Travis chuckled as Cam made the comment that he was just as strong. Travis knew that the man had a very fit figure which was very clearly seen under his new tight shirt. Silently he waited for Cam to do the same and as the pole snapped, Travis moved over to the crates in the corner of the room to inspect them a bit closer. "Yeah, that is what I am afraid is happening here. Terrorists can and will do some very fucked up things and this is definitely within their scope of abilities. But seems a bit extreme."<br/><br/>The crates were large and old, covered in a thick layer of dust, they hadn't been touched in a very long time no doubt, whatever was inside of them likely wouldn't help them in the least nor did the crates carry any markings at all which was odd and didn't help Travis narrow down exactly where they were. "But I am wondering why they took you? If this is a terrorist plot, why bring you? Just makes more trouble for them because you're in law enforcement and I'm trained in combat. It's... very bizarre."<br/><br/>Travis muttered as he looked around the grey concrete walls. There were a few vents along the top of the wall on the one side of the room, big enough to crawl through were they able to pry the coverings off. A large metal door also stood at the other end and as Travis moved towards it, he turned his body to shake the doorknob to find it was locked tight. Travis looking over at his brother as he slowly gathered himself as well. "Looks like our only way out will be that vent up there. Help me move the crates and let's see if we can pry the coverings off and see if they lead anywhere."