>He mused over it while Travis unlocked his cuffs, rubbing his wrists a little to restore circulation as they had been a little tight. At the suggestion to check the crates, he nodded in agreement saying, "Yeah, maybe I'll find you a shirt of something to wear." He chuckled and winked playfully at his younger brother before bending to examine this crate once more now that he could use both hands. He gave up once he hit the bottom, not finding one that didn't have blood on it which he found disturbing. Prying the lid off another crate, he started to examine its contents then pulled up a shirt that didn't have blood on it. The sleeves were torn off but it would still work. "Here, try this one on," he stated, handing it to his brother before going back to searching.