“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he laughed bitterly, acutely aware of his own irony. But the speeder did begin to slow down, and Lex dropped his feet as soon as he felt the ground gradually stop shifting. He swung off of the bike as soon as he was able, promptly dropping down where he stood. It felt nice to just<span style="font-style: italic">sit</span>and not move. He still felt dizzy, but if Marcus just let him exist in peace for a second, he would get oriented just fine. “How’s the palace?”<br/><br/>Marcus took a deep breath of fresh air. Air that didn’t smell like corpses and spent gunpowder. What a novelty. “She looks grand, Lex,” he answered proudly. It was the adrenaline from driving the speeder. The engine cut out and Marcus left his perch, this<span style="font-style: italic">throne</span>, to take a look around. Now… how were they supposed to get in? His head nodded up and down as he regarded the security fence before he concluded that yeah, that was a really big fence. And there was barbed wire at the time. “I mean, I guess there’s nothing stopping us from just… breaking in. Or..” He scratched the back of his head. “I don’t guess either of you have bolt cutters.”<br/><br/>“I don’t even know why you would bother asking that.”<br/><br/>“Hm.” Squinting his eyes, Marcus further scrutinized the gate. It was remotely opened and closed, for sure; industrial fences like that had to be. So there was a control box somewhere. Behind him a few yards, he realized when he turned around. The control panel was useless with no electricity, but there were probably supplies. Tools that he could use. Bolt cutters, in particular. He refused to be defeated, he decided, before he spun to Blue. “Stay with him,” he said, nodding to his brother, who had taken to lying prone on the ground.