“And where do we all think we’re going?” Lex asked, but obediently followed close behind.<br/><br/>Marcus looked back over his shoulder spelled it out much the way you would with a retarded five year old. “Big fucking gate, needs to come open.” Okay, maybe not the language one would use with a five year old. But it was the language you used with twenty-nine year old manchildren. And then it dawned on him, and he felt like a dick. “You used to work here,” he remembered out loud. He looked forward as they approached the gate. It was much taller up close, it turned out. “You used to<span style="font-style: italic">work</span>here.” He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten about all of the days Lex had spent holed up in the Venture Corp labs that were on base. Marcus gave the gate a test shake. It was old, but it was pretty sturdy. Prying it apart might not be as easy as they hoped. “Okay, then, where<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>she going?”<br/><br/>“Depends,” Lex said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and rocking back on his heels expectantly. He idly twirled his wedding ring over in his hand while he waited patiently.<br/><br/>Lex just fucking<span style="font-style: italic">stood</span>there, until Marcus had another brilliant revelation. He tangled his hands in the fencing and examined their surroundings. “Let’s see, we’ve got… It looks like an infirmary.” He pulled back, looked over his shoulder at Lex. “Is that where you used to work?” Marcus had never actually been anywhere near the military base before, and his brother refused to talk about the work that he and his father did, so he just kind of pieced things together. But Lex just shook his head. Marcus hummed and rattled off some of their other surroundings. “Some pretty official looking black buildings. These guys weren’t big fans of windows, huh?”<br/><br/>“What<span style="font-style: italic">else</span>?” Lex pressed him.<br/><br/>“Yeah, yeah,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “There’s this white… rotunda-looking thing? And that looks like a school.”<br/><br/>A light turned on for Lex. “It<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>,” he confirmed, pulling his hands out of his pockets in favor of crossing his arms over his chest. “If you’re going to find anything like bolt cutters, it’s going to be there. The gym was repurposed into a garage. That’s going to be your best bet.”