Camden rolled his shoulders with a wince as he stood up then watched his brother walk over to some crates. He listened to him speculate about why they were there to begin with, remarking on how it was close to what was expected from a terrorist group. That worried him about as, being a police officer, he had pretty much no experience with terrorists. His city hadn't experienced any sort of activity in that realm and he prayed that it would stay that way for as long as humanly possible. When Travis started to wonder why, if they had been taken by terrorists, that he had been taken as well. Cam shrugged and replied, "Honestly, the only thing I could think of is so that one of us won't go looking for the other. I mean, we're both trained in some manner combat so if they only took you, you know I would tear the world apart looking for you. Better to lump us both in and deal with it later."<br/><br/>Camden started to inspect their concrete box and spotted the vents at about the same time. However, he didn't think they could make it through there with their hands still bound behind their backs. So when Travis asked for his help to move the crates, Cam raised an eyebrow quizzically at him. "Don't you think we should find a way to unlock these cuffs first? I don't know about you, but you need at least your elbows to crawl somewhere. Let's see if there's something we can use to unlock these things first like a safety pin or thin nail; don't expect a cuff key to be somewhere in those crates but hey, they left my gun so there's a possibility," he replied as he walked over to a crate. With a grunt, he did a heel kick downward, smashing the top of a crate and opening it for inspection.