“Remember that ‘heat source’ from earlier?” Marcus threw out as a rhetorical question as he led point down a hallway. Pictures of their supposedly happy family lined the walls leading to the kitchen; he and Lex in dumb holiday sweaters that his mother insisted on getting them, his parents’ wedding photos, Lex’s wedding photos with Jenessa conveniently folded out of them. Their kitchen was blissfully large, and Marcus would miss it terribly once they’d left. He walked around the island, darting to the back door and slowly turning the lock.<br/><br/>The thick wooden door opened slowly at first, then all the way when Marcus had peered out and cleared them. A tattered blue tarp sat in a tent over their pet project, and he was all too eager to pull it off and reveal his sleek, black military speeder. “Not just a heat source.” The body was slim and long; you were meant to lean forward as you rode it to brace yourself against the speeds it could reach. He hadn’t been able to convert it entirely to battery power because Manny had dicked him, but it had at least enough fuel to get them to the warehouse. If there wasn’t fuel there, they were fucked and on foot.<br/><br/>Lex wandered out after a while. “You could at least tell me where you’re going.”<br/><br/>“Don’t run off and it won’t be an issue,” Marcus shot back. He scrutinized his brother carefully, looking him up and down to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. “You’ve got everything? Enough to keep you warm?”<br/><br/>Waving one hand in dismissal, Lex’s other hand shot out for someone to grab. “You’re awfully young to be my mother.”<br/><br/>Marcus’ own hand shot out and he guided his brother to the speeder. It was meant to sit two, but it could sit three pretty comfortably thanks to its long frame; it was just going to be kind of cozy. Lex stood by while Marcus lifted the entire seat of the vehicle, and one by one he dropped the duffel bags into the underseat storage, topped off with his own backpack. That was all it could hold, and even his backpack had been too much, but if he was driving then he demanded a certain amount of maneuverability. Lex had no extra baggage, and Blue would have to just deal with it for a bit.<br/><br/>More gunshots. They were so much closer this time that they could hear the actual ricochet of the bullets. “Okaytimetogo,” Marcus spit out in one quick breath and jumped on at the steering column.