“What kind of name-?” Lex started to ask before Marcus elbowed him in the ribs.<br/><br/>Manny had gone back to dealing with other customers at the counter. Marcus watched him for a few seconds as a map of the surrounding area played out in his head. There were a lot of places they’d cleared out; there were even more places that they’d gone to clean out but arrived much too late to get anything. “Manny,” he called out, waiting for the other man to look up and acknowledge him. “If you won’t barter food, what do you want?”<br/><br/>That was a question that the boys never asked him. They weren’t picky about what they picked up; if it was useful, they took it, and then they tried to pawn it off on Manny. All the time. The question obviously through him for a bit of a loop. “Guns, I guess,” he said after a fashion. “Got a lot of faces in and out of here looking for some, but I don’t have a lot. Ammo, too, all kinds.”<br/><br/>“The armory. There are probably still full munitions crates in there,” Lex offered.<br/><br/>Marcus shook his head. “Too far,” he countered, putting his hands on either of Lex’s shoulders and spinning him in the direction of the door before giving him a little push forward. He looked back over his own shoulder at the girl - Blue - and jerked his chin in a gesture for her to follow.<br/><br/>“Not if we didn’t have to walk,” Lex continued, opening the door and holding it open until he felt Marcus take it. “That’s a military grade munitions warehouse. I bet they’d have fuel, too. Maybe even some parts you could use.”<br/><br/>The thought was tempting, but Marcus bristled when Lex even mentioned the speeder in a half-assed throwaway comment. “...but we have to walk, right?” he urged, but his brother had always been bad at social cues.<br/><br/>“What, you’ll let her tag along, but we have to watch what we say now?” Lex turned left, toward the direction of the South Gate. Marc hated when his brother just<span style="font-style: italic">assumed</span>he was following. He was, of course, to make sure the other didn’t get into any trouble, but it was still a little bit silly to be led around by a blind man.“Marcus isn’t building a heat source.”