“If only I had the ability to appreciate your ingenuity,” Lex reminisced, listening to the shutter-click of Blue’s camera. Marcus snickered in spite of himself and how mad he still was at Lex. The older of the two wasn’t dumb to the sound, and for a moment he wanted to press his luck and crack some other self-deprecating blind joke, but he knew he was still the bad guy.<br/><br/>The flash of the camera didn’t help much to illuminate the room, but it was enough to reveal that there were crates at the end of each bed. Storage for soldiers’ personal effects, if Marcus had to guess. He dropped to his knees in front of the first one he could find, flipping up the unlocked metal latch and lifting the wooden lid up. His hands darted inside, shuffling around the personal items of what was probably a dead man, pulling out extra blankets, clothes, pictures,<span style="font-style: italic">a flashlight.</span>Marcus turned it upward and pushed the button on the side once he’d found it. A beam of light shot up to the ceiling, illuminating all of the specs of dust that flew in the room around them. No one had been here in quite some time, it seemed,<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>it came equipped with flashlights. Marcus smiled triumphantly and tossed it to Blue.<br/><br/>“You can rest up here, if you want,” Marcus suggested, dropping the lid of the crate closed. The room was so empty that the sound echoed off the walls around them. “But I think I’m going to look around a bit. Go check out that garage, see if they’ve got any fuel canisters.”<br/><br/>And just like that, Marcus had left them again. Lex shuffled forward until the fronts of his legs hit something solid. He felt around the bed, slowly lowering himself down when he’d oriented himself. He shifted uncomfortably, bothering the cuffs of his sleeves. Definitely still the bad guy.