Lex found the fence easily enough and batted Blue's hands away from the pole, curling his fingers around it instead. “Just get ready to slip through,” he instructed her, giving the gate an experimental tug. The fence was much bigger than he was, he'd determined. But it was doable, with the right momentum. “We'll go on three, then.”<br/><br/>“Okay,” Marcus agreed, twisting his hands around the pole to make sure he wouldn't slip. Lex counted upwards from ‘one,’ and on ‘three,’ the boys threw their weight backward. Lex dug his heels firmly into the ground to try and stop himself from sliding. Marcus, however, was slightly more proactive and slowly inched himself and his part of the gate backward. The gate reflexively tried to pull them back and close on itself, as a high-security fence was want to do. Marcus could see the tracks in the dirt that Lex’s shoes left in their wake as he fought against the straining fence. Marcus had a slightly easier time of it, but<span style="font-style: italic">easy</span>was not the word he would’ve wanted to use. When the gap looked like it was wide enough to accomodate Blue if she really tried, Marcus jerked his chin to signal for her to go. “<span style="font-style: italic">Go.</span>We’ll try not to die here.”